sure I’m not the only one. There are probably no humans left in the military.”
For some reason Darman found that extremely funny. “I’ve suspected that for years.”
“So what am I?” Oh God, what if they’d interjected more than cat DNA. What if she was a hodgepodge of all sorts of wacky stuff?
“Every time we tried multiple crossmutation the result was disastrous. You’re definitely a feline hybrid. I’m trying to verify which species.”
She accepted the information without argument; then her mind snapped to attention. “You just read my thoughts. I didn’t say the last part out loud.”
“I told you I wasn’t human. All the morphs are telepathic.” He glanced at her and smiled. “I’ll have Grayson work with you when we’re done here. I bet he can have you sending and receiving thoughts before the day is through.”
Something on the screen caught his attention. He leaned forward and stroked his beard.
“What is it? What do you see?”
“Let me verify this before I explain. I want to be absolutely sure of my findings.” He walked to the access terminal across from the table and activated three separate applications before he spoke again. “Good. That’s a relief,” he muttered, then issued a series of commands. The terminal’s verbal response made no sense to her, but Darman finally turned back around.
“Well?”
“Sorry. I’m really not tormenting you intentionally. These are the facts. Your DNA contains several feline segments, and the recessive genes within those segments indicate the donor was a white tiger.”
She refused to panic. His explanation had barely begun. “Grayson and I aren’t related, are we?”
“No. The genetic material contained in your DNA was extracted from a different donor than either of Grayson’s parents. That’s what I triple checked before this conversation went any further.”
“You said you’re Grayson’s grandfather. Did you alter the DNA of one of your biological children or… never mind. It’s none of my business.”
“My son applied for inclusion in the program, but he was twenty-three at the time. I rejected his application and he kept reapplying until I gave in. Now you know where Grayson gets his stubborn streak.”
“And his mother? Was she part of your program as well? Were they expected to… was a mating schedule included in this program?”
“Christina was a morph not a hybrid. My only role in her life was father-in-law. As for a mating program.” He chuckled. “Cat DNA makes any encouragement on our part unnecessary. I can’t speak for the other projects, I only work with cats.”
“Okay, so I have tiger DNA. My superiors have to know about this. I have yearly physicals and --”
“Of course they know. More than likely they did this to you. Why do you think you’re only allowed to see military doctors?”
“They lock away morphs while they create more hybrids. It’s almost too twisted to accept.” She released a tense breath and focused on the present. “What do I do? What are my options?”
“The rest is for you and Grayson to decide together. You’re both infected with this mysterious virus, so I’m going to quarantine you in the old clinic. Grayson knows how to tap into the security system, so you’ll be warned if anyone approaches the building. I’ve already been exposed, so I’ll deliver your meals personally. That should give you plenty of time to figure out if you want to secure a future for yourselves or take on the world.”
Chapter Six
Grayson watched Sasha approach the abandoned clinic on the newly reactivated security screen. His cock lengthened with every step she took. The perimeter alarm had warned him of her presence, so he felt confident in the preparations he’d made. Her rifle was slung over her shoulder, but she’d left her helmet behind. She was off duty, quarantined until further notice. And so was he.
Mine . The cat in him had known all along that Sasha was
For some reason Darman found that extremely funny. “I’ve suspected that for years.”
“So what am I?” Oh God, what if they’d interjected more than cat DNA. What if she was a hodgepodge of all sorts of wacky stuff?
“Every time we tried multiple crossmutation the result was disastrous. You’re definitely a feline hybrid. I’m trying to verify which species.”
She accepted the information without argument; then her mind snapped to attention. “You just read my thoughts. I didn’t say the last part out loud.”
“I told you I wasn’t human. All the morphs are telepathic.” He glanced at her and smiled. “I’ll have Grayson work with you when we’re done here. I bet he can have you sending and receiving thoughts before the day is through.”
Something on the screen caught his attention. He leaned forward and stroked his beard.
“What is it? What do you see?”
“Let me verify this before I explain. I want to be absolutely sure of my findings.” He walked to the access terminal across from the table and activated three separate applications before he spoke again. “Good. That’s a relief,” he muttered, then issued a series of commands. The terminal’s verbal response made no sense to her, but Darman finally turned back around.
“Well?”
“Sorry. I’m really not tormenting you intentionally. These are the facts. Your DNA contains several feline segments, and the recessive genes within those segments indicate the donor was a white tiger.”
She refused to panic. His explanation had barely begun. “Grayson and I aren’t related, are we?”
“No. The genetic material contained in your DNA was extracted from a different donor than either of Grayson’s parents. That’s what I triple checked before this conversation went any further.”
“You said you’re Grayson’s grandfather. Did you alter the DNA of one of your biological children or… never mind. It’s none of my business.”
“My son applied for inclusion in the program, but he was twenty-three at the time. I rejected his application and he kept reapplying until I gave in. Now you know where Grayson gets his stubborn streak.”
“And his mother? Was she part of your program as well? Were they expected to… was a mating schedule included in this program?”
“Christina was a morph not a hybrid. My only role in her life was father-in-law. As for a mating program.” He chuckled. “Cat DNA makes any encouragement on our part unnecessary. I can’t speak for the other projects, I only work with cats.”
“Okay, so I have tiger DNA. My superiors have to know about this. I have yearly physicals and --”
“Of course they know. More than likely they did this to you. Why do you think you’re only allowed to see military doctors?”
“They lock away morphs while they create more hybrids. It’s almost too twisted to accept.” She released a tense breath and focused on the present. “What do I do? What are my options?”
“The rest is for you and Grayson to decide together. You’re both infected with this mysterious virus, so I’m going to quarantine you in the old clinic. Grayson knows how to tap into the security system, so you’ll be warned if anyone approaches the building. I’ve already been exposed, so I’ll deliver your meals personally. That should give you plenty of time to figure out if you want to secure a future for yourselves or take on the world.”
Chapter Six
Grayson watched Sasha approach the abandoned clinic on the newly reactivated security screen. His cock lengthened with every step she took. The perimeter alarm had warned him of her presence, so he felt confident in the preparations he’d made. Her rifle was slung over her shoulder, but she’d left her helmet behind. She was off duty, quarantined until further notice. And so was he.
Mine . The cat in him had known all along that Sasha was
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