The Genome Legacy: Part Five (The Genome Legacy Book 5)

by Luna Wolf

  Pansy stays silent for a moment longer than necessary. “Where are the pads?”

  “In the ba-bag with th-the red cla-clasps, un-underneath the unfin-unfished room.”

  Pansy stomps her way out of the treehouse.

  I try to sit up, but that only makes the cramp worse. “I-I didn’t mean to make her ma-mad.”

  Rosie shakes her head, and winces. “You didn’t make her mad. She’s upset this isn’t happening to her, too, right now. We normally experience everything at the same time together. She’s just jealous you and I are going through the same thing, but she isn’t.”

  More nausea threatens to make the steak come up. “I-I fe-feel like sh-shit. She’s not mi-missing out on mu-much.”

  She lifts her hand away from me and applies pressure to her temple. “Trust me, I get it. But it’s worth it. Now we can have babies. You can have another Forrest.”

  My heart flutters at his name. I miss him. I’d give anything to have him back for cuddles.

  Pansy comes back. Her hands full of pads, white underwear, and pain relief strips. Sitting up with a wince, I take the one of the pain strips from her and lift my shirt to stick it under my navel. Warmth radiates through the patch, instantly the sharp pain dies away, I can breathe. “Thank you. I can move again.”

  Pansy nods and hands me a new pair of underwear and pad. I stare at the long, cotton-like thing. Supposedly it will dissolve several days after use, so we don’t need to worry about finding a way of disposing them without creating a trash heap.

  Rosie changes first, wiping away all the blood. Just before she pulls the underwear up, “We just put this thing along here, right?”

  I nod. “That’s how that clip explained it.”

  Taking off my underwear, sure enough there’s several red spots. No where near as much as Rosie. Putting in the pad, I shimmy the material up and pull the cotton-pillow flush with my body. I frown, as does Rosie.

  “This feels bulky.” We say in unison before glancing at each other and laughing.

  I try to walk, but it’s awkward at first. “This is go-going to take some getting used to.”

  Pansy folds her arms over his chest. “This isn’t fair, why isn’t it happening to me, too?”

  Rosie pats her sister on the back. “Don’t worry, Pan, I’m sure it’ll happen soon. Your body just needs more time.”

  “I need to go find my pants. I don’t really want the guys seeing me wearing this thing.” I cross the treehouse, wanting to give them some space. I’m not sure if Pansy likes me or not.

  A droid chimes off in the distance as I step off the ladder to sprint across the land for my pants. Mostly everyone continues to play in the water, a few sit off on the shore, sun bathing. I get my pants on hopefully before anyone could get a good look at me.

  Arrow jogs over to the droid who chimes again. “You have an incoming message, what is it?”

  The droids permeant smile lights up. “Dr. Langsting says: ‘Have received your message. Will be sending replacement supplies they will be there in one week’s time. Implant communication will not work, was explained.”

  Arrow frowns. “Explained? When was it explained communication would be this slow?”

  Echo clicks his way over to Arrow, placing a hand on his back. “It seems a lot of things were kept from us. Maybe they thought we would do something drastic if we knew the truth beforehand?”

  Arrow shakes his head and balls his hands into fists. “I guess I put too much trust into him.”

  Echo sighs. “You always have.”

  I take a step away from them, feeling intrusive. Echo turns his head in my direction. “Velma, are you okay? You didn’t sound like you felt good earlier, and now I swear I smell blood.”

  Arrow now peers at me, too. “Did something happen? Why did Pansy want you earlier?”

  I Clear my throat. “You se-see, Rosie and I, we-we’ve—”

  “Realized your undying attraction to each other and want to make out in front of us?” Octavius wraps his arms around my waist as he walks up from behind. He rests his chin on my shoulder. “You smell different.”

  I sigh. “If one more of you comment on how I smell, I’m going to fucking lose it.” That came out harsher than I intended it.

  Octavius’s grip on my waist loosens, but he doesn’t let go. “You doing okay?”

  More ire rises into my chest. “Yes, I’m fine. Rosie and I started our periods.”

  Octavius stiffens against me. Arrow raises and eyebrow, as Echo stays neutral. Too bad King isn’t here to tell him at the same time.

  “So, that means you can get pregnant now, right?” Octavius’s warm hands linger on my stomach.

  I nod. “Yeah, I guess. I was hoping to get breasts first though.” I stare down at the barely round bumps on my chest.

  Arrow chuckles. “Your breasts are perfect, they don’t need to change.

  Octavius’s hands slid up my body and grasp my breasts. “For once, he’s right, they’re perfect.” His hot lips kiss my neck. A semi-erection presses into my ass.

  I melt into him. My nipples ignite with a fiery passion. I swear, I could almost orgasm just from him toying with the hard peaks. A gasp escapes me as my eyes close. My clit aches with the need to be touched. If only his hands would go lower. But if he touches me there—I’m out of his arms in a second, breathing hard.

  The flashes of the documentary they had us watch play in my mind, all about when they explained how messy the shedding of uterus lining could be. Rosie had blood on her thighs a little bit ago. I don’t want them touching me there when it’s bloody and who knows what else.

  My clit throbs more, protesting my train of thought. Why should I care? If they don’t care?

  I shake my head. “I can’t. I want to, but I don’t want you touching me there right now. It’s all sorts of gross.”

  Octavius adjusts himself through his pants. “Are you sure?”

  Arrow steps closer. “It’s natural. We, at least I, don’t care. If you’re horny, we can help you.”

  I want nothing more to take him up on his offer, but another part of me, the stronger part, wants to run and hide. “I’m not to that level of desperate enough to look past it.”

  “Velma!”

  I glance over my shoulder at Rosie as she stalks toward us. She reaches for my hand and grabs it before pulling me off toward the waterfall.

  Jogging to catch up with her strides, I come to walk beside her. “What’s up?”

  She stops walking. “Pansy’s so mean! Just because her period didn’t happen as the same time as me, she’s so mad. We don’t need to share ever damn experience.”

  “Are you sure she won’t get mad seeing you talking to me? Since I did start my period the same time as you?” I peer over my shoulder to make sure she isn’t sending me death glares from somewhere.

  Her grip tightens on my hand. “I don’t care, she’ll get over it. It’s good to have a female friend that’s not her.”

  A smile tugs at my face. I agree with her, it’s nice to have a friend who is a girl.

  To be continued…

  A/N: I am retracting my statement from before when I said I would be jumping twenty-six years into the future after part six. Due to some changes in the plot for this part, I’m going to stick with Velma and her gang a bit longer. There will, however, be a small mid-season break while I rework the new plotlines and release the serial The Lycan Games: Winter. If you would like to know more, sign up for my Newsletter. http://eepurl.com/c25Zgb

 

 

 
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