Page 103 of Rebel Fates

“What’s happening?” Rok asks with alarm.

To keep me calm, Zeek holds my hands. “She’s changing again!”

Crax rubs the soft, black fur over his scalp and shakes his head, and whispers, “I never heard of this.”

“What?” I snap. “Am I dying?”

“No.” He strokes my arm to soothe me. “But I think you might be able to shift at will.”

“You mean I can look like a Hathoran or a human whenever I want?” I study my now human fingers.

“No side effects?” Serrat asks. His emotions are a tornado in his soul, waiting for the winds of change to settle to assess what’s going on.

“I will have to run more tests, but it doesn’t appear you are in any danger, Gemma.”

Serrat sighs with relief. Then he grins widely.

I’m confused by his happiness over this.

But he senses me and explains, “You’ll be able to blend in with the Earthlings. They will be more open to you if you look like them. We can find those who want to be part of our new tribe.”

“You’re right.” I nod. I thought Serrat might be upset about my changing back to my human form, even if it was out of my control. I ask, “You aren’t upset that I won’t look like you all the time?”

Serrat and the other three collide with my body, holding me tight.

Zeek chuckles. “Are you kidding? Your human form is damn sexy. It’s a constant reminder of our heats. And it’s part of who you are.”

He kisses me on my neck, trailing down where he marked me.

I giggle, happy to have found my loving mates.

* * *

With the heat passed, I’m finally allowed a bit of quiet time. I’m relaxing in Serrat’s room, which we have confiscated as our shared sleeping quarters since it’s the largest. The guys are preparing for our next journey and I think Zeek is fixing me a snack.

I don’t mind the full service I receive around here. I don’t have to do anything for myself. But I’m sure not taking care of myself will get old… maybe.

Nah.

I allow my senses to drift, and I feel Leva’s presence. I know I’m actually inside of her, but just like humans, I assume she isn’t always paying attention to everything that is happening within her body.

I reach out over my head on the bed and touch her walls. “Leva?”

I feel her presence meet mine. An energy buzzes under my hand.

“Thank you,” I say, tears forming in my eyes. “When you opened your doors to me, you ended up opening my heart. You healed me with that gesture. I could finally trust the universe wasn’t completely against me. Then when the guys and I began to fall for each other, I was ready to love them too.”

My tears leak out. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d be dead or wishing that I was.”

Leva’s energy tingles over my hands and then ripples down my body.

In my mind, just like with the guys, I can hear her,“You are welcome. You are pack.”

My heart bursts with emotion. To feel so loved and accepted by my mates, by my home. It’s almost too much for me to process.

“You knew before we did, didn’t you?” I say, without question.

“Yes. Always pack.”

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