Property Of Daddy

Mating Gene Results

Swallowing loudly, I couldn't help but internally tremble when the looming fact that I was at the hospital where my fate would be sealed popped into my head. Dammit, this sucks.

Enrique turned off the car and eagerly hopped out, smirking to himself the entire time. "C'mon, Dakota," he grinned. "Time to find out if you're gonna be a dog's pet or not." He maniacally giggled as he turned and sauntered off towards the entrance of the hospital, a little pep in his step the whole way. That bitch...

"Okay," I breathed to myself, trying to bring my nerve levels down. Holding my head up high and squaring my shoulders, I followed behind my father's boyfriend, already planning my celebration tonight when my results pop up negative. I'll probably throw a party and get super fuckin ' wasted to the point where the alcohol completely eliminates this terrible memory from my mind forever. That sounds heavenly and a good way to celebrate.

Either way, it's totally time to just get this done and over with so that I can resume my life with no werewolves.

Enrique and I entered the hospital and I signed in at the front desk, showing the worker my driver's license which I had just gotten last month; I'd barely passed the driving test, but Dad had managed to pull some strings for me, and low and behold , I can legally drive now. And, I've only received four tickets so far, so I'd say I'm not too shabby. I was then told to have a seat in the waiting room and that I'd be called to the back rather soon... Soon? Really? There wouldn't be time for me to gain my bearings and be able to have my heart settle down?

We sat down on the hard leather seats and I tried to stare at my phone again to distract myself, but I was still nervous as shit. Meanwhile, Enrique began to watch the TV that was mounted on the wall, paying close attention to the news story that was depicting something going on somewhere.

Despite all the facts that I'd been told, I was still pretty anxious. As childish as it made me feel, I really wish that Dad had managed to come here with me. I knew that he was busy with work and everything, but damn. I couldn't help but believe in the pit of my stomach that having him here would've definitely helped me out with my nerves. I mean, after Mom had died, the knowledge that I at least still had Dad was a comfort to me.

But alas, he wasn't here.

"S-so, what exactly happens?" I whimpered, looking up at Enrique with wide eyes. It sucked that he was the only one I could turn to during my time of need. Although, I fought with all of my inner strength to not make a joke about how Enrique was too old and thus had never been required to take the test before... I think. Come to think of it, I don't know how old the dude is. I'll just say fifty-nine since I know it'll piss him off. From looking at him everyday, I was sure to know that he was older than Dad. I have wondered how he got my Dad's interest, though it's probably best not to ask.

He shook his head, not breaking his line of sight from the flat screen TV. It was clear that he didn't fancy my question much, but I had many worries with this test. "All they do is poke you with a needle, check your blood, and if you don't have the gene then we go home, " he mused. Seemed like it was as simple as Ricky and Asher had told me. Though it didn't get rid of many worries.

"A-and what if I do have it?" I trembled, nervously twiddling my fingers in my lap. I probably seemed like a nervous wreck to others.

He rolled his eyes and loudly sighed. "Dakota, how many times do we have to tell you this?" he groaned. "It's very rare for humans to carry the Mating Gene. And even if they do, statistically speaking, girls are more likely to carry it than boys."

"How come?" I wondered, mainly just wanting to talk so that I could feel better.

"Don't worry about it. Everything will be fine," Enrique muttered. "And if not, then oh well. We can pick you up some flea preventatives on the way home. Just as a precaution. " Asshole.