We are currently laying on the bed, with my cheek pressed on his chest, my finger drawing invisible pattern on it, with one of his hand resting on my shoulder, and the other one behind his head, our legs are tangled and our heart still beating fast.

Another intimate session.

"There will be a party in three days, would you like to come?" He asks me.

I raise my head and rest my chin on his chest. "What kind of party?" I ask him.

"For the newly paired females and males. There will be some authorities and representatives sent by the pairing councils to check on each pair." He says. "There they will try to encourage pairs to schedule their pairing activity."

I frown, "I will never have sex with you while they are looking at me naked." Suddenly his hand on my shoulder tightens.

"I would die before anyone sees you without clothes, and trust me, I don't die easily."

I just smile at him, "Are you jealous?" I tease him.

Black dots dancing on his eyes again. "Very much. You're mine." He pushes me on my back.

"Zer... I need time to recover..." I tell him apologetically.

"I just need you to say it."

"I'm yours, body, mind, and soul," I say within a heartbeat, there is no doubt in that.

He drops his forehead on top of mine, rubbing our nose together, "You always have a way with words, wife."

"Only with you, husband." He lifts his head and looks into me.

"We should go to the party, it won't look good if we don't show up, they will think I'm keeping you away as a sex slave."

A wide grin appears in my face. "I don't mind being your sex slave."

He groans, "Say anything like that again then I won't be able to hold myself back."

I just laugh, "What should I wear to the party?"

"I don't care as long as you won't be naked."

Typical male.

"Do you think the tailor will be able to fix me something in such a short notice?" I ask him.

"He will, he knows better to disappoint the wife of The High General."

I love how badass my husband is.

The next day Zer drops me at the tailor and I go over the top. I don't care if this is just a small gathering, I dress to impress my self and my husband, if other female or male think I'm being too much they can stick their opinion to where the sun doesn't shine. The poor old tailor was shaking as he taking my order, and promise me he won't sleep before my dress is finish.

After that, I walk to the mall not far from there to go to my favorite store. As I open the door the familiar Tzarian male greets me. "Welcome back, female, to what do I owe you the pleasure of your visit today?"

"I'm in a mission to drive my husband crazy," I tell Rur and wink at him.

He bursts out laughing. "Oh, aren't you one of a kind? Now, shall we?" he gives me a thoroughly tour around his shop, which holds a lot of things I don't know and cannot imagine are exist. He patiently explains to me things he thinks I might interest in, but most of them are too alien and hardcore for me to even dare to touch. Nonetheless, I walk out of his store with two big bags, but not before he copies his contact number to my wrist. We promise each other to have lunch sometime next week and I'm excited to spend time with my first friend here.

The day of the party coming soon and I found myself in the tailor shop. Apparently, Zer is very busy today and be the perfect wife I'm, I suggest him not to pick me up but meet me at the party instead, because 1. Really, I don't see any reason why he has to drive 30 minutes out of town just to get back into the town, 2. I might or might not be wearing a provocative dress and I'm worried if he sees me he will ask me to change.

Okay maybe not that extreme, Zer is still testing his water around our pairing, and especially his dominance, I don't mind his dominating side because I know it's part of him. You cannot be the High General of the whole galaxy and universe without a bone of dominance in you. But I think to involve it into our pairing is something he never thought he can do, and although I can always see how his eyes shine every time I let him have his way, I know he is still holding himself back.

He is comfortable with calling me his wife in public, holding hands, opening the doors, and pulling out the chair, but anything else needs a lot of push and encouragement from my side. I want him to be himself around me, whether he thinks it's good or bad. I want all of him.

So here I'm, fashionably late to my first party, because there is no way I'm going to show up before my husband's arrival, so I make sure he is ahead of me before I left the house. The building is like a mansion, so I guess it's own by the councils, perfectly lawn, with bright lights from inside, even there is a soft tune coming out. I hold up the hem of my dress and confidently walk in.

A guard is standing by the door, either he salutes everybody who comes and goes or he notices me as the wife of his High General, anyway I smile at him and thank him for opening the door, which makes him stiff and uncomfortable. Inside I can see a lot of people walking by. My eyes are automatically looking for the tallest, most lethal looking male in the room.

And there he is.

With a glass of drink in his hand, engaged in a conversation to another warrior, I walk to him not forgetting to sway my hips a bit, as soon as his eyes catch me, I can see the muscles on his chest and arms flexing, his eyes looking at me from the top my head to the bottom of my feet, and... he breaks the glass.

He walks forwards with a determination, I see people are parting to give him away, his jaw clenching as he takes a good look at me, from my sleek dark hair that falls like a waterfall just below my collar bone, my red blood lips, my bare neck, the two thin straps on my shoulder, the amount of my breasts which are visible to his eyes, only to be held in place with a small square neckline, my maroon color long satin dress, thin enough for him to see where my nipples are.

I have to say, the old tailor did a wonderful job.

"Hello husband," I greet him seductively, running my hands on his front. "Did you miss me?" I took his hand to see if he hurts himself, surprisingly there is no glass piercing his skin, apparently, his skin is stronger than glass.

He is still quiet with his gaze shamelessly stay on my exposed chest. I only smile, "You can touch it, you know, but I prefer in private."

His hands capture my waist, "We're going home. Now." He says gritting his teeth.

"No... I spent one hour to get ready, at least we are going to have some dinner then we can go home." I link out hands together and pull him further inside the mansion. That's when I see Parsh, the one eye female from when we were staying at the housing. She stands next to a Tzarian male and boy, does she looks pissed.

"Hello Parsh, I hope you still remember me?" I say to her and smile. Her massive one eye blink as recognition comes.

"Kate!" She calls my name. "You're still alive!" Her eye moves to my husband and she takes a step back. I notice Zer's back straighten and he has this mean look on his face.

Huh, what?

"I'm, thanks to my husband. Let me introduce you, Zer, this is Parsh, she was very kind to me when we were at the housing. Parsh, this is the Hi—"

"High General Zer, we all well aware of the name and the face of the famous assassin."

My eyes widen as she described Zer with such a word. Is he that... bad?

"Next time you cut my wife's sentence will be the last time you'll able to speak, Plorgh." For the first time I hear him talk in such a cold voice, although the words are not directed to me, it makes my stomach twist with fear.

"Your wife? You should be executed to have the audacity to imply such ownership to a female! She is her own person and not your possession!" The Tzarian male next to her just stands there in silence while Parsh and Zer killing each other with their eyes.

I can see their bodies are stiff and ready to strike, would he really hit an innocent woman? "Stop," I tell both of them. "I don't know what is going on between you two, but this has to stop."

Zer is the one who relaxes his posture but I can see Parsh keeps her guard up. "I feel sorry for you to have to spend the rest of your life with a disgrace of a living male such as hi—"

I scream as I see Zer's hand on Parash neck. "You're walking in a dangerous zone, Plorgh. Keep disrespecting me and I will send you to your pathetic ancestor."

"STOP!"