Chapter 7

Elarix

I have been by Harper's side for about three months now and it is very obvious that she is pregnant. I notice some people pointing when they look at her, as if she is some kind of freak show and that pisses me off more than anything that I have ever experienced in my entire life. I don't know why they are looking at her like that, like she had done something wrong. If anyone was in the wrong, it was them for looking at her like that and I'm going to make sure that they know it as well. I don't like when my woman is getting watched like she did something wrong and it's far from it.

Running my fingers through my hair, I tend the gardens, doing my best to make sure that everything is going alright that way she's not straining herself too much. I already know what the people of this village think of me as the alien who fucked their good neighbor and impregnated her. I have heard their whispers, and it makes my skin crawl because I had no idea just how vile they actually were until I heard it. It's like they were just expecting her to be that way. Like she didn't deserve the title and respect that she has worked so hard to earn.

I know she is dealing with this, and I know it has very much upset her, but she doesn't let it show. I don't know why she doesn't tell them where to shove it because if it were me and they were continuously talking down on me, I probably would have shoved my foot up their ass and made them regret it. I don't like how she is being treated and I think she knows this, but I also think that she knows there is no way she's going to be able to do anything about it.

I have been going back and forth in my head about it, trying to decide what to do. I couldn't be completely certain though, but it is becoming more and more clear where all of this is heading. I keep trying to tell myself that the best route to go down is to make sure that she's happy and that she is taken care of, but I hate sharing her. I don't want anyone seeing her the way that I see her, and I will stand by that until the day that I die.

They are going to be very lucky if I don't end up killing them the minute, I get the chance.

Harper did end up explaining to me why she couldn't go on the ship is because she couldn't let anyone find out about her pregnancy because she is afraid of what they might end up doing. I didn't like that one bit because it was clear to me that she was afraid of them, and I don't like seeing her scared. If it were up to me, I would just rush in there and kill everyone who tried to make her feel like shit about herself.

I guess it is safe to say though that I'm going to have to do this for myself.

"Alien!" I hear someone yelling at me, "Look here!"

I should just ignore it since I am used to staring, but I look up. A man is looking at me and he doesn't look happy. I note the gun strapped to his waist, wondering if he has come here to try and kill me. I'd love to see him try because I won't just allow myself to be killed but he instead purses his lips and folds his arms across his chest.

"How is Harper?" He asks me curiously, "I know she has been holding herself up and that's not good for her or the baby. I'm going to assume you are the father."

I don't like what he is saying, rising to my feet, "what of it?"

He flinches back but stands his ground, "I don't mean any hard, it's just what I can tell. I worry about her, you see. I'm afraid of what will happen to her."

"What do you mean?" I ask him, now a bit worried that something is going to happen to my mate, "I hope that nothing bad is going to happen to her… You won't allow that, right?"

"All I know is that a lot of people are starting to look down on her because of you." He explains to me, just telling me how it is, "and I know it is not your fault because you haven't done anything to deserve it, but you DO deserve to know what's going on right now. I just know that either way, she's going to get put on the short end of the stick if you do not figure out your feelings toward her or if you allow them to keep treating her like dirt. I'd hope it's not the case, but you never know right now."

"Who is talking bad about her?" I ask him because it doesn't make sense, "She is a strong person and I know she didn't plan to get pregnant but so what? It's not the end of the world and it was her choice if she wanted to keep the baby and she decided to do that. I couldn't force her to do anything. If there's anything that I CAN say right now, is I would love for each person who wants to talk shit to come and say it to my face because I can assure you right now that they won't do it."

"How do you know they won't?" He asks me curiously, raising an eyebrow at me, "Honestly, I would have never assumed Harper to fall for an alien but it's nice to see that she sticks up for you."

I could tell him the truth that our relationship isn't like that, but I don't want to, not one bit, "you're right, she didn't have to accept this relationship with me but I'm honestly glad that she did. I kind of wish that she didn't in a sense because I know that she has been dealing with a lot of issues because of me but the other part of me quite frankly doesn't give a damn. All I know right here and now is that I need her in my life more than I have ever needed something before and damn anyone who tries to take it from me. I will kill them all."

I don't care if I sound threatening or whatever, I will BE threatening. I will show each and every one of them that I mean business and I'm not going to allow anyone to stand in my way. If they want to keep fucking with me, go right ahead, but I can promise them and assure them that it's not going to go the way that they want it to. If anything, I'm going to do everything in my power to just make sure that we are happy and not allow them to take it from me.

I mean, what's the worst thing that would honestly end up happening?

Even though I can't be a hundred percent certain about it, but I have been trying to figure out what I need to do to make sure that I don't lose everything that I have worked for. I don't know if Harper is going to pick me, and I suppose I can't actually blame her if she doesn't because there's no reason for her to choose me. She doesn't have to because I haven't done anything to deserve it.

Do I want to be hers? Of course.

But I do know that either way, this is going to go one way or another and I'm going to have to figure it out quickly and efficiently.

"There's the alien!" I suddenly hear someone yelling and I see a group of men laughing as they point at me, "How does it feel to be fucking one of OUR human women? I'm sure you love getting all up in that!"

I wish that I could kill the bastard for what he is saying but I hold myself back. There's no reason to let my temper get the best of me because that could cause worse things to happen. Things that I would end up having absolutely NO control over and I don't even want to know what would end up happening then. I fear that in any case, this whole thing could turn around and screw me and I don't even want to think that way because it's a high possibility that it could happen and then what would I do then? Where would I go? Would Harper even want me?

Drawing in a deep breath, I go to leave, knowing it's the best thing but of course, one of them had to start something. He throws a rock and before I can dodge it, it hits me straight in the cheek. Pain courses through my head, immediately tasting blood from where I had accidentally bitten myself. I go incredibly still, feeling a rage inside of me welling like a tsunami and all I want to do is kill each and every one of those bastards for what they had just done.

Show no mercy, that's where I'm at.