14

**THE HUMAN WORLD.**

**SCIENTIFIC WORLD. THE LAB.**

Three doctors with a mask enclosing their face stand beside a woman who's presently shackled to the bed, unclothed with her legs spread wide apart.

"Please, let me go,"

Silent wails fall from her lips, but to no avail. They only give her a look of fake pity before looking towards the door while two guards fight against a Feral wolf. One that's insanely hysterical and has given up all awareness of contemplation.

The doctors move away from the bed soon. They see the wolf stop struggling against the guard.

He sniffs the air from where he stands, the scent of the woman's arousal so high in the air that it gives him a bitterly rapid erection.

"Let him keep the door open."

One doctor says, and the guards let go of the wolf, opening the door, and with no other words being said—he pushes in, eyes trained on the woman that's chained to the bed.

"It worked," a doctor notes and the others nod along to his words as they watch the wolf make its way towards the woman like a predator who's eventually gotten hold of his prey.

"I guess it doesn't matter whether it's a human or a wolf. They would take anything they can have during their heat period. " Confusion oozes through the doctor's voice who watches as the wolf shreds the woman's clothes, a scream going off, and echoing around the room.

"Or this means we can mate a wolf to a human. We should call doctor Zion on this. "

And they all walk out of the room, leaving a feral aroused wolf with an equally aroused woman.

**THEODORE.**

I have never seen a woman as stubborn as Isberlt. Hell! I've seen no one as stubborn as her!

Threatening her, I thought it would make her give into my commands, and do as she's told—causing lesser troubles for both herself, and me altogether, but seemingly, I had been wrong.

She caused a scene and disrupted a gathering with thousands of eyes watching—both from home and afar.

I expected her to apologize when I had ordered her to, but again—she defied me. While being quite rebellious about it, too.

With anger that I'm trying so hard to control surging through me, I let out a command that my wolf disagrees with.

She needs to be taught a lesson. She needs to heed to my commands, and she needs to know when to keep her damn mouth shut.

I thought this is exactly what she needs, but as I watch her being hauled against her own will; disturbance grows in me.

As I watch Zack settle between her thighs and prepare to enact what I had requested—silent fury courses through my body. But this time it's not from me, it's from my wolf, who's trying to take control at the sight of having his mate pounced on.

This is what she needs. This is exactly what she needs.

I try to convince myself, and push Aztec—my wolf—back.

But the defeat and sadness I scent off her is all I need for my control string to break, and before I know what I'm doing, I order for a halt.

"Stop!"

The word comes out stronger than I had intended, which means Aztec is still trying to gain control.

The vicinity falls into silence as Zack moves from in between her thighs, turning to me with a confused expression on his face, silent questioning why I had ordered him to stop, but I give him no answer as my gaze falls back to Isberlt who's struggling to stand on her feet.

As I said, I have seen no one as stubborn as Isberlt.

After almost being displeased before everyone, she doesn't bend still.

She will not apologize like she's said. Worse, she screams as everyone watches her; anger, and bitterness coursing through each of them.

I watch as Andrew stalks towards her, and lifts her off her feet, his claws digging into her skin, and drawing blood from her.

The sight of her blood causes that bit of control to slip again. And Aztec gnaws at me as the second passes by.

"Andrew!"

I snarl, and the rest of the pack remains silent as Andrew looks towards me, with a feverish look on his face.

"Let. Go. Of. Her."

I tell him, lurking towards him with my arms crossed behind my back, and he raises his brows at me—questioning me.

"Theodore, this slave has been nothing but a pain in the fucking ass for all of us. Isn't it time for her to be punished?"

Control. Grip. Control. Grip. Control. Grip.

**Whether my mate gets punished or not, will be decided by me. Not the rest of you all!**

Aztec growls within me, and I take a deep breath, halting my movement to calm myself, and not react the same way Aztec is within me, before lifting my eyes to Andrew.

"Let go of her, Andrew. Right. Now."

He doesn't need to be told twice after that, and Aztec snarls as Andrew tosses her to the ground, a fierce look on his face.

I peek down at Isberlt with her hair covering her face, before looking back towards the crowd to see Eric flashing me a sly grin.

He's right. And the fucker knows it.

You can't resist her for long, you know? The harder you try to, the stronger the desire to have her gets.

Glancing back at her figure on the ground, with my wolf wanting nothing but to hold her in his arms—I shake those thoughts off my mind before looking back at Alpha Gael.

"I'm very sorry for what she did to your daughter, Gael. "

I tell him, and he peeks back at Isberlt before looking back at me, a curious look on his face, and I know exactly what he's thinking. I'll rather have him think otherwise.

"It seems like you're losing your touch, Theodore. "

He whispers, nodding back towards Isberlt, and I give him a small smile. "Enjoy the rest of your evening, Gael. We will see each other in the Head's room. "

Turning away from him, I turn towards the rest of the pack. "The party will go on."

Silence fills the air, and I know they are all questioning my decision to not have her punished within them, but they know better than to speak a word against it.

"I will have her taken to the dungeon."

Rio bows, moving towards her, but I grab hold of his shoulder—halting his movement with my gaze focused on an unconscious Isberlt.

"I will take care of it. You don't have to worry. "

"Alpha?"

He speaks, sounding so unsure, but I pay no attention to him as I stalk towards Isberlt, and lift her in my arms.

*The Alpha King!*

*Did he just take her in his arms? The Alpha?*

*I do not understand what's going on anymore. What's so special about that dirty little bitch?*

*Isn't she just a slave?*

*I don't think I've ever seen him this gentle towards a slave. Hell, towards his pack!*

**Except she's my mate.** Aztec growls.

"You heard me, Rio."

I seethe as I walk past him, and he bows—Aztec growling in satisfaction of having his mate so close to him.

**I love it.**

He growls, and I shake my head. But I can’t deny the fact that she smells so good.

Good enough to have me clutching her tighter to my chest, letting her head fall against me.