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was palpitating so
severely that she thought it would burst.
    Carlo’s voice sounded in her ears
like a warning bell.
    And he made her lose the baby.
It was because she wasn’t a tiger shifter. He didn’t want contamination between
the shifter breeds. And he was furious with her. Furious because she tried to
trap him.
    Kate gripped the railing. She
gazed out into the water, into the city beyond. Then she dipped into her tote
bag and took out the box.
    It was a box of oral
contraceptives.
    It was mostly full.
    She had started out taking the
pills. She took three, and then her mind bended in different directions. Every
time she stared at those pills, she saw the murder of her baby. A baby that was
yet to be.
    Rust only lusted after her body,
as strange as that might sound. He would soon tire of her and dump her by the
wayside. She didn’t know if she could take that. She was sure she might die of
heartbreak – of her actual heart ripping in two and bleeding, bleeding
all over her cardiac cavity.
    And so, in a moment of
incoherence, she stopped taking the pills.
    One day passed, and yet another.
Rust used a condom for the requisite month before the pills would have taken effect.
    And then –
    She remembered the pounding she
had received from his glorious, wonderful cock. The sperm flowing into her in a
tide, swimming into her womb and up into her Fallopian tubes. She wondered if
one of her eggs had been released into the tubes and was being impregnated by
his sperm even as she pondered about such things at the embankment.
    Had she made a mistake? Okay,
that was beside the point. Of course she had made a mistake. She was making a
mistake either way. Any which way she chose, as long as that path involved Rust
O’Brien.
    Trapping him.
    Thinking that he would embrace
her after she declared, “I’m pregnant. There must have been some flaw with the
pills.”
    How contrite. How stupid. How
childish she was, playing at adult games. She was not the first woman who had
tried to trap the man of her dreams in this manner, and she was not the first
woman who had tried to trap Rust O’Brien.
    Except that he wasn’t any
ordinary male.
    Their union would be an experiment .
    God, what was she thinking? Stupid,
stupid, stupid!
    She wondered if it was too late
to amend it.
    Hurriedly, she eased a blister
pack out of the box of oral contraceptives and took one pill out of it. Then
she stuffed it into her mouth.
    She wondered if it was too late.

 
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    “You know, Fiona, you could be
attractive if you didn’t try so hard,” Carlo said.
    He didn’t have a car, not on his
partial scholarship and what he was making as a ‘waiter’, good money though
that was. Most of it went into his college fund. And the rest of it went to his
mother back at home to pave the way for the rest of his siblings to go to
college. Not all shifters were rich like Rust O’Brien.
    He was driving Fiona’s car
– a second hand Mustang. Fiona wasn’t exactly Rust O’Brien rich but she
was in a better position than he was.
    Fiona’s hand was at his crotch,
and she was groping his cock and balls, squeezing them. She took her hand away
and pouted.
    “Suit yourself,” she said.
    They were driving to where he
deemed ‘a surprise’. It was easy enough to get Fiona to tag along. She was
always bored, looking for adventure.
    He glanced at her quizzically.
“Were you always the class slut?”
    “I take offense to that word,”
she said mildly.
    “I reckon it isn’t the first time
you’ve heard it thrown in your face.”
    She stared out of the window, her
expression somewhat wistful.
    She said, “So many things you
don’t know about me, Carlo. You don’t know the things I had to do – ”
    She trailed off. He knew what she
was going to say. You don’t know the things I had to do . . . to make me
what I am.
    “And there are so many things you
don’t know about me.”
    “That makes us two of a kind.”
    “Not really.”
    “I hear you’re pretty