Page 33 of Riding A Cock-Horse
Phineas nods.
“We do, but we also have laws for our species that supersede human laws. They’re binding—just like your bond with this man.”
I cut a vicious glare to everyone in the group.
No one has prepared me for the shifter world at all.
Belle's face is turning the same purplely shade as her hair, and I'm wondering if we should be concerned. I look to Elise, who is glaring daggers at Nestor, but none of us here will ever go up against him. He's one of the rarest, most powerful Tertiaries on the face of the Earth. Certainly, no Primary would go against that—not unless they had a death wish.
But I can tell by my girlfriend's face that she's absolutely livid on Belle’s behalf. Quite frankly, I agree. What the Scotsmen did was diabolical. Poor Belle, who was never meant to be a shifter, has been thrown into a world where she has no idea how it works. Of course, none of us have had the time to explain anything to her, let alone something this life-altering and severe.
Mating bonds are unbreakable.
It creates a permanent link between the two shifters that can only be broken in death. Wisely, none of us volunteer that information right now because there's a chance that Belle might just actually kill Nestor.
Actually, by the looks on their faces, there’s still a chance that Jude or Jack might.
But maybe this solves all our problems…
Arthur fell head over heels for our Belle—Theo, too—and there's no doubt that Jack and Jude feel the same way about her.
Would they have been able to share?
There's just no way of telling, and it could have very potentially torn us all apart.
So, maybe, it's best that Nestor has claimed her. Except, Belle doesn't seem like she's ready to settle for that. She's still screeching about illegalities. When Nestor reaches up to tweak one of her nipples to silence her, the feisty Yank punches the randy Tersh right in the meat and veg. Nestor crumples to the ground once more. I see all the other guys wince and cup themselves, but Elise and I lose it.
“Definitely don't tell her about the ‘death do us part’ clause,” I whisper to Elise, who chuckles.
“No, Belle’s angry now, but she would never kill anyone. She wouldn’t harm a fly,” she argues.
I look from the Yank back to my girlfriend and raise a brow.
“If she can maim his knob, I'm sure she could kill him—we all know how much Belle loves dick.”
Elise seems thoughtful at this.
“Hmm, maybe you’re right, but let's convince her to kill himafterthe war.”
Nestor is still writhing on the bank of the lake, groaning in pain. Somehow, he manages to grunt out:
“What war?”
Startled, I realize he was listening to us the entire time. I straighten up.
“The war with the Tershes.”
The plonker doesn't say anything as he takes a few seconds to collect himself. Finally, he rises from the ground and takes a healthy step away from Belle.
Smart bloke.
“What war with the Tertiaries?” he demands.
“It's a long story,” Elise sighs, “but suffice to say, the Tershes are taking humans and using them to experiment on and to breed—humans like Belle, who obviously is now a unique shifter.”
At this, Nestor gnashes his teeth together before foolishly stepping back into Belle's personal space. He stares down at her from his great height, easily over half a meter taller than me.
“I will not let that happen. We will fight them together. Do you know why?” he demands of our Yank.
