6. Chapter Six

Chapter Six

J enna woke up, slowly. Her mind was scrambling for what happened and how she was in a bed that wasn't hers. The bed she usually slept on had become lumpy, and she needed a mattress upgrade pronto. The only reason that hadn't happened was because she didn't know when she would have to run and leave all her things behind. Leaving a brand-new bed would suck. There was no mattress upgrade needed on the bed she was currently lying on.

Images came to her from a broken movie reel. Some of them were crystal clear, but most were torn and ragged at the edges. They told the same story. Jenna being chased down like a deer fleeing a lion and then she'd become its meal. She sat up quickly in bed, dislodging the cover over her breasts. Why was she naked from the chest down? The question was fleeting as the rest of the night's activities slammed into her brain. She was going to need ibuprofen.

She took stock of how she felt. Her arms and legs felt like she'd run a marathon. For all of that, she felt better than anticipated. The only way she would be sure was if she opened her eyes and she was refusing. Thoughts of children pouting and refusing to do what needed to be done ran through her head. She felt like one of those children.

She forced her eyes open even though they tried to resist the command. She was in a large room with bland beige walls. The bed felt like heaven, but that wasn't what she was concentrating on. Someone was lying next to her. Jenna made a pact with herself years ago, so that only her sister or the dog she desperately wanted could sleep in her bed. No one else was welcome. She didn't like breaking promises she made to herself, especially the one that stated she wouldn't allow any men into her bedroom.

"I'm not going anywhere," SaKura said.

How had she managed to break her number one promise to herself? This wasn't her bed. Was the promise broken?

"Where are we, and why are you lying next to me?" She didn't mention the lack of a shirt, scared of what he may say. Did he take advantage of her? He was the winner, the dominant one, right? Wasn't it his right to divest her of clothes and use her? That's how she'd grown up, but she no longer believed that. Visions of running in nothing but her thong like SaKura in his native loincloth came back to her, suggesting he had nothing to do with her being naked. A quick shimmy on the bed confirmed that her thong was gone. She hated that string between her cheeks, but he didn't have the right to strip her.

"What happened to my thong?"

Was that small scrap of fabric she was wearing called a thong? He found it attractive, but could only imagine what she would look like in his native garb. There was a stirring inside of him as his primal desire rose to claim what was his.

"If you're referring to that enchanting piece of fabric covering your femineity. I sacrificed it to shower you. I didn't think you would appreciate waking to the sheet sticking to your skin and the enchanting scent of having spent so long outside in the beating sun."

"Enchanting?" Her mind skipped right over the shower part. "You're the reason I was outside, running and sweating. You!" She turned over and pounded his chest. When had she discovered violent tendencies? She didn't know, but it didn't stop the desire to keep hitting him. It felt like a pressure valve had been opened, and all the ick sitting inside of her was flowing out. Not once had SaKura raised a hand to stop her or hurt her.

That was the sick part. She felt safe with him, like she could express every burden she carried, and he would help her carry them.

"I don't trust you and I don't like you." She finally said when her arms were tired and her fists ached. She flopped to the side of the bed.

"I know." He stood, allowing her to see his round, perfect ass. Just because she wasn't interested in sex with anyone didn't mean she couldn't appreciate SaKura's assets. When he turned around, she almost swallowed her tongue before she turned her head sharply in a different direction, hurting her neck. It was to no avail. She wouldn't forget what she saw. The image of his long thick monster cock was burned into her retinas.

Two could play that game. She stood and stretched. Before she could say anything, there was a pounding on the door. What was she going to wear? There was no way she was answering the door naked. Even SaKura slid into a pair of jeans before going to the front door. When she saw the bag with PINK blazed on it, she laughed. Jenna didn't know how or even why, but her sister had been there.

She picked up the bag and dumped it on the bed. There were several changes of clothes and even the shirt Jenna had been trying to talk Bella out of since she bought it. True, she could have bought one like it, but where was the fun in that? She wanted her sister's shirt.

There was a note attached to the shirt. This shirt and my pregnant belly don't go together. I'm letting you borrow it. Jenna cackled, couldn't help it. Bella knew she was never getting this shirt back. She put on the black and white patterned shirt along with a pair of blue jean shorts. There were no shoes, but she'd take care of that later.

Taking a deep breath, she prepared to walk out, only to find SaKura in the doorway blocking the entrance. Her bare feet made no noise as she approached the door. The way SaKura moved without turning to look at her said he knew she was there.

"I just want to come in, like a friend. You know buddies. We can drink a beer or two and shoot the shit," Agent Scarlatti said.

"We're not friends."

Jenna frowned; she'd met the agent on more than one occasion. The first time was when he came to her and Bella's house to drag her sister away.

"Agent, what a surprise. SaKura, do you know who this is? He's the reason my sister and Rakha are together. We must treat him as a wise elder."

"Elder?" Agent Scarlatti sputtered. "I'm about your sister's age, which makes me younger than you."

Jenna smirked. The poor agent didn't like being called old. Probably because the feds get so many young recruits every year.

"I didn't mean to insult you. I simply meant to honor you for what you did for my sister."

"Uh, huh?" She couldn't see him, but had no problem imagining him rolling his eyes.

She went to stand behind SaKura and then moved to the side, her hand planted on the small of his back. She still didn't trust him, but the enemy of my enemy and all that. Was Agent Scarlatti her enemy? She wasn't sure on which side of the fence he was sitting.

"Jenna, I haven't seen you since the wedding. You left early." There was a slight accusation in his voice.

Jenna ignored it. He could throw around as many innuendos as he wanted. She was where she needed to be on that occasion.

"You're the reason I'm here." Jenna's eyebrow climbed to her forehead before she pushed SaKura aside enough to see and be seen.

"Rumors of my death have been exaggerated." She grinned at him. SaKura was half in front of her. Was he protecting her or ensuring she didn't escape?

"That was so funny." He gave a fake laugh and hit his thigh before standing up straight with a neutral face. "The Vice President told me that madame President wanted me to visit in case this one," he pointed at SaKura. "Was silver-tongued enough to rope some poor human into mating with him." The agent's eyes went to her neck and shoulder, which he could see since the shirt she was wearing was off the shoulder.

"Too late. He attracted a simple female." She'd show him simple. SaKura moved to stand in front of her.

"It is unwise to speak to a female who is a frya and the mate of the crown elect." The smirk on Agent Scarlatti's face disappeared. You didn't talk to someone with diplomatic immunity like that.

"Does that make her the queen in waiting?"

"Yes, although you can call her princess Jenna."

Jenna went to her tiptoes. SaKura was too tall and she had looked over his arm, grinning at the agent.

There was a growl coming from the side of the house.

"How did he get out?" SaKura asked, more to himself than to the surrounding people. "Kala, come here."

Agent Scarlatti got a glimpse of Kala and went for his gun while he stepped back.

"I suggest you stay still, agent, or move and make yourself prey for Kala to hunt." The agent didn't move a muscle.

SaKura moved out of the doorway to greet his pet, giving Jenna her first glimpse of Kala. He was somewhere between a massive wolf and a horse. A full-grown one. That might not have been a problem, but Kala had sharp teeth that were for tearing prey apart and what looked like a collar of thorns. His claws were massive. If there was a fight, Jenna didn't doubt Kala would win.

"Puppy!" Jenna went down on her knees and started petting Kala.

"You're one fry short of a happy meal. Agent Brutus told me, but I wasn't sure until now."

"My name is Jenna and you and I are going to be friends until I escape that one's clutches."

She tilted her head in SaKura's direction while ignoring Agent Scarlatti. "You're a good boy, yes you are."

SaKura stood back and watched his mate charm his Draxar, a vicious pet, unless he was around his master.

"Should she be able to do that?" Agent Scarlatti whispered. He had his gun in his hand, waiting for that monster dog to tear Jenna apart. He wasn't sure who he would shoot first. Jenna to put her out of her misery or the monster dog that looked like he could kill them all.

"No, just another test passed."

"Test?" Agent Scarlatti perked up. He took a step closer to SaKura but stopped when that vicious growl came and the head of the alien monster the size of a horse's head turned to look at him. There was death and dismemberment in Kala's eyes.

"He's so adorable," Agent Scarlatti said. He tripped over his own words, wondering if he could make it to his car before Kala tore him apart. The purple and orange leathery skin on the animal was strange, not something he was used to seeing.

"Don't run, agent. Kala will patrol my land. He dislikes visitors who haven't received clearance. Tell your government I would be unhappy with any unsanctioned deaths."

"Unsanctioned deaths?" Agent Scarlatti almost squeaked.

"Agent, are all the deaths committed by the royal family, your government?" he corrected his speech. "Sanctioned."

"We don't go around killing because we want to."

"Who the… Why are you lying? You almost made me curse, that was so funny. No, SaKura, the government does not approve of every death caused by a government official.

Jenna was rubbing Kala, who was getting closer and trying to lie on her lap like he was a small lap dog. "What do you feed him?"

"He hunts for his food. The woods are teaming with wildlife. He will eat well."

"Go eat. We will be here when you've filled your belly." She gave Kala one more hard rub around his ears before he took off.

Jenna took a good look at Agent Scarlatti and then at SaKura. She trusted one more than the other and as soon as the agent was gone, she'd get to the bottom of this.

"Come in agent, I'll cook breakfast." She meant burn breakfast, but he didn't have to know that.