Chapter Thirty-Four

**Myra**

The first thing Myra felt was a chill radiating throughout her body, then a numb pain in her neck. The next thing was the dark void surrounding her. She was slightly confused because her eyes were opened. At least, she thought so.

“*Why is it so dark?*”

Only then did she realize that there was a hood over her head, and it smelled horrendous.

“*What the fuck is that smell?*”

The air inside the hood was saturated with a foul odour which burnt her nose and eyes. It was a mix of piss, shit and rotting flesh. By now, all her senses were slowly returning to her. She tried to remove the offensive material from her face and rolled onto her back. She quickly yelped in pain. Her numb arms were tied tightly behind her back. She then tried moving her legs, but they, too, were bounded and sluggish. She was hogtied and in a fixed position on the damp ground for a while.

“*How… where?*” She thought. Myra tried, but her memories were blurry and hazy.

The mental act of recalling her last memories was a drain on her system. However, the last thing she remembered was singing and dancing to a song on the radio while Leanne drove - Leanne!

“*Leanne?*” She called out in her mind, but no response came. Just an unnerving stillness, echoing quietly through her link.

Myra’s breathing suddenly increased as panic settled in and raced through her body. It wasn’t the smelly hood or the fact that she was abducted, but the fact that she couldn’t sense her animal spirit within her. Her vixen was uncharacteristically quiet. Too quiet. It felt like there wasn’t a second spirit with her at all.

In her panic to stir her vixen, she didn’t hear a door opening and closing, nor the echoing footsteps as someone entered the room. Her panic attack accelerated when someone grabbed her upper arm and pulled her to her feet. It was hard for Myra to stand with both ankles tied together, but a fist slamming into her stomach caused her to double over in pain. She collapsed to her knees, coughing and groaning in pain.

“Soon, my pet… hoping my love doesn’t kill you first.”

Her abuser laughed and pulled the hood off her head. Myra looked up coughing from the blow to her stomach. She momentarily forgot about her pain as she gasped at the masked face gazing down at her. Her fears that something had happened to her vixen were confirmed because she couldn’t smell what he was, whether he was human or otherworldly.

He snapped his fingers, and two other men walked into the room, wheeling in a laptop. They set it up across from her and entered some keys on the keyboard. Soon, pants and groans echoed through the small room, and Myra’s eyes widen in horror as they locked on the images displayed on the screen.

“I’ve got to say… you would have made a great porn actress. The boys and I thoroughly enjoyed jerking off to your little show with the *Alpha.*” He almost spat at the word *Alpha* as if it left a sour taste in her mouth.

Unfortunately, Myra couldn’t recognize his voice.

“Who… argh!” Myra started to ask, but he backhanded her across the cheek, knocking her to the ground. Myra’s ear began to ring, her cheek throbbed in pain, and she tasted blood in her mouth.

He roughly grabbed her by her hair; she could feel some strands painfully ripping from her scalp. He wanked her back up onto her knees, getting right in her face. “Who the fuck gave you permission to talk? In this place, you are NOT the Omega… you are NOBODY… just a whore and our new lab rat!” He yelled in her face. If it wasn’t for the mask, her face would have been covered in his spit.

“Unfortunately, your death has been promised to someone else, but no one said I couldn’t play with you first.”

Myra glanced up to him as he curled his hand into a fist and drew it back. As if in slow motion, she watched as he took a swing towards her. “*Where’s my vixen?*” Myra thought as his fist connected with the side of her face, and darkness immediately consumed her.

* * *

Myra wasn’t sure how long she was unconscious, but her senses slowly returned to her, and she arched all over. The bastard didn’t care that his first strike knocked her unconscious. She cracked opened her eyes, but the right one remained shut. “*Shit, why am I not healing?*” She groaned, trying to sit up, but it was difficult as her arms were still tied behind her back. She swigged some saliva in her mouth and quickly spat it out because the metallic, rust-like taste of blood caused her to gag.

Her movements must have alerted someone because the laptop sprung to life and her moans and Sloan’s groans filled the room once again. It was like a sick, twisted psychological torture game they were playing with her. The sounds from the device only reminded her of what she was losing.

Sloan’s love.

Uninhibited joy and happiness.

Their future.

And their baby!

Suddenly, she was aware of her stomach throbbing, letting her know that the bastard kicked her while she was down. “*Fucking coward, beating up an unconscious woman.*” She thought, “*Please little one, stay strong for momma… daddy will find us… he has too.*” She hoped.

As soon as she sent a silent prayer into the universe, she heard some locks unclicking, and the door, at the other end of the room, opened. Myra felt drained and weak, but she attempted to look up, and she immediately frowned in confusion. She watched as the girl entered the room with a brown plastic container in her hands. Her head was down, and she didn’t make eye contact with Myra.

“St – Stacy…” Myra croaked through her dry throat, and she immediately tried to clear it.

“Shut up!” The usually mild-mannered girl venomously snapped, still refusing to look at Myra. Fearing being hit again, Myra did as instructed. Stacy slammed the plastic container down on the table next to the laptop. She glanced at the screen, and a look of disgust flashed across her face. “Whore!” She muttered loud enough for Myra to hear. She then tossed a dirty look at Myra before busying herself with the contents of the container.

“*I was nice to this bitch, and she was,*” Myra thought, then gasped, “You placed the cameras in our bedroom.”

“I said ‘SHUT UP’!” She screamed, abandoning the container to rush at Myra. Myra tried to roll away, but there wasn’t much space for her to move. So, she curled into a ball to protect her stomach. “Look at you… fucking pathetic! No wonder Sloan chose you as a mate. You’re both pathetic.”

“He’s your Alpha.” Myra snapped back, defending her wolfman.

“He is NOT my fucking Alpha… he’s a joke… just like you.”

Myra stared into Stacy’s eyes and what she saw scared her to the core. The girl looked deranged and high on something. For a moment or two, they just stared at each other. Stacy sniffled roughly wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

“*Don’t provoke her, Myra.*” Myra told herself, and she broke eye contact first. Stacy scuffed and returned to her task. Unfortunately, Myra couldn’t see inside the container. From her spot on the ground, she only heard the clinking and clanking of glass bottles.

Stacy was muttering incoherently to herself, but it looked like she was arguing with someone. It was strange because she could only link with someone from their pack.

Soon, another terrifying thought occurred to Myra, “*She’s not the only traitor from our pack.*”

Stacy raised her hand and tested the syringe by squirting out some of the orange liquid housed in its cylinder.

“Soon, we will have a show on our hands… the doctor said one more dose should do the trick.” She walked over to her, and Myra tried to wiggle away, but Stacy grabbed Myra’s aching shoulder. Myra continued struggling, causing Stacy to backhand her across the face. The stinging pain in her face shocked Myra to her core, and Stacy took advantage of her hesitation. She shoved the needle into Myra’s neck, depositing the mysterious liquid into her body.

The spot burned, and Myra felt the liquid race through her bloodstream, causing her body to convulse. Stacy pulled the syringe out and dropped Myra’s involuntary shaking body to the ground. A wide array of emotions and sensations overran Myra’s senses. Stacy laughed as she retreated from the room.

“*Sloan.*” Myra thought as tears welled up in her eyes. His face was the last image to run through her mind when her whole body suddenly went numb, and she sagged onto the ground, feeling boneless. None of her body parts would respond to her desperate commands; her arms and legs felt heavy and tingly. Only her eyes were able to move as they frantically looked about the room. Myra tried opening her mouth, but nothing came out. Her terrified screams were stuck in her throat, refusing to come out of her unwilling mouth. She was a prisoner of her own mind.

The doors to the room opened up, and two masked men walked in, wheeling in a steel bed gurney. Then they roughly lifted her off the ground and placed her on the hard, cold top. They untied her legs to restrain them to the gurney’s side; then, they repeated the act to her arms before wheeling her out of the room.

Whatever drug Stacy had injected into her body was happening in waves. One moment, she was numb. Then the next moment, she shivered as if she had a fever. However, she suddenly felt drowsy, and the movement of the gurney down the long, dimly lit hallway lulled her into an unwanted sleep. She tried to stay awake, but the drug was potent. She vaguely recognized the glowing lights on the ceiling that seemed to come alive like little demonic fireballs. Her head rolled to the side, but her eyes were becoming more and more unfocused. She could barely make out the metal-barred doors along the walls.

Voices started murmuring around her and echoed throughout the hallway, roused her; a mix of wails, groans and a heated debate swelled around her. The heated conversation turned out to be an argument, which grew louder and louder, though its subject was unclear to her. The buzzing voices immediately quieted when she was pushed into another brightly lit room.

“Well, well… what do we have here?” an annoying yet familiar voice laughed, but Myra’s eyes couldn’t stay open. “Fuck Stacy, you gave her too much.”

“The doc said thirty-six ccs.”

“I said thirteen ccs for Leanne and six ccs for Myra.” Another voice shouted from across her body. “That tranquillizer is patented to bring down a rhino and re-engineered to be powerful enough to take down the Alpha.”

“And baby… you promised me her death would be mine.” The voice cried, and she stomped her foot on the ground.

“Lizzie-pie, the doc will fix this… It’s all set up. The arena is prepared for your challenge. When she dies, you will automatically become the Omega. Eventually, Sloan’s heart will give out from grief, and together we will rule this pack. Our spies within other packs will help destroy their ridiculous hierarchy, and this territory will be ours.” A man babied the woman which spilling his plans.

Myra felt another injection in her neck, and she violently shook as the new drug started going through her system, replacing whatever injection Stacy gave to her.

“*Sloan will burn this city to the ground first.*” Myra thought briefly, but she was unable to continue fighting the darkness that was consuming her. Some doors banged, and a commotion alerted the group.

“You dumb bitch!!! You didn’t inject Leanne!” The male voice growled, and a slap echoed through the room.

“BRIAN, YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Myra heard Leanne’s angry voice growled just as she surrendered to the unconsciousness threatening to engulf her.