LOGINMOONLESS’ POV.
“His blood pressure is dropping.” “Then slow down.” “We can’t. The results need to be obtained tonight.” My eyes widened at their words, but I couldn’t understand what they were talking about. All I knew was that my wrists were locked above my head, my legs were restrained against the metal poles beneath me, and another syringe was waiting to be pushed into my skin. “Please, you can’t do that again.” My voice trembled as I struggled against the heavy steel cuffs. My body was already exhausted from whatever they had done to me before, and every movement made the restraints bite deeper into my skin. Three scientists—one female and two males—stood a few steps away, dressed in white lab coats. Each of them held a syringe. My stomach twisted. “It hurts. Please.” Spit gathered at the corners of my mouth as my breathing became uneven. I stared at the syringe in the hand of the scientist closest to me. If he injected me again, it would be the fourth session since I had been brought here. I couldn’t take another one. “Please…” The scientist didn’t even care. He stepped forward and pushed the needle into my skin. Pain exploded through my body. “Arrghhh!” My back arched violently as I screamed, my fingers curling into tight fists. Before I could recover, the other two scientists moved closer. Another needle pierced my skin. Then another. The third scientist deliberately pushed his needle in slower than the others, and a blinding white light flashed across my vision. My body jerked against the restraints. Something inside me felt as though it were being rearranged. My muscles and bones protested against a change my body had never agreed to. I squeezed my eyes shut as the pain burned through my veins. “Keep quiet.” The only female scientist’s voice was cold as she pressed down harder on the syringe. Another scream tore from my throat. “Please, stop this!” My entire body shook as the chains rattled loudly against the metal poles. “That’s enough.” The first scientist finally gave the order. The other two immediately pulled the syringes from my skin. I gasped for air, my head falling forward as my hair covered my face. My entire body throbbed with every beat of my heart. Even breathing hurts. My ribs ached from struggling against the restraints, and my throat felt raw from screaming. “Go test his blood again,” the first scientist ordered. “We need to be sure. This omega’s compatibility rate could not be that high, even when he has no scent or wolf.” “Yes.” The third scientist turned around, and the female scientist followed him. Their footsteps echoed across the concrete floor until the sound faded beyond the steel door. I finally raised my head toward the remaining scientist. “I’m exhausted,” I whispered. “Why are you doing this to me? W-What do you want from me?” The scientist looked at me without a trace of sympathy. “I want nothing from you. I’m just following orders.” He said, turning toward the door. “Enjoy your stay here, just like the others.” His hand reached for the handle before he paused. “Or maybe you won’t even make it out of here alive.” The steel door slammed shut behind him. Silence returned. I lowered my head, staring at the floor beneath me. Why me? What had I done to deserve this? I closed my eyes, but the darkness only made Tyler’s voice louder inside my head. ‘Jeddy is better than you.’ ‘Mia has more value than you.’ ‘You should be grateful I even let you stay.’ A bitter smile pulled at my lips. Perhaps Tyler had finally gotten what he wanted. One less disappointment living under his roof. No one would have even noticed that I was missing. That thought hurt more than the chains around my wrists. My eyes burned as tears gathered in them. Can I just die already? I rested my head against the cold wall, my breathing slowly becoming steadier despite the ache running through my body. Eventually, exhaustion won before I slipped into an uneasy sleep. ~~~~~ The sharp scrape of metal against metal slowly pulled me from my uneasy sleep. My eyelids fluttered open, and for a moment, I remained disoriented, struggling to remember where I was. Then the restraints around my wrists rattled as I instinctively tried to move, and the memory came rushing back. Heavy footsteps approached from the other side of the door before coming to a stop. A brief silence followed, then the unmistakable sound of several pairs of boots shifting against the floor made my stomach tighten. The steel door slid open, and three armed guards entered the room. They moved to either side, leaving a clear path between them as I stared toward the opening. A shadow appeared first before a tall figure stepped inside. Every movement was calm and intentional, as though he had complete control over everything happening around him. An iron mask covered most of his face, catching the faint light inside the cell. Then his scent reached me. An Alpha. My entire body stiffened. I didn’t know who he was, but something about his presence made every instinct inside me scream that I was in even greater danger. The masked man stopped directly in front of me. I lowered my head, trembling despite my attempt to remain still. He said nothing for several seconds before a gloved finger slipped beneath my chin and lifted my face. I froze. His eyes moved slowly across my face, studying my eyes, my skin, even the pulse beating rapidly beneath my neck. He wasn’t looking at me like a person. He was examining me like I was something useful that could be discarded once it was no longer needed, yet his gaze lingered on my face for a moment longer than necessary. I instinctively tried to pull away. “Please…” My voice shook. “Let me go.” “I can’t.” He said, his voice booming under the mask. My heart pounded harder. “W-What do you want from me?” For a moment, he said nothing. Then a faint smile appeared beneath the edge of the iron mask. “You’ll find out soon enough.” His gloved finger slowly left my chin. “My favorite experiment.”THIRD PERSON’S POV.Cedric's eyes narrowed. Victor's lips pressed into a flat, bloodless line. Roland looked away. Sylvia did not blink.They all never wanted Rhys to become Luna. But after what they’ve done before and failed, they had better keep mute at this time. However, a new plan had been put in place to bring Rhys’ down. Further up, Lucian smiled warmly and dipped his head. Helena and Beatrice exchanged bright, pleased looks. Elias leaned over and murmured something to Gareth, and both men nodded. In the front row, Elara pressed her fingers to her lips. Riven placed a steadying hand over hers.Remus bounced in his seat so hard he nearly slid off.“Daddy!” he whispered, in a voice that sent waves across half the hall.Rhys's mouth twitched. He did not break stride.He reached the foot of the steps and stopped.Elder Orion looked at Brayden. “Alpha King, descend and receive your Luna.”For a moment, Brayden did not move.Then he rose. The black cape swept behind him, and every
THIRD PERSON’S POV.The Grand Hall of Crownfang Palace had never looked so alive as sunlight spilled through the tall arched windows in long, golden columns, striking the polished black marble floor until it shone like still water. White and gold banners hung from the vaulted ceiling, each embroidered with the pack's crest, a silver wolf beneath a crescent moon. Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead. Along the aisle, tall vases overflowed with white lilies and pale roses, their sweet perfume weaving through the smell of beeswax and burning cedar.At the far end of the hall, three broad steps led up to a raised platform of white stone. Two high-backed seats waited upon it, one carved from black oak and trimmed in gold, the other slightly smaller, set a little to its right. Below them, at the very edge of the lowest step, stood a third seat, small and cushioned, its arms carved into tiny wolf heads.Murmurs rolled through the room like waves.The ministers filed in by rank, their ce
RHYS’ POV.The words had barely left my mouth when Brayden's tip slid into the heat of my hole—a long, merciless stretch of his cock opening me one thick inch at a time. My spine bowed off the leather. My mouth fell open around a sound that wasn't quite a moan, more the noise a man makes when someone hands him water after a week in a desert.“Fuck,” Brayden breathed.He stopped when he was fully seated, his forehead dropped against mine, his breath hot and ragged on my lips. For one suspended moment, we simply stayed there, joined.Then he began to move slowly, deep drag out, then a smooth glide back in, and the angle hit something inside me that turned the whole room white at the edges. I clawed at his shoulders. “Alpha!”“There it is.”He swung one leg over my thigh and straddled it, shifting my hips to the side. My right leg was bent high, my heel digging into the cushion; my left slid off the edge of the sofa and hung there, useless. He caught both my wrists in one big hand an
RHYS’ POV.The leather arm of the sofa was cold against my stomach. The rest of me was not.I was folded over it with my knees sunk into the cushion, my robe hiked up my back, my briefs shoved halfway down my thighs. My ass was out in the open air like a confession, and the handprint Brayden had left on it throbbed in time with my pulse.Behind me, I heard him drop to his knees on the rug.“Hold still,” he said, in the low voice of a man opening a very expensive bottle. “I’m cataloguing you.”“You’re what?”“You’ve got a freckle on your left cheek that I would have missed in the dark last night.” A rough fingertip landed on it, light as a signature. “Unforgivable.”“I hate that you’re a king who talks like this.”“Noted. Spread your knees.”I followed his instruction, because apparently my knees had stopped consulting me.His breath touched the inside of my thigh first. Then his mouth slowly, a kiss laid right where the skin was thinnest.I moaned, biting my lower lip. Was this what
BRAYDEN’S POV.Both my palms, with full grip, cupped Rhys’ ass through the thin robe and squeezed slowly, the way you weigh fruit you have already decided to buy. He folded into my chest with a moan so soft it sounded embarrassed to exist.“Brayden.” His breath hit my collarbone.“Mm.”“My heat is muzzled right now. You’re supposed to stay calm.” He tried to sound stern. He failed spectacularly, because his fingers were still twisted in my shirt. “We have a ceremony in two hours.”“Two hours,” I said, kneading him again, “is a very generous amount of time.”“It is not...”I tipped his chin up and kissed the rest of that sentence out of him.My tongue slid past his teeth and found his. He tasted like herbs, warm broth and something underneath that I couldn’t name. Under the haze of the pill, his scent had gone quiet. But the longer I held his mouth, the more it crept out, thread by thread, curling around my wrists, my throat, the back of my neck.{There it is.} That bastard, Grey, soun
RHYS’ POV. I gave Brayden a long drawn-out stare before I turned around to grab a cup of water from the table. I dropped a pill of the suppressant he had given me in my mouth. Instantly, I almost vomited as I imagined that those same lips had kissed Brayden with affection and might have given him a blowjob. Why can’t I remember anything that happened? Did I actually begged to be fucked? “What’s wrong? The pills aren’t going to make you cum.” Brayden said, raising an eyebrow. I let out a deep sigh. I gulped down some water to flush the pill down my throat. For a few seconds, nothing happened. I just stared at the wall while Brayden moved backward. “I can’t keep on going crazy,” he whispered. The air in the room seemed to settle, like someone turning a radio down without switching it off. The sweetness thinned from a storm to a drizzle. My skin was still warm, but the fever behind my eyes eased. “Three to five hours,” I murmured. “Enough for the ceremony.” “Enough







