Life has always been just animals and humans, but add a little mix and today hybrids are the domesticated animals. Frogs, lizards, birds, dogs, cats, even fish were some form of hybrid. Can't walk them in a purse, or carry them in a cage, but they are cleaner and they can use the same bathroom and wash themselves. Which is a bonus, and she loved her German Shepherd hybrid who she deemed Jax Shepard, who loved her just as much, if not more.

She got Jax a year ago, and it was like love at first sight. An overprotective gentle giant met his plush loveable lady owner. She gets him all his favorite food, takes him on walks, lets him cuddle with her or go on walks, let him go with some other neighborhood dogs that he likes and trusts. Her energy is nice and calm and loving, and that's all he could ask for. He trusts her, like she trusts him.

However, one sensitive topic that they had to discuss was the fact that Jax goes into rut. The discussion was simple and the resolve being that she will allow him to cool off since she doesn't abide by any of the animal rules. The first time it went smoothly, Jax made it to her for help and he wore a condom then they had sex for hours.

This time, it went bad. Jax's rut started, she was coming home soon, and Jax could do nothing but strip himself and smother himself in the scent that belongs strictly to her. Then, when she walked in, and went upstairs, he didn't hold back, he couldn't.

Biting down into her shoulder, hard enough to break the skin as he thrusts into her with clouded eyes, glazed over by lust and a need to mate. To get her pregnant. He couldn't even acknowledge her own words in protest.

"You're mine."