Page 10 of Riding A Cock-Horse
“Which is where I come in,” I breathe, understanding dawning on me. “There's something special about my blood, even though I'm human. I think that they want to use me as a breeder because—”
“Because it sounds like any shifter can breed with you without any of the restrictions,” Theo finishes.
“Well, joke's on them—they meant to make me go into heat to breed me…instead, they injected me with some diabolic concoction Dr. Fuckface made.” Again, one of Harry's ears quirks. “That's right—they turned me intoa monster. Thanks to Dr. Fuckenstein, I'm a pussy on roids with a caprine, serpentine ass—notthe animal, though.”
It’s like the Universe doesn’t want me to get laid.
Challenge accepted, Bitch.
Ilisten in horror as Theo and Belle come to the same conclusion that I have—the Tershes have found a way to use somebody as a breeder and not just anyone,but humans. There must be something special about their blood, as Belle said, that alerts the Tertiary—something they’ve found that the rest of us haven’t even thought to look for.Then again, why would we?We're just Primaries. The Tershes are the ones in power, and so they crave more of it.
If they can create a mass army of their kind, why wouldn't they?
The implications are enough to make your stomach drop out your arse.
I have so many questions…
Is Belle the first one that they’ve found, or do they have other innocent, human women put away?
Have they already been bred?
Is an army already amassing?
Not to mention the shot that doctor…well, I don't really know his real name, Dr.FuckFacegave Belle—it's created a monster—how many others have they already made?
Are they waiting to take over control of the world to overpower and subdue humans?
My mind whirls while Belle regales Harry with funny tales about her miscommunications with us. I twitch on Harry's back, wondering what can be done—if anything.Jude buzzes over my head and chitters. He's much like me, logical, worried, wanting to fix, and solve everything. All we've ever wanted to do is make the world a better place for our kind—to show that Primaries are equals—but what's going on with Belle supersedes everything.
The question is, what can we do about it?
We don't only endanger our own kind, but ourselves, our family, and other loved ones.
What do we have to offer asmerePrimaries?
Two hours later, we’re finally in Nottingham. Belle is making jokes in reference to some daft Yank movie calledRobin Hood, Men In Tights. I still have no answers, but I'm relieved that we're finally going to be meeting my cousin at the station and I shift back into human form. My cousin will have clothes for everyone. We can change, and then I can finally head home. My Ma and Da will not be delighted about this, but they always have my back.
That's more my Scottish roots than my shifter roots—the clan sticks togetherno matter what.
I feel bad for Sian and Elise. Since they've chosen each other, both their parents have turned them out. It's a slap in the face for our kind to go outside of your species. My parents will feel no differently about the friends I've chosen, but they're Scots before shifters. Our morals come first, and we stand for what's right and help those in need.
We hide behind some small bushes while Theo goes to find my cousin. He comes back with our clothes so we can all change since being starkers is frowned upon at the through station. While we dress, Belle stares at us with the same hungry, unabashed interest that we all look at her with. I think that's the thing I love most about her—her unapologetic honesty about who she is and what she wants. Society has made her feel bad about her choices, but I don't think Belle feels bad about them.
If Oxford were a different place, Belle wouldn't change a single thing. She doesn't have a problem with who she is—she loves herself, andIlove that about her. It speaks of a bravery that I don't have. When you're Primary, you've been cut down your entire life. Belle, on the other hand, has that voice she isn't afraid to use.
She is a chimera—hear her roar.
I quickly put on my pants and button down, take her hand, and lead her over to my cousin, Dageus, who was waiting to escort us back home. He clasps me in a tight bear hug before stepping back to examine Belle.
“Are you a horny toad?” he demands.
“I'm horny,” she admits.
I palm my face and laugh.
“She's something out of this world,” I tell Dageus, “and don't worry about it. We'll address it later. Suffice to say we need your help.”
“I know. We got your message. Your parents are waiting, as are mine. Don't worry. The clan will help you no matter what.”
