The sound that emitted from Tempest’s mouth was a healthy mix between a squeal and an excited child’s wail.

She was shaking she was so happy.

It didn’t seem possible that the room behind this door was as large as it was but as she stood there bouncing from foot to foot, barely holding in her appreciation, she realized it was.

"You’re kidding! This is for me? No way. It’s too much. Are you sure?" She questioned Dron but was already moving into the room before he had a chance to say anything.

She’d expected something very ordinary: a bed, a nightstand, maybe somewhere to put clothing. She’d never expected something like this.

The room was at least two times the size of the house she shared with Sam. It had an open floor plan and the entire outside walls were see-through. The view wasn’t as spectacular as the view in Dron’s room but it was still better than anything she had. The bed was heavy wood or at least that is what it looked like from a distance. It was in the very center of the room on a sunken platform. On one side of the room was what looked like an in ground jacuzzi. It was covered, but there was a small stream of steam coming from the borders.

On the other side of the room was a massive closet; it was bare, but Tempest knew it would fit a wardrobe that would rival any Hollywood actress. On the other side was the door but there was another space she went to go investigate. When she opened the door, Tempest saw that there was a toilet and what looked to be a spa-level shower. Tempest wasn’t even sure if they had the typical showers here on this planet, but she was definitely ready to investigate it for herself.

She rushed out of that area and to the other side of the room, which she was the most interested in. It looked like a booklover’s dream. Mountains of cushions and pillows decorated the floor. Lined up in a short bookcase around the perimeter were books she examined. She was a little disappointed that she couldn’t read any of them. If only she had her books from back home.

Apart from the various sections of the room, what really impressed her was the incorporation of nature. The wood walls allowed for vines to crawl along the ceilings. Different colors and shapes of flowers peppered the ceiling and portions of the walls. It was like a picture out of a fairy tale.

She spun in a big circle just trying to take in as much as she could.

It was overwhelming in the best way.

Finally she turned to look at Dron, who was looking at Tempest as if he was worried she wouldn’t like what he offered.

"I can customize the space how you like it. I wasn’t prepared to house an Omega. That’s an oversight on my behalf. I should’ve-"

Tempest walked up to him quickly and put her hand up so that he would stop talking. "Dron, this is the most beautiful room I’ve ever seen in my life. Thank you so much. You don’t know how much this means to me." She raised her hand as if she were going to touch him, but a memory of a warning from Mexyn stopped her. The only reason Thraqens touched is if they were wanting to mate.

She would have to remember that. Though, Tempest had to be honest, Dron was making it very hard at that particular moment to remember that she wasn’t supposed to be falling for him.

"I’m glad you like it." Dron nodded his head once, and Tempest was glad to see that he was taking her instruction about saying yes and no to heart.

So far besides the argument that they had in his room, Dron was turning out to be quite the man.

"What do you do now? I assume I’m to get comfortable in the room, but what will you do while I do that?"

"Rest. If you need to reach me for whatever reason, all you have to do is call out for me. I will hear you."

Tempest didn’t think that this was possible. The house itself was massive, not to mention the walls all seemed like they were made of extra durable wood and steel. There was no way that he would be able to hear her if she were to scream out for him. On top of that, constantly screaming out for him seemed to be rude and extra annoying.

"If that’s what you think is best." Tempest shrugged her shoulders, and Dron took a second to stare at her.

"You said moving your shoulders was meant to be non-committal. Do you not agree with calling to me if you need something?" Dron questioned.

"I just think it’s a bit ridiculous. I could simply knock on your door." Tempest offered up and waited for Dron to answer.

"Don’t you remember what happened earlier when you came to my room? Is that what you want to see again? I’m not fit to be around you, Tempest. The fact that the higher-ups even allowed you to choose me was a mistake, but I’m not going to let them blame me for it. You will be safe. You will be taken care of. And when it’s over, you will be gone." He glared at Tempest for a second longer before he turned on his heels and walked out of the door.

Tempest stood there frozen to the spot, not know what to do or say next.

So much for him being a good guy so far.

Hot tears stung the back of Tempest’s eyelids. She was so tired of trying to make the best out of everything. She didn’t ask for this. She didn’t want to be here.

Dron hated her. Mexyn didn’t understand her. And on top of all that Tempest was stuck on a planet with no way of getting home. It was all just too much.

Tempest couldn’t hold back the emotions any longer. In a very Disney like fashion, Tempest ran toward the large window-paned walls.

For as long as she could remember, all Tempest had wanted was to be happy and free. Free from what others thought of her. Free from the expectations Sam put on her. Free from this place. She wanted to be on her own.

Now for at least the next six months that wouldn’t be possible.

She raised her hand to place it on the glass, but before she could, the panel slid open and she jumped back with a squeak. She hadn’t anticipated the walls being able to move.

She looked out onto the newly freed space and realized there was a patio skirting the entire property, or at least from what she could see. She stepped out and could feel the hot air blowing across her face. It was still very uncomfortable, but it was better than the stifling energy she was feeling in the house.

In the distance she could see the two moons in the sky; it didn’t look like they had changed positions in the least. How long will she have to look at these two moons before she would get used to them? How long before she would wake up on this planet and call it home?

Tempest couldn’t be sure, but if she had to put money on it, she would bet that it would never happen.

She lifted her head to the sky and looked up at the star-studded vastness. She prayed again.

It felt like she was doing more praying in the last few days than she had ever done in her life.

But just like every other time in her life, she’d not been answered so far.

The tears flowed down her face, and she leaned against the railing of the patio and let them continue.

"Please, help me. If there’s anyone there. Anyone that can hear me, I’m so scared. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to survive here on my own. Dron hates me. I’m so damn lost." As she continued to pray her voice got louder. "Why would you put me here! What have I done to deserve this! I’m a good person. I’ve always been good, and yet this is how I’m rewarded. Discarded like I’m nothing. I don’t deserve this!" Tempest broke down, her body shaking with the force of her misery. "Please... someone help me." She begged again. Her tears doing nothing to stop the pain inside.

She’d never felt like she was the most popular person, even on Earth, but on Thraqen she felt like she was completely alone.

Tempest wrapped her arms around her body and did her best to calm down, but no matter how many deep breaths she took it still felt like the massive foreign world was closing in around her.

"Oh god...I can’t breathe. I’m dying. I think I’m dying." She whispered to herself as her heart continued to race in her chest.

Tempest squeezed her eyes shut as tightly as she could, thinking that when she opened them again, she’d be lying in bed having a nightmare. She had no such luck. When she opened her eyes again and saw the same beautiful yet haunting landscapes, a dreadful groan pulsed out from between her lips.

There was no way she would make it in that place, and she knew it. Either she would lose her life physically, or she would lose her mind in the process. She continued to groan and cry. It was pitiful, absolutely depressing.

And then before she could realize what was happening, she was floating.

Tempest blinked a few times, and looked around herself. Strong arms of a deep grey color wrapped around her.

"I’ve got you, my temptation. I’m here." Dron looked down at her, and with one final gasp, Tempest’s eyes fluttered, and she was falling deep into unconsciousness once again.