Page 77 of Fated to Them

“That’s what it used to mean, but we can mate you and mark you instead of impregnating you. Children are now forbidden until the council gives the go-ahead again.”

“Okay, you lost me,” I tell him.

“It used to be that you would have to fall pregnant to be fully bonded. Well, that’s what everyone thought until we found out that when the female goes in heat, if we use protection and remark them, the bond solidifies.”

“So, in heat like a dog?”

Cyrus chuckles. “No, it just means you are fertile. We can’t make you fall pregnant unless you are in heat. Not like humans who can just stick their dicks in anything and impregnate the woman.”

“So, how often does this heat happen then?”

“Once a year, sometimes twice, depending on what species the mates are. You, however, may go into heat more because you have two mates instead of one.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No, Addie. You may have noticed that since Eli marked you, you no longer get periods. I said that correctly, didn’t I? That’s what you call it?”

“Yes, that is what it is called or a menstrual cycle,” I tell him, shaking my head.

What a strange conversation to have with a man, talking about my periods with them when I barely know them. But it does make me wonder because he is right. I haven’t had my periods, and I should have by now.

“Wait, I will never get a period again?” I ask, dumbfounded.

“No, you won’t. Why, do you like bleeding?”

“Definitely not, probably be the only thing I hate about being a woman.”

Though when having sex with Sam, I was always excited about getting them because that meant I wasn’t pregnant.

“Wait, I’m human. Wouldn’t that put me in menopause?”

“Meno— what?”

“You know about periods but don’t know about menopause?” I ask, rinsing my mouth.

He looks at me funny.

“Never mind,” I tell him.

“I will have to google this menopause. I don’t usually endeavor to know things about humans.”

“But you were once human?”

“Yes, but I barely remember being human, and I never heard the term menopause while human.”

“Probably because you’re old. They probably didn’t know what it was back then,” I tell him, and he nods.

“Do our ages bother you?” he asks, and I sit up on the sink basin.

Eli walks in, hopping in the shower.

“No, I think it’s pretty cool. The things you would have seen would be interesting. I’ve always liked history.”

“You would be amazed how much of history they got wrong. Us, for example,” Eli says, stripping his clothes off.

“They may not think you exist now, but where did the stories come from if they were wrong?”

“Yes, in a sense, but they always portrayed us as monsters. We aren’t. Humans are the monsters,” Cyrus says.