passed down along family lines, one of the
parents must be a
shifter for any of those genes to actually show up in the
children.
"Ah. Hmm.
Well, okay then." Kasim cleared his throat, and Jordan turned
back around, apparently satisfied that Kasim now had things under
control. The big grizzly looked poleaxed as he shook his
head, happy to hand things over to the lion.
Kasim decided to ignore the
impossible and to focus on the important matter that he did
understand. "Fated mates are... well they're special.
Any two shifters can mate, if they're willing to commit to each
other, and they share a claiming bite. Doing that means that
you've given up on finding your fated mate and, honestly, it's how
most of us mate. But if you do find your fated mate,
well... your animal will know immediately, and they won't accept
anyone else after that. Not unless you're already in love
with someone else and your animal had accepted them, and then you'd
better share the claiming bite with your chosen mate real fast
before your animal can change its mind. The ah..."
Kasim glanced warily at Brady sitting next to him, whose
expression was becoming harder by the second. "The ah...
biological imperative to claim your fated mate becomes harder and
harder to resist until it's said to be impossible."
"Biological imperative?"
Brady asked, looking furious. Obviously he’d picked up on the
fact that it meant the drive to consummate the mating.
Unfortunately, Steele’s erection wasn’t going to be going anywhere
anytime soon until he could sink it into his mate. Even then, it
was going to keep coming back, just as hard and just as demanding,
until they shared the claiming bite. Those commercials for calling
a hotline after an erection of four hours or more? Yeah, totally
useless for shifters.
"Well, it doesn't matter,"
Bethany said from the back seat, her voice matter-of-fact.
"He smells… delightful,” (understatement of the century) “but
other than that, it wasn't anything special, so obviously he's
wrong about the mate thing anyway."
"I'm not letting some asshole talk my
sister into bed just because he likes the way she smells!"
Brady practically roared, over his sister's words.
Steele's wolf howled, and
his claws popped out of the ends of his fingers.
"Everyone shut up ," he
roared. He was seconds away from losing it, and he hadn't
lost control since the first week he started shifting.
Dammit. His mate was already making him lose it. If she
kept rejecting him, she was going to find herself hauled off over
his shoulder caveman-style. Just thinking about it sent a
wave of satisfaction through him. "We're going to the
airfield where a plane will pick us up and take us to my pack's
lands. We can give you a crash course in shifter society
there."
And he would talk to his
boss and find out just what the hell was up. If the lab had
somehow managed to create shifter genes in humans, the world was
about to change, and in a really bad way.
Chapter 2
"They didn't create shifter genes,
they just... woke them up." Eli Mansfield, Steele's boss,
told him. Fortunately Steele's tech team had been working on
getting documents and notes scanned and sent to Eli ever since
they'd taken the compound. Once he'd heard Bethany's
assertion that her parents were human, Steele had ordered them to
concentrate on the notes about the siblings.
He knew a lot more about
his mate now. The Bunson family - taken when Bethany was
barely eighteen years old. The youngest, her sister, had only
been thirteen. Unfortunately, he also now knew that her
parents were no longer alive. They'd had a suspicious
accident the night the siblings had been taken. Jordan had
gone to break the news, and it physically hurt Steele that he
couldn't be there... but this was too important. They had to
understand what this Dr. Montgomery had done and why, and, most
importantly, who he was working for. Because someone had
funded