Baaul: A Change of Heart

Chapter 24: Feral

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Iiiiiiiit's been a hot minute since I updated but here is a juicy one for the long wait.

⚠️ Content Warning ⚠️

This chapter contains STRONG sexual content and may possibly trigger some as it is considered by some as DubCon.

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His feet hit the top of the roof with a loud ‘thud’. Baaul knew the oomans inside would hear him, but he didn’t care. He’d be gone long before they could send anyone to investigate the sound. Perhaps they’d blame it on their silly ‘ghost’ superstitions. It didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered to him was getting Renee back. 

That fucking ooman stole his female! HIS Renee! 

When he had first woke, the rage he had felt at the realization that she had been taken had made his bloodlust look like a tantrum. This thing between them had only heightened since he had mated her. Claimed her. He had blacked out wiith such feral rage and he had only calmed once his ship released a gas agent to reduce his fury. By then, he had ripped apart almost half of his trophy room. 

Baaul had lost precious hours due to the madness that took over him and he now knew why Warak rarely let his ooman mate leave their shared home. Why he never let her venture to popular youngling areas. He would have to be put down like a rabid dog if something happened to her so it was better to keep her safe and away from danger. Away from curious eyes. 

The ooman had managed to cover quite a bit of distance which would have been impressive if he could think beyond the fantasy of ooman blood in his mouth. The ooman also thought that giving false names would throw him off their trail, but ooman’s always forgot their feet were just as unique and their hand prints.  

He had followed the ooman all the way to a shipping doc which would have posed a problem in determining a direction since the port went to different countries. His mate had unintentionally saved him the headache. Thanks to Renee’s meddling with his ship’s database, it made it much easier for him to figure out how to access ooman satellites, which would in turn, compare the tracks he uploaded. Sure enough, tracks matching the ooman were located in a city of southern Mexico.

He had been tracking them since then. He noticed that Renee’s prints were no where in sight, though he didn’t think it was done to throw him off. Ooman’s were rarely that mindful. No, the likely explanation was that she had remained unconscious, which would also account the for speed at which the ooman traveled. He had been carrying her. She would have fought him otherwise. He wasn’t sure how he knew that. He just did.

The ooman was making his way north, no doubt toward the United States, Renee’s home country. He had managed to delve that bit of information from her file back at the ooman facility before he fried everything. If he had known he’d need to know more, he would have just downloaded it. No matter, the prints were getting fresher. Very fresh. 

Baaul chittered as he looked down at the alley below him. There were oomans down there in the midst of fighting a weaker ooman. Pack animals. Weaklings. If he had time, he would have liked to kill them all simply to slate his rage. 

Sounds of ooman cars rolling by with loud music did little to distract him. He was counting on another sense more than sight or sound right then. He inhaled deeply and growled as Renee’s natural perfume coated his tongue. He ached to rut her again, claim her again, until the scent of that pauking male was erased from her. She was close. Very close.

Something rolled up to his boot. Immediately, his automatic laser system went for the source of the movement. It was a round object filled with air. A soft gasp made him look up to see an ooman youngling staring at him. Her little heart was racing wildly because despite his camouflage, she could see him. Ooman younglings were like that. They were very observant. Especially when they were in a high risk area like this one. She was only a few ooman years. Just barely old enough to walk on her two thin legs.