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Chapter twenty seven

Author: Joan E.
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The first hints of dawn cut through the smoke-streaked sky, painting the city in shades of blood and ash. From our perch in the safe house, I could see the remnants of destruction stretching into the horizon, shattered streets, ruined buildings, and distant patrols that moved with unrelenting precision. The council’s forces had escalated, and every moment of quiet was an illusion, a fragile calm that could shatter at any second. Damian stood near the rooftop edge, muscles taut, eyes scanning ev
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  • Breed me Raw, Alpha    Chapter thirty Eight

    Genesis did not announce escalation. They never did. Escalation arrived disguised as concern, wrapped in protocol updates and soothing language, slipped into routine so smoothly that only someone already watching for fractures would notice the pressure change. I noticed. It began with sleep. Or rather, the lack of it. The lights dimmed as usual, the ambient sounds shifted into their programmed lull, and my body lay still on the narrow bed, but my mind refused to follow. The hum beneath the walls felt louder tonight. More insistent. Like the building itself was awake, alert, bracing. The twins rolled slowly inside me, their movements heavier now, deliberate. They weren’t panicking. They were responding. I pressed my palm to my stomach and breathed through the unease. “This place is changing,” I whispered. “Feel it?” Another roll. A firm kick. Yes. They felt it. At precisely two-thirteen in the morning, the system glitched. Just for a second. The hum dropped. The lights flickered. My mo

  • Breed me Raw, Alpha    Chapter thirty seven

    Genesis learned to speak to me in incentives. Not rewards, those implied generosity. Incentives were transactional. Conditional. They were how systems trained behavior without ever admitting they were doing it. Day seventeen of observation, they loosened my schedule. Ten extra minutes in the exercise atrium. A wider food selection. One unsupervised shower per cycle, though cameras still tracked vitals through the walls. It was subtle enough that someone less alert might mistake it for kindness. I didn’t. I catalogued every change. Logged the timing. Noted who authorized it and who pretended not to notice. Compliance yielded comfort. Resistance yielded consequences. They were building a map inside my head and hoping I wouldn’t realize I was doing the same to them. The atrium was the closest thing Genesis had to mercy. A circular room with a simulated sky projected overhead, cycling through gentle blues and soft clouds meant to regulate circadian rhythms. Plants grew along the edges, re

  • Breed me Raw, Alpha    Chapter thirty six

    The first thing Genesis took from me was time. Not in the dramatic way people imagine, no clocks ripped from walls, no endless darkness meant to erase days. They did it gently. Methodically. By making every hour identical. Lights brightened at six. Nutrient checks at six-thirty. Observation scans at seven. Silence from eight until noon, broken only by soft-voiced attendants who never met my eyes. Lunch precisely calibrated to fetal development. Rest periods enforced, not suggested. Movement tracked. Thoughts monitored through questions disguised as concern. “How are you feeling today, Selena?” The same way I felt yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that. Like a specimen that had learned how to breathe. They called this wing Sanctuary. A word chosen carefully, like everything else Genesis touched. Sanctuary implied safety. Protection. Care. It implied I should be grateful. But sanctuaries didn’t need cameras behind the walls. They didn’t need glass ceilings that darkened

  • Breed me Raw, Alpha    Chapter thirty five

    Observation didn’t begin with needles or restraints. It began with silence. They moved me at dawn, the hour Genesis preferred for transitions. Less resistance. Less attention. The corridors were washed in pale light, the kind that made everything look clean even when it wasn’t. I walked between two escorts who never touched me, never spoke, never looked directly at my face. To them, I was already an abstraction, Subject Vessel, Phase-B Carrier, Asset Pending Review. The observation wing was buried deeper than the living quarters. No windows. No curved walls. Everything straight, sharp, precise. This was where illusion ended and intention showed its teeth. The room they placed me in was white. Not soft white. Surgical white. A narrow bed. A transparent wall facing a control room filled with shadowed silhouettes. Machines hummed gently around me, monitoring breath, pulse, uterine activity, hormone fluctuations. They dressed it up with calming sounds and neutral scents, but my body knew

  • Breed me Raw, Alpha    Chapter thirty four

    I learned very quickly that captivity didn’t always come with chains. Sometimes it came with silk sheets, soundproof walls, and the illusion of choice. The room they kept me in now was nothing like the pit, nothing like the steel corridors soaked in blood and panic. This place was quiet in a way that pressed against my ears. Soft lighting. A bed too large for one person. Walls curved instead of straight, like the inside of a shell. No visible cameras, though I knew better than to believe that. Genesis never wasted space. Or eyes. I sat on the edge of the bed with my hands folded in my lap, breathing slowly, counting each inhale the way the Council therapist had taught me weeks ago. In for four. Hold for two. Out for six. They liked control dressed up as care. The twins shifted inside me, subtle but constant now. A reminder that my body was no longer just mine, and that it never truly had been. Every movement I made was logged. Every hormone spike tracked. Every nightmare analyzed. I w

  • Breed me Raw, Alpha    Chapter thirty three

    They taught obedience like it was kindness. Not with whips or threats or locked doors, but with routines. With gentle voices and predictable days. With the slow erosion of choice until compliance felt like rest. The council understood something fundamental about control: people fought cages they could see, but adapted to ones that looked like care. I woke every morning to the same soft chime. Lights warmed gradually, mimicking sunrise. The air shifted temperature by half a degree, calibrated to my comfort. My schedule appeared on the wall without me asking. Wellness check. Nutrition window. Movement allowance. Rest cycle. Nothing forced. Nothing demanded. I followed it anyway. Because every deviation was noted. Because every refusal earned concern, not punishment. Concern that came with longer evaluations, closer monitoring, more people asking questions while pretending not to interrogate me. So I learned the shape of obedience. I learned how much to give and where to stop. Dr. Kovač

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