Beneath the Wings

Chapter Three

14 years later

Trix

The door slams behind me as I enter my home. A huge house with 14 rooms, a ballroom and way more space than my parents and I need. But when my dad built it, he thought him and mom would pop out a ton of kaja's and host huge balls for all the species. But most of the others still never got over the old stories. The ones in our immediate vicinity seem to be okay with us, a lot of them I would even call friendly. But nothing much past our zone.

"The princess has arrived." Walking into the kitchen, I flash my mom, Bimme, an evil grin. "Bow at my f-"

"Finish that sentence young lady, and you get no cookies before dinner." My mother throws over her shoulder and I don't hesitate to listen. She's only half joking.

Our kitchen is all fancy gadgets from the Top Layer, with intricate cabinets and black tiled floors. Everything is shades of black, teal and silver. Like most of our house.

"Fiinnneee." I groaned in what I knew was the traditional tikisha tone. My mama's eyes met mine again and we lost it in a fit of giggles. Snatching a cookie from the plate I slide onto one of the seats dad had carved from a large rock to mimic the seats he had seen in a bar in the human's territory.

I just watch her for a moment as she bounces around her kitchen.

She's short like me. Barely reaching five feet. And gracefully thin. A gene I did not receive. Her midnight hair is cut in a short bob and her deep red eyes shine with love as she looks at me. Yet another gene I didn't receive.

"So how was your day, Mama?" I flash her a smile, as I pick off pieces of my cookie.

"Boring. What am I going to do now that you won't be living here anymore?" Her big puppy dog eyes almost had me caving. Keyword: Almost.

"Mama, I'm moving to the cabin on the property, not across town. I just need my own space." She rolls her eyes at me and scoffs.

"I just don't understand the need for your own space. You've never had it before and things have been perfectly fine, why rock the dock?" There's no real fight in her tone, we both know I need this.

I giggle when I register what she said.

"Boat." Her face turns up into a smirk and I can't tell if she's done it on purpose or if it was a genuine slip.

"What?" Definitely just her trying to get smiles.

"It's the boat, Mama. Why rock the boat?" Both of us burst into a fit of giggles.

"Why the fuck is it boat when rock and dock rhyme?" She's full-on laughing now before she suddenly stops and dramatically rubs her hands against her face. "The humans stress me."

More giggling ensues.

"The humans stress themselves out as well." A deep voice boomed behind me. Fucking facts.

"Hey, Dad." I smile up at him as he kisses my forehead, before going to my mother.

My father, Carve, is a large burly man. He's 6′4 and just overall a large man. But honestly, he's a huge teddy bear.

"Hi baby girl, you still forcing us into an empty nest?" He's speaking to me, but his red eyes are on my mom.

The love in their eyes shines so brightly it's almost blinding.

As their lips connected, I smile. I hope I find that type of love one day. But I know my chances are low. Arranged marriages rarely worked out so well.

They should be picking my husband soon but at the very least I knew they would pick someone who would treat me right, even if we never loved each other. I just hope he was okay with living on my territory, I'm not ready to leave my parents completely.