Chapter 3 003

• I received a phone call after my morning run, informing me that I was a potential candidate for a certain opportunity. Mr. Devereaux requested to meet me in person to discuss further details. We agreed to meet at the Winnegance Restaurant, ensuring a public setting for our meeting.
• I quickly showered and dressed professionally, considering this meeting as a job interview. As I entered the restaurant, a strikingly handsome man caught my attention. He stood up, gesturing for me to join him. With no one else around, I approached him, feeling a strange attraction. He greeted me with a charming smile, and I couldn't help but notice his attractive features and strong physique. My thoughts wandered, imagining more than just a professional arrangement.
• "Nice to meet you, Miss Huppert," he said as I took my seat.
• It turned out to be Mr. Devereaux, whose voice matched his alluring appearance. He pulled out my chair and I couldn't help but feel a physical response. Trying to focus, I sat down, and he took a seat across from me. I sensed him inhaling as he smiled approvingly.
• "Thank you, Ms. Huppert. Feel free to order anything you like," he said.
• I glanced at the menu and decided on the meat lover's omelette with rye toast and orange juice. Mr. Devereaux ordered the seafood omelette with no toast and water. After placing our orders, he began discussing the results of my tests, assuring me of my excellent health and suitability for motherhood.
• Curiosity piqued, I asked, "Who exactly is pleased with my test results?"
• "We'll get to that in a moment. But first, I have some paperwork for you to read and sign," he replied, handing me a two-page document.
• I inquired about its contents, to which he responded, "It's a non-disclosure agreement. The information we're about to discuss is highly confidential, and any breach can lead to prosecution under the US Criminal Code."
• Surprised by the severity, I questioned the legal consequences. Mr. Devereaux remained enigmatic, suggesting I read and sign the document before providing further explanations. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, as if he held a secret that intrigued him.
• Examining the document, filled with legal jargon, I recognized its intent to maintain secrecy. Having dealt with similar documents in my previous job as an engineer, I felt confident in my ability to keep things confidential. Despite the mysterious circumstances, I trusted my judgment and signed the agreement.
• Returning the document, I requested clarification on his cryptic remarks. Mr. Devereaux then introduced the concept of lycanthropy and its existence beyond mere mythology. He claimed that werewolves were real, and the government had been aware since 1850, even reaching a peace treaty with their kind in 1899. Astonished, I couldn't help but respond skeptically, doubting the secrecy surrounding such a discovery.
• Rene, as he revealed his first name, explained, "The government is aware, but we've received special permission due to our dire situation. Werewolves are on the brink of extinction, and we need assistance."
• Curiosity and disbelief wrestled within me as Rene continued to share the reason behind his revelation. However, our conversation paused momentarily as our food arrived. He seemed to sniff the air, resembling a dog in his actions. I observed his behavior before we resumed our discussion.
• "We need help with breeding baby werewolves," Rene finally disclosed. "But let's enjoy our meal while it's still hot."
• I seriously contemplated making a swift exit. Despite his good looks, this guy had to be completely insane. He devoured his breakfast with an intensity that suggested he hadn't eaten in days. Not messy, just incredibly fast. He finished his meal while I had barely made a dent in mine.
• Once he was done, he continued our conversation. "Do you know how werewolves are created?"
• "Don't you usually have to be bitten by another werewolf?" I asked.
• "That used to be the most common way, but the treaty between the US government and the werewolf packs outlawed biting humans to create more of us. Now we have to have children, baby werewolves."
• "What do you call a baby werewolf?"
• "A pup or puppy, just like a dog."
• "So why don't you mate with other werewolves and have babies?" I asked, playing along until I could finish my breakfast. I needed to find another job as soon as possible.
• "There's a problem with that."
• "What kind of problem?"
• "If we mate as wolves, we produce more wolves, not shapeshifters, just regular wolves. If we mate as humans, we produce more humans. If we mate with a wolf body to a human body, we become sterile. There's something in our genetic makeup that requires us to mate as wolves with normal humans to create more werewolves. Just like biting each other only leads to death, but biting humans as wolves creates more werewolves, we need to have sex with humans to produce more werewolves."
• I stared at him, a mix of disbelief and incredulity on my face. "You've got to be kidding me," I exclaimed. "You want me to have sex with a wolf?"
• "Not a wolf, a werewolf," he clarified.
• "What's the difference?"
• "A werewolf won't eat you, at least not in that way," he said, grinning mischievously.
• I thought he was even crazier now, but that grin. It still managed to make my heart race.
• "You're turned on right now, aren't you?" Rene asked.
• "Good guess," I replied.
• "It's not a guess. I can smell it."
• I could almost smell myself. But I wasn't sure if that really proved anything.
• "Why not use artificial insemination?" I suggested.
• "We have to be in human form to do that. Masturbating into a cup doesn't work for us. And the other way around has its own issues. We're not exactly fond of having humans jerk us off. Wolves get a bit testy when humans mess with their cocks," he explained.
• "Let me ask you this: Can a human male mate with a female werewolf and have offspring?" I inquired.
• "They can, but there are a few problems, actually, three problems."
• "Which are?"
• "First, human males have difficulty maintaining an erection when faced with a wolf. Our males produce a lot of semen, while human males usually don't produce enough. It often requires more than one human male to do the job. Second, female werewolves tend to bite during mating, violating the treaty. They're friendly nips, as far as wolf bites go, just part of our normal mating process, but a bite is a bite. We've tried using muzzles on the females to reduce biting, but it still requires several males, and we still have the erection problem because most human males aren't sexually attracted to wolves. Third, we've experimented with artificial insemination using human males and female werewolves, but the results have been mixed. It hasn't worked out consistently. In a few instances, it worked when we gathered the semen from five males, but it's not a reliable method."
• "So if I get pregnant, am I going to have a litter of pups?" I asked, somewhat sarcastically.
• "You'll have a child that looks human. We don't shift until we reach maturity, which happens faster than with humans, around seven to eight years old."
• "Do you have sex with each other even if you're not trying to have pups?" I inquired.
• "We're highly sexual beings. We have frequent sexual encounters."