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Sara's expression said that this was the most amazing and wonderful ability ever, and she was so excited for Sasha.
Sasha felt a frown pinch her eyebrows. She glanced between the twins. "It's not... gross? I'll be like a milk cow or a goat."
The older woman shook her head. "No, absolutely not. A woman's ability to produce sustenance for her children is sacred. Not to mention the bond it will create with your husband-mate."
Imagining Kane nursing at her swollen chest caused a not unpleasant kick in her womb. She made a breathy sound and felt the spurt of wet that she had thought she was done with.
Her eyes got wide as shame and embarrassment filled her. It was one thing to be in estrous with her body taking over, but her cycle had ended. This problem of dripping bodily fluids whenever a certain male was mentioned should also be done.
Sara could smell her slick and see her mortification. She gave Sasha a quick hug, drawing her near. "Breeders are very sexual creatures, Sasha, with high libidos. There is no getting around it. The best way to control this is choosing your husband-mate early and trusting his protection.
"Your nature can be used against you, but you don't have to be ashamed. You are the future, in every sense. Without breeders, we lose our best leaders, our best warriors, our consciences, and our hearts."
She took blood, had Sasha stand naked on the box that took all her readings, and left two bottles of pills. "The brown ones are just vitamins. Take them daily with food. The little white ones are for discomfort. Take no more than two a day and be ready to sleep when you do."
Sara looked between Sasha and the twins when she gave instructions. The drones had proven themselves to be good caregivers and would be sure her instructions were followed.
Then Sasha gave in to the need for more sleep.
*
The twins woke her for lunch. Sasha decided to leave the room and eat in the small dining hall with Davila where the rest of the household drones ate in shifts.
She knew Kane's complex was massive, and she had yet to see even half of it or meet most of the people who worked there. It made sense to her to start with the drones.
She stayed in the laundry room and the kitchen, getting in the way more than helping. They made her sit and eat again.
Late that night, she and the twins made their way back to her bed. She hoped Kane was going to appear soon.
He didn't.
Chapter 12
Sasha didn't know what she should be doing. Kane's absence left her in limbo. After three nights of waiting for him to appear, she’d received a note delivered by Zinanno.
A mated and married beta with gray hair at the temples and a data pad full of pictures of his grandchildren, Zinanno only smiled when asked about his family. Taking on his new role as Kane’s secretary with sober attention to detail, he kept his posture straight and his manner official.
He handed her a folded piece of paper with writing in bold, black ink.
Looking for Merrick. Stay out of trouble.
—Kane
Merrick was out there somewhere, not handless as Sasha had thought, but hiding. Likely he was in some beta’s bed, using his looks and charm to manipulate others and make his life easy while he waited for his chance. Sasha shivered in dread at the thought.
With no purpose and no Kane, Sasha fell into a daily routine. She found comfort in the familiarity of household chores. It was a massive home comprised of masses of people—guardsmen, the secretary, his under-secretary, official Administration staff, housekeepers, kitchen staff, garden staff, and their family members. There was always laundry to do, food to cook, and dishes to clean.
Zinanno tried to get her inside in the library. He offered enrichment classes like painting and dancing and invited her to tour the children's wing. He gave her a data pad of her own. He offered shopping expeditions. But when she asked to go to her own compound in Sector 10, he said no.
She lost the data pad somewhere between her room and the drone quarters.
Washing all the laundry for the house was an ongoing chore. The head washer was an older drone who should have retired years ago, but refused. Hands swollen with arthritis, she was happy to boss around whoever came into her domain, and Sasha was no exception.
When the days were warm, they hung the linens out on lines in the sun. Sasha loved it. She loved that even a prosperous sector did this like she did at home in her poor one.
Wearing a light dress, the water soaked her as she hung wet sheets, table linens, towels, and cloths. With the day being so warm, the cool, wet fabric of her dress felt so good she didn't think about it much.
Her dress grew more damp, clinging. The fine, light cloth became see through, exposing the bright teal support wear cupping her breasts, her now tight nipples poking at the chilly air.
