All Chapters of Claiming Camille: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"General, I have the reports you requested." "Send them to me and I will take a look at them in the morning." "Yes, sir." Jag waited until the white light on his intercom module died out before releasing a tired sigh and pushed himself out of his seat behind his desk. His body was stiff from the hours of sitting and going over reports or attending conference calls. He had been at it since 6am and it was now closing in on midnight. This had to be the fourth time this week that he had to put in these kinds of hours and he was starting to really miss being on duty with the rest of his unit. He had always preferred patrolling to the administrative side of his role as battalion General and unit commander. Just as he lumbered his way towards the bathroo

According to records, Isis was a goddess worshipped in ancient Egypt. She was worshipped as being the goddess of fertility (among other things) so when the gene that made human subjects compatible with Draygonians was identified and a test was developed to help identify it, scientists nicknamed it the Isis gene. It wasn't a particularly new find. In fact, this particular piece of hereditary data already had a name but it was one no one cared for, especially when naming the gene after a goddess associated with fertility sold more headlines. So was the birth of the Isis gene.This gene didn't live in everyone though. Only females had it and even then, not all females were born with it. However it was this gene that could save the existence of Draygonians. The women with the gene were responsive to a Draygonian male's pheromones but more interestingly, it wa

"So what are we going to do?" Kal asked as he continued to pace.  Trying to get through the rest of the day after meeting Emma had been torturous. It had been a surprise for all three Draygonians to find their female but to find that they all had a female had been a bit of a shock. They had known it was possible. Those who were compatible with each other tended to be drawn to each other in one way or another. The fact they had all become best friends and seemed to know what the others were thinking only backed that up. Still, it had left them all a little surprised when they had come across the blonde haired female.  On Draygon it wasn’t uncommon for females to have multiple partners. It didn’t always happen and usually it was two or three males. Jag’s mother had only one partner, his father. However Sid&r

It was closing in on midnight when Camille finally found herself outside of the Ark and the apartment building. Before she had even escaped the studio, Camille felt awful for blowing up at Charlotte in the way that she did. Charlotte wasn't doing any of the things Camille had accused her of. In fact, Charlotte was just being a good friend and Camille had overreacted. So, wracked with guilt for not only blowing up at Charlotte but also for a whole list of other reasons, Camille had gone for a walk. Around her central Manhattan was buzzing with life in the same ways it was portrayed in movies. Yellow cabs were bumper to tail as the traffic on the roads were virtually static. The lit up signs of various businesses hung proudly over the sidewalk as thousands of people went about their lives. People headed to dinner or stood outside of bodegas smoking cigarettes, the soft rumble of a train passing underneath joined the chaotic tune of the city.Camille walked for hours, her eyes taking in

"I told you he was a dick." "I know." Camille sighed, picking at the hem of her sleeves. "If I had known it was his office I would have been quicker about getting out of there.""You learn from your mistakes." Charlotte shrugged and finished applying the dark reddish brown lipstick to her lips. "Now, how do I look?" It was Friday night and Charlotte hadn't let Camille forget for one minute that they were going out. The pink haired girl hadn't stopped regaling Camille with stories from nights at the Silver Dollar (or the watering hole as it was affectionately called). Camille would be lying if she said that she held the same level of enthusiasm as her best friend but the more she was around Charlotte's excited energy, the more it rubbed off on her until she wasn't so petrified of the situation. Before Camille could say no, she found herself in a long sleeved black number made of crushed velvet and barely made it half way down her shapely legs. It reminded a little too much of the gar