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***THE HUMAN WORLD. THE SCIENTIFIC WORLD; THE LAB.***

Doctor Zion stands behind the glass door with doctor Shelly at his left side, and a woman with a file at his right side; a smirk crossing over his face as he watches the Alpha male thrust in the woman imprisoned beneath him, who in turn unleashes a cry.

The whiff of their arousal lingers so high in the air as the Alpha male inhales the woman's neck, arms wrapping tightly around her hands, and pinning it above her.

"This is fucking great! I guess they can have a human as their mate after all!"

He exclaims as they watch the Alpha male pulls back; his cock hardened and throbbing before plunging back into the woman's similar wet core.

"We did some tests on the woman, and there are some strange observations from her DNA." Doctor Shelly says, bringing Zion's attention from the mating before them, to him.

Doctor Zion lifts his brows, crossing his arms against his chest, "There are special cells in her DNA, and it's not positively similar to Isberlt's, so we can't call her a wolf. But she isn't wholly human either. "

Their attention is turned back at the sound of the woman's scream going off, and doctor Zion rubs a finger against his chin; a smirk crossing over his features, "We have another supernatural creature at our disposal?" He says with a smug smile, beaming brightly at the woman beside him. "We should find just exactly who she is then."

He nods towards doctor Shelly who responds with a smile, before they both look onward as the Alpha wraps his hand around the woman's throat, lifting one of her legs to flip her to the side, and growling in satisfaction at the pleasure that courses through his body.

***ISBERLT.***

"Do not make a sound, or you'll regret it. "

My body shiver at the familiarity of the voice, and fear creep through my body as my heart whizzes wildly; body trembling in tension.

He's here again. Peter.

"I told you I'm not done with you," He laughs behind me, pressing his body against mine; his hardened cock pressed against my ass, and I quiver at the contact; irritated beyond words. "And I see you have another mission up your sleeves. Alpha Eric, uh? I knew you were nothing, but a slut."

He chuckles, and anger courses through my veins at the vulgar words.

Taking in a slow breath, I sink my teeth into the flesh of his palms, and he moans as he pulls away from me.

I try to make a run for it, only to be yanked back, and I'm met with a furious wolf with nothing but murder reflecting in his eyes.

"Fucking bitch! You are going to fucking regret that!"

He growls, and grab a fistful of my hair, pulling me towards the darkroom.

"Fucking let go of me, you fucking bastard!"

I scream at him. Wrong choice of words. He lets go of my hair, and toss me forward; I fall against the floor, using my hands to balance, and straining it in the process— a loud moan slipping through my parted lips at the pain that shoots across my body.

"Getting punished at the moonball party didn't teach you enough lesson, I see. I'm going to make sure you learn. "

My eyes go wide as he stalks towards me like a huge panther; lust the only emotion shining through his dark orbs.

He smirks as he starts to lean towards me, forcefully spreading my legs wide apart, and my leg shoots out in defence; making an impact against his chin.

His head jerks back from the force, and when he looks back at me— the skin is bright red; a bruise forming.

"Fucking whore!" He spats, and raise his hand; striking me hard across the face— my head jerking back from the collision.

"You either spread your legs politely for me like the fucking whore you are, or get punished to do it. " He utters, and I snap my head back to him; my glare matching his scowl as I say, "Not in your wildest dreams, coward!" I spat in his face, knowing full well the consequences of my action, but not giving a fuck about it.

If he's going to rape me then he can as well put the effort into it. There's no fucking way I'll spread my legs for this bástard, or cease to fight against him.

"You don't learn, do you?" He laughs, swiping his palm down his face as he grabs hold of my thighs, and settle between my thighs.

"Fucking coward! Why not do this where everyone can see you? Why not try to fuck me before the pack? Why? Because you're a fucking weakling!"

The fear that streams through me has no constraint over the words that topple off my lips at the anger that blotches in me.

"Why?" He smirks, grabbing hold of my head once again, and forcing a whimper out of me. He cranes my neck to the back, forcing my head up, and I hiss as his lips meet with my neck; the skin just above my collar. "That's because," He drawls, his other hand settling on my thighs, and lifting my dress, despite my struggle. "I enjoy having my whore in my privacy, and not before everyone's gazes? Why, Isberlt? Are you that much of a whore that you're willing to spread your wide little pussy before everyone for me to fuck?" He smirks, knowing very well that the words will annoy me, and I grit my teeth at him.

"You'll never get that wide little pussy!" I seethe, and he chuckles before bringing his hand between the space between us, pointing his forefinger towards my core with a smug smile on his face. "I'm only seconds from doing that if I want, and trust me— I want it. And I will get it. I will take my time with you to fuck that little mouth of yours, and when I'm done; you'll be begging me to do the same to your pussy. "

His hand caresses my neck, moving over the bandage, and the collar that rests against my skin, before he wraps his hand around my throat; finger forcing my lips open.

"I will report this. " I threaten, blinking back to stop the tears that urge to fall.

"And you'll be putting innocent Evelyn's life in danger, won't you? You'll be losing a friend, won't you?"

His lips melt against the other side of my neck, and my heart aches at his words.

I'll be putting Heather's daughter in danger, and she will never be the same to me. All those affections, and concerns— everything will be gone.

His hand drags to the opening between our bodies, and his finger roams down my inner thighs, while I bite down my lips to cease the sobs that threaten to slip through.

He pulls the dress further up, and his finger trails over the thin material of my pant, before rubbing against my clad core, and my body shivers in response.

"That's it, " He groans in my ear, his lips biting into my earlobe while he continues his slow trails against my clad core.

"Don't worry; I'll get you wet in no time. " He chuckles, shifting my pant to the side, and trailing his forefinger over my clit; pinching the flesh.

"Please, " I whimper, shutting my eyes as irritation claws up my skin; shockwaves bursting through me.

"It's too early to start begging, Isberlt. Have a little more patience, we need to get you ready."

He coos, and words can't gauge the bitterness that surge through me.

Feeling ashamed, and remembering the fact that I'm no weak woman. I will not bend to their wills.

I promised myself; I will never bend to their wills.

Gathering the little strength I have within me; I raise my knee, and jerk it against his crotch.

He pulls back instantly, hissing as he grabs hold of his cock before raising a death glare to meet my glare, but before he can grab hold of my hair, or say anything— I jerk my knee against his chin, the collision sending bursts of discomfort through my body.

When he jerks backwards, I'm quick to get on my knees, and make a run towards the exit with Peter trailing behind me.

"Fucking bitch! You're going to regret this!"

He growls behind me, and my heart pounds with each step that I take; my heart leaping.

"Oh, God!"

I cry as I bump into a rock hard chest, my heart pounding as I raise my gaze to meet Rio's.

"Isberlt? Are you okay?"

Rio grabs hold of my hands, and I jump back into his embrace without thinking; the tears that I've been trying so fucking hard to hold finally rolling down my cheeks.

Rio wraps one hand around my waist, pressing me against his chest with the other hand stroking my hair as I soak his chest with my tears.

"What happened? Are you okay? Talk to me. "

He whispers, and I shake my head, pulling away from him to be met with a frightened figure of Peter who halts on his steps at the sight of Rio.

"Peter?"

Rio looks from Peter to me, back to Peter, then me again, and anger crosses over his face at the realization of what's going on.

"The fuck did you do?"

He growls, lunging towards Peter, and grabbing him by his throat; tossing him— his body colliding against the wall.

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