Choosing Her Lycan Mate

Chapter 9

Izzy’s POV

Oh. My. Goddess! It’s so embarrassing to go to a gynecologist with my sister and her gamma wolf Dante! At least this time I won’t wake up to find I had been drugged and abducted, though. Amy and Dante are here to protect me against that happening again.

Amy insists that I be protected against pregnancy in case my ‘gentlemen callers’ and I, well, take things a little too far. Amy believes, and I definitely agree, that I shouldn’t be forced to take a mate if I should give in to any urges. All of these Lycans will insist on me becoming their mate if I end up pregnant, regardless of my feelings on the matter. As long as I don’t allow myself to get into that sort of mess, I will be able to keep my options open and choose with my heart.

Amy claims that hormones (and our wolves), can sometimes make us act in ways where we might not consider the potential risks until afterwards. I’m really glad that Amy cares and all, but I feel like I’m going to end up with a permanent blush on my face for all eternity!

Secretly, though, I’m really glad that I have Amy and Dante here to look out for me. When I was sixteen, I had decided I wanted to get on birth control so that I could experiment with the males if I wanted to. Which in hindsight turned out to be a very bad idea! I snuck out of the palace and went to the medical clinic all by myself, not realizing that I was putting myself in any real danger.

Everything had seemed perfectly innocent at the time. I talked to the nurse and told her what I wanted, and she gave me a form to fill out, she then gave me a hospital gown to wear and had me get up on the exam table with my feet in the stirrups. Ugh!

“It says here that you had your last period a week ago?” The nurse asked me. “When did you last have intercourse with your boyfriend?”

I admitted that I had no boyfriend yet, and that I was in fact still a virgin. Then she looked at my chart and claims that I needed a measles vaccine booster, since there had been a recent outbreak. She can take care of that right now while we wait for the doctor.

“Sure, why not?”

I don’t remember anything after that point. Apparently it was several hours later that I woke up surrounded by my family, everyone asking me if I was ok? I was still wearing the hospital gown, and I could tell that someone had done something down there, as it felt a bit slimy. I later realized it was probably some sort of lubricant, and that the nurse had apparently verified somehow that I was a virgin.

That nurse had intended to sell me to s*x traffickers, who would have then sold me on the same black market auction that they were planning to sell Tara on! So scary! And I was even more scared when Leo and Mike Mason snuck us into the auction in Amsterdam to try and rescue Tara. It was awful watching how Tara was forced onto that stage in almost no clothes at all, in front of at least 100 mostly disgusting perverted male wolves to be bid on as a breeder against her will. That very easily could have been me up there!

In fact, if Tara hadn’t been abducted before I had, Leo would not have known about the secret passage leading from the clinic to some derelict house. He would not have blocked off that tunnel nor left a trap for whomever used it. I would have disappeared without a trace, and I probably would have never seen my family again.

Well, that scared me straight! I lost pretty much any desire I previously had to have a boyfriend or lover outside of a mate bond. And I was careful not to let myself get into any sort of trouble… Until I suddenly found myself with multiple possible mates and running for help, of course. All of whom will want to get into my pants, from what both Laurel and Amy tell me. And as it turns out that Laurel is all for sampling the goods, I definitely need to be prepared.

Amy squeezes my hand while the doctor does a pelvic exam. Oh look, there’s a poster on the ceiling of a tropical paradise. I’d much rather be there right now, than here!

“Hmm,” the doctor says while taking a gander at me. “You appear to be intact. That makes the next part a little trickier. I do have a smaller speculum available that I can use, but I can’t guarantee not to break anything.”

“Is it necessary to do this?” I ask nervously.

“You can decline the Pap smear if you like, but I recommend having it done. It screens for cancer cells in your cervix,” the doctor replies.

“Just do your best.”

I mean, even if it breaks, I’m still “technically” a virgin since I’ve never had s*x. So I make myself a promise… if it breaks now, I’ll sample all the potential mates before I make my decision. If not, I’ll take that as a sign to save myself for that special someone that I’m about to choose.

I feel the doctor carefully insert a thin metal instrument into my v****a, which feels strange and unsettling to say the least. Then I can feel something tickling me deep inside. A moment later the instrument is sliding out of me, and it’s done.

“Aha, I did it!” The doctor crows jubilantly.

“Thank you, Doctor Hollingsworth,” Amy tells him. “You’re amazing as always!”

I’m not sure whether to be happy or disappointed, honestly.

Honey, you don’t know what you’re missing!

But at least now the doctor is willing to give me a prescription for a one year supply of birth control pills. Deep breath! Just because I will be diligently taking these pills every day, is not reason enough to allow these wolves to do whatever they want, whenever they want.

These pills, as the doctor so eloquently reminds me, are no defense against STD’s which are apparently on the rise. He suggests using other methods of birth control (while handing me a pack of condoms) until I’m in a monogamous mate bond and both me and my life partner have been tested.

I’m sure my face is darker than a beet by the time we head back to the palace, my pills and pack of condoms in a discreet white paper bag.

Why is everything to do with being an adult, either embarrassing, disgusting, or difficult in some way?

Oh, honey, it’s not all bad! You’ll see. And soon we will have a whole week to get under that handsome Scot’s kilt!

Hoo boy.