River Falls

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Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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River Falls
Book 4





Chapter 5



Kal hovered his ship silently over his mew mate’s former dwelling. He could not go in the building, there were people inside, moving room to room.


“The Realtor,” the Ooman explained. “The house is up for sale. The person inside is the one who’s selling the house for the owner; probably the bank. The other people are those interested in buying the house.”


“Why would this – bank – dispose of my mate’s former home?”


Tyler just looked at him as though he was going to move to the area with Aubrey and drop Sam off at school. Now that would prove interesting to say the least. “Well, if Aubrey had to pay a lawyer, she probably had to make a choice, her house – or her son. We already know the answer to that.


“The way it works is this, thebank loaned Aubrey’s family the money to buy the house, with the agreement to pay it back over time. If she stopped, they’d take the house and she’d be out on the street.”


“I am pleased she is not here. Yautja do not crave positions such as this. Honor, the hunt, and size of family and clan are what brings us pride. What of you? What brings you pride?”


Tyler leaned on the back of Kal’s seat. “Bringing in a wrong doer that now one else could. Protecting the public from those that would bring harm. The look on my – what do you call her? Oh yeah, mate – the look in her eyes when I come home to be with just her.”


“You may fit in with Yautja after all.”


“I have a better idea, but we’ll talk about that later. So…where’s this dinning set?”


Kal shifted the controls, and the ship hovered over another house about six houses away and on the other side of the lane. “In there,” Kal stated, and narrowed his yes behind is mask.


“Ok…are those the people who live there?” Tyler pointed to a pair of men leaving the house.


“No. But I am familiar with them. Come.”






Trivet tossed a toothpick into the back of his partner’s truck. “So now what? We watch out for someone trying to fence some museum pieces?”


W’ll put the word out,” Walker replied. “There aren’t too many people willing to move that kind of stuff.”


“Excuse me.” They turned to a young man coming down the sidewalk.


“Can we help you?” trivet asked.


“Hope so. I’m Tyler Gorick, Highway patrol Lincoln County, Nevada.”


“You’re a long way form home,” Walker stated.


“On vacation. Actually, I’m acting as purchaser for some mutual friends.”


“Mutual friends?” Walker asked, but said no more as he heard a low growl come from beside him, then move a way. Trivet suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.


“Yeah, friends. Trust me, it takes some getting used to.” Tyler’s arm suddenly moved, as though being pushed harshly. “Ok, ok. Look, the owner of this house, they bought something from – what’s her name?”


“Aubrey Feathers,” Walker answered.


“Yeah. I’m here to buy it back, but if what my friend says is true, Ranger Walker, you’re being here doesn’t fill me with confidence. Mind if I ask what happened?”


Walker watched as a strange distortion in the air moved behind his partner, then vanished. “B and E,” Walker stated calmly. “Small trinkets of great value were stolen. Any ideas?”


“Maybe…our friend?” Trivet asked.


Tyler quickly answered. “I can vouch for him. We only arrived in town an hour ago. Before that, we were on rout.”


“From where?”


Tyler looked the dark man square in the eyes, a stern look in his won. “You DON’T want to know.”


Something told him, he really didn’t. “What is it that this guy wants?” asked Walker.


Tyler turned to him. “Some kind of dinning set. Supposed to have been made by aubrey’s late husband.”


“I’ve seen it,” he said. “It’s beautiful. Why does he want it?”


“you got me. Thing is, I gotta get it for him. Legally.”


“As apposed to kidnapping?”


“Trivett,” Walker stated. “She and Sam went willingly.”


“She’s had no complaints from what I’ve heard. So…what are they likely to ask for the set?”


Walker just looked at the house. Trivet kept looking between the two. “You can’t be serious!”


“They’re collectors,” Walker stated. “Each room is done diff. It’s like walking around the world in there. I doubt your friend has money, but if his kind has been coming here as often as I suspect, he may have a piece that they’d be interested in.”


“Any way you could introduce me?”


“Sure. It would be interesting to say the least.”






J-on found his mate in one of the open lounges, crying. As angry as he was for what she did to his sister, he didn’t expect to find her crying. Perhaps she realized what she’d done.


“Fer’aza,” he grumbled, trying to calm down. “What…happened? The truth.”


“You wouldn’t believe me,” she replied. “She’s your beloved sister, I’m just your mate.”


“Yes,” he replied. “But you are both now family. I would appreciate it if you would get along. What if we need Sirona or Bell to watch our young?” at that Fer’aza cried. “By the gods! What is with you? If I mate you any more, our first will be born before I’m done!”


“Leave me!”


“NO!!” He grabbed her shoulders and turned her to him. “Tell me what happened!”


“ALRIGHT!! Then you can beat me all you want!”


“What are you talking about?”


“Sirona, she was uncomfortable all morning. I suggested she see the healer, in case she was in labor.”


“Sensible.”


“Not according to Bell. ‘What would you know.’ She said. ‘My brother would rather spawn hard mean offspring than with you!’ I told her again that we were mates. She called me a liar. Sirona too. I showed your mark to them, and Sirona did this!!” She pulled her lowered dress sleeve up, and across the bright car of his mark were three even scratches. “She used her fork. Without thinking I slapped her. That’s when her labor increased. No one saw Sirona attack me first. Not even your new mother. So of course, no one believed me. When Bell left, she shouted that you’d beat me for what I did. I will not apologize!”


“I don’t want you to,” he sighed, pulling her close, trying to ease her sobs. “You did nothing wrong.” He inhaled her scent with love as he licked along her neck, then stopped, smiling as he faced her. “And…I’ve a surprise for you. You, my Fer’aza, are the most beautiful hard meat queen, I’ve ever mated.”


At first she didn’t understand, then together, their smiles broadened.


“I will deal with my sisters.”


Fer’aza smiled, threading her fingers through his hair and dreads. “I love you my mate,” she sniffed.


“Well,” he chuckled. “I knew you would.”






The deal to obtain the table set had taken but to days. The couple were quite happy to be rid of the set, as it did not physically fit in the dinning room as well as they had hoped. In exchange, they received five authenticated Egyptian artifacts that no museum nor collector in the world had. How Kal managed the authentication, he didn’t know, all that happened was Kal left Tyler in Texas, left the city – possibly the country – and returned some six hours later with everything they needed.


Now, Tyler, Walker, and Trivet were waiting in the hills, near where the gathering took place with Aubrey a few days ago.


About then minutes after they arrived, Kal’s ship landed, dry dust flying out from the thruster jets. When the door opened, they were only a few feet away. Without a word, Kal effortlessly picked up the table and carried it inside. It took some considered effort for the other three to each carry a chair. When the second was laid to rest inside, Kal had already gone out and come back with the last chair. Trivet huffing and struggling behind him.


“Pathetic Ooman,” Kal scoffed, at the dark man. “You expect females in pine after you when you cannot carry a chair, but twenty five of your paces,”


Trivet just looked at him, before he and Walker were chased out. “Thanks for your help Rangers,” Tyler called. “I’ll be in touch!”


“Sit Ooman!”


“Kal-esh, wait.”


“What! This is not your home!”


“I know. I’ve an idea. Come on, how can I explain my car – or what’s left of it – and Bastian’s death?”


Kal just crossed his arms. “I can’t. But if I were wounded, and found later, it would be easy. You fly, I’ll explain what I got in mind.


A few hours later, Kal was hovering over the cliff where there sat a small bench. As Tyler had predicted, police had found not only Bastian’s remains, but what was left of his car. At Tyler’s persisted insistence, Kal was scanning the cliff area for any anomalous readings.


“You say you can see through walls with that mask of yours. I doubt El’s two guys would leave her the way they did - ”


“THEY WOULD NOT!”


“ – if they knew someone was here. So, where was Bastian hiding that they couldn’t see? Tents are a real give away, and there’s no caves up here…”


“There’s one.”


“Where?”


“There, behind those large stones.”


Tyler looked over the hologram. “That’s not a cave,” he said. “It’s a dug out.”


“A what?”


“Land. I’ll show you.” Kal did, the ship taking up most of the room on the cliff. As they walked across the dirt, Tyler explained. “Bastian was war happy. Shoot first, and don’t bother to figure it out. It’s why he was always refused for transfer. He’d never be more than a small town sheriff. He used to brag to us about how he’d research different war tactics and how he was part of some soldier internet site, exchanging different stories and stuff.” He pulled a dirt embedded tarp up, the poles at its edges holding it flat. “And there is a dug out. Snipers, marines, soldiers make them to hide in.”


Kal examined the tarp carefully. “If that male was in here…”


“He was,” Tyler concluded, holding up a bear can at the end of a stick. “This is Bastian’s favorite beer.”


“Ver’On and M’Pa never would have seen him. The scanners of the masks cannot penetrate dirt as those of my ship can.”


“He was here, and they never knew.”


“But why was he here?”


“He was obsessed with getting El into his jail. He didn’t just want her in his bed, he wanted her totally submissive. If he had her, you can bet she’d not see the light of day again.” Tyler looked at Kal, ripping his own shirt sleeve as he went. “Ok, we found where he was hiding, I’ll take care of the cops from here, you…just make sure I live.”


Kal nodded, and when Tyler looked away he balled his fist. When Tyler looked back, he swung out. He wanted it to be unexpected, and it was, a huge gash across his brow. He rolled the unconscious man into the hole and dropped the cover back down. If he didn’t know he was there, he wouldn’t have been able to see him.


In the distance he heard voices. Oomans were making their way to the cliff. Quickly he returned to his ship, cloaked it and lifted off, hovering in the open cesium, He watched the Ooman law keepers make their way across the bluff. They were there not more than a few minutes, before they found Tyler. If his plan worked, the search for El would cease, and an unknown assailant would e blamed for the bad blood’s death.


Kal banked down and sailed off, lifting higher as he left the end of the canyon. He had to get back. He was gone longer than he’d hoped, but with his cargo secured, he knew his new mate would never leave him. He set the controls, as he left orbit, and watched as the stars zipped by. He’d be home in a few hours.






Ver’On lay El in the bed, as M’Pa made sure the babies were laid in the nursery by the nursers. Sa’ton had taken two more draws of J’on’s blood for her, which allowed them to bring her home sooner. J-on wasn’t happy about missing the hunt leaving the next day, but his family needed him, and that was more important. Ver’On vowed he’d make it up to the boy, his next great hunt would include J-on at his right hand.


El turned to him, her eyes full of concern. “Something’s wrong with M’Pa,” she said.


Ver’On sighed. “I’d hopped you would not notice so soon,” he said. “It is his heart. He’s hurting that he did not father any of the boys.”


“I can understand that.”


“And I think he fears there is a rift forming between you and he, because of the babies.”


“That’s ridiculous.” She tried to get up only to have Ver’On hold her back.


“Where are you going?”


“To talk to M’Pa.”


“Oh no. Sa’ton was adamant. Bed rest for at least 10 days. The nursers will bring the babies for feedings, and they will take care of the rest.”


“That’s fine, but I will speak with M’Pa now.”


He pulled her back in place, securing the covers tight around her so she couldn’t move. Then he smiled at her. “I’ll get him.” and got up and left. El tugged at her shoulders. She hated being tucked in.


Ver’On entered the nursery to hear a gentle purring throughout the room. M’Pa leaned over the three cradles, below the babies kicked and cooed, but were beginning to settle. “El wants to see you,” Ver’On said. “You best go quickly. She wont stay still, no matter what I do.”


“Sa’ton ordered bed rest,” he whispered, then continued his purring.


“Apparently she listens to Sa’ton as well as you do. Go quick before she stumbles in here.”


Reluctantly he did, leaving his young charges to their father’s purring. They seemed to settle faster with Ver’On, which only hurt M’Pa more. With a saddened heart, he entered the shared bedroom, to find his mate just putting her legs over the side of the bed. He growled and pulled her back into bed.


“I thought you’d never get here,” she sighed curling to his embrace, her cheek to his now bare chest.


“Must Sa’ton sedate you as Ter’Oth had done?” he asked, pulling the blankets over her shoulders. He could feel her warm breasts press to his side, indeed they had grown in size, filled with the milk for her and Ver’On’s babies… ‘Ver’On’s offspring,’ he reminded himself, but held El all the same.


“I’m scared,” she said softly.


“Of what?”


“Losing you.”


“What?”


She turned to see his face. “Now that the babies are here, Ver’On and I will be busy with them. You’ll feel like you’re being left out…you don’t feel that way do you?”


“Ver’On has had words with you I see.”


“He’d only told me what I already fear. You promised you’d talk to us if you ever felt you were being cheated. M’Pa…please talk to me.”


He held her close. How could he tell her that he wanted the babies to himself. That he wanted to be their sole father, and not Ver’On.


“M’Pa, please…I don’t want to lose you.”


She felt a tear hit her hand, but it wasn’t hers. “I…I want my offspring,” he sighed. “I want all my offspring here. I want more from you. Please…don’t hate me.”


“I can’t hate you for that, M’Pa. you said yourself you never stayed with the females who had babies by you. By staying with me, you feel different. Instincts in you have surfaced, fatherly concerns are coming to mind, and confused because you feel you don’t have the right to raise another man’s babies, while he’s still here. Is that about right?”


M’Pa swallowed hard. “Yes,” he replied, unable to lie to those green eyes staring back at him. “Forgive me.”


“There is nothing to forgive. Ver’On is going to need your help. Those three boys are gona drive him nuts once they start walking and talking. He’s gona wish there were three of him, just to get out the door for a meal. You and he, are gona be so important to them.”


“But it feels like it is not enough.”


“I have an idea,” and she tried to get up only to have M’Pa growl and hold her to him. “Fine. You get Ver’On and the babies. Bring them here.”


“Why?”


“Just do it!”


“Alright,” but before he could rise, Ver’On entered with a worried look and a fussing baby.


“He will not settle,” he sighed. “I thought perhaps he hungers.”


“Ok,” El laughed, more at the confused look on her mate’s face, than any other. “Give him to me and both of you bring the other two.” The two left. “Now what’s wrong my little one, you’ve nursed well, you’ve been changed, you burped loud enough to blow off a bulk head. Do you just want to be held?” As gently as she could she cradled her baby to her body, but it didn’t help. His minor fussing groans quickly turned to half growling cries. “Oh you are just not a happy baby today, are you?” Her mates returned, each with a sleeping bundle. “I think he’s got a little colic,” she said, but as M’Pa began to purr over them, the fussy baby quieted down. El and Ver’On smiled, and looked between the two of them. “How did you do that?”


“The purring of the males,” Ver’On stated, so M’Pa could continue, “helps ease the muscles that are causing a baby’s distress. The same way the vibrations please you, sooth our son,” and he shook M’Pa’s shoulder, smiling.


“Then how come it didn’t work when you did it?”


“Tone and pitch, consistency, it is different to each male. Apparently…I don’t have what he likes, but M’Pa does. I’m glad.”


The baby gave a great yawn, curling a tiny toothless mandible around his mother’s thumb, before falling asleep. “There,” M’Pa whispered. “Let us not wake them.”


“But you see M’Pa. You are needed. Ver’On nor I could settle him. But you did. He needs you…we need you. Will that do for now?”


M’P looked down at the sleeping babies, oddly he felt very proud that only he could settle the smallest one, it left a warm feeling deep in his heart. “Yes,” he smiled gently, watching the infant as its tiny mandibles tried to work in his sleep. “Yes, my mate. That will do.”


The pair smiled. “Good. Now, we have to name them,” she said, laying the baby next to his brothers.


“I am curious, My’El,” Ver’On began. “Why did you wish to know the order of their birth?”


“Because of their names. I want to name them.” The two groaned, thinking of the ludicrous names that oomans had. “Oh come on, it’s not that bad. I think you’ll really be proud of the names I’ve picked out.” The males sighed and nodded. “Ok. Did Tyler tell you, Ver’On?”


Ver’On hissed at the memory, as the Ooman male stood over his offspring that day. He scoffed at them as though they were vermin, but he did tell him what El wanted to know. “This one,” Ver’On stated, shaking the image from his min. “He said the dark mark on his face is what made him remember. He was first born.”


El looked over her son. Indeed there was a dark mark on his cheek, like a stripe of dark skin, like his father had down his chest. “To remember his family founders,” she began, “ and to carry the tradition, and to honor his father, who fought so hard to free himself, ad his mate from heart ache that would have killed us both, this little warrior is Hur’On.” Ver’On gave a proud grunt. He was very pleased indeed, and etched the baby’s name on a tag that Sa’ton had secured around the infant’s ankle, common to all babies born to the clan.


El turned her attention to the second of her three sons. “M’Pa, this one I remember, kicked his way out. There was o way he wasn’t staying put, no matter what…and from what the nursers have said, he’s quite the traveler in his crib, no matter what the position they lay him in. he reminded me of you and Sa’ton, not heading a healer’s advice to stay put. So, I did some digging…in hopes that one day I will have the privilege of meeting the woman who bore such a wonderful son, I name this boy Pa’Rain.”


M’Pa puffed his chest. “Gel’Rain is my mother! Hardly anyone knows that here.”


“Like I said, I did some digging. I wanted to know your fathers name, but no one was able to find out. Just your mother. I hope you don’t mind.”


“My father,” he growled in warning, “is dead to me. Please do not attempt further, nor ask of him to me.” El put her hand to his cheek, bringing still his agitated mandibles. She nodded. Whatever happened with his father, it was too upsetting for him to discus. Instead she drew their attention to the smallest of her babies.


“No matter what third name I came up with, I wasn’t happy. I wanted each one’s name to have meaning, and I finally decided on his name.”


“Let me guess – ” M’Pa puffed. “Fusser.”


“No, and you’re terrible, now stop.” Ver’On chuckled quietly on the side as M’Pa was teased. It seemed the young male was happy at last. “No, this one’s name is to honor the one who saved us.”


“What!” Ver’On nearly growled. Little Hur’On jumped at his father’s sound, but settled back to sleep. “El, you can’t.”


“I can and I will. If it wasn’t for him, you’d be burying the four of us.”


“She’s right,” M’Pa sighed, growling to himself of his own failure. “We were too far away.”


“I want to know how he got there.”


“It doesn’t’ matter. We’re safe now. That’s all that counts. And this one, he saved, literally. His name is Ty-Ver-a.” she shrugged her shoulders at the strange look they gave her. “All three of you had a hand in his life. All three of you, will have a part in his name. That’s final.” The two just sat there, they didn’t like what the smallest one’s name was, but…it was her right to name her babies what she wished. “You both can name the babies of the future, for now, these three are named by me.”


Both nodded, and purred into her neck. The could see she was tired, she needed to rest. Before they could say anything the door chime rang. Ver’On motioned for M’Pa to remain, the most precious of their family would have him as their last line of defense.


Ver’On poised for a fight, if the one on the other side of the door was one he did not wish to see. But when the door opened, he was surprised at what he saw.