LOGINHe fell to his knees.Edmund moved to him. Put a hand on his shoulder."I know," Edmund said quietly. "I know how much this hurts. I know how desperate it feels. But Archer, listen to me. In six hours, the reconnaissance team is going to confirm the location. In six hours, we're going to know exactly where she is. In six hours, we move.""Six hours," Archer repeated. "That's another extraction. That's another session of her lying on that medical bed while they drain her. That's another...""I know," Edmund interrupted gently. "But six hours of waiting beats a month of searching blind. Six hours of waiting beats her being moved to a different facility. Six hours of waiting beats us losing her forever."He helped Archer to his feet."Go clean yourself up," Edmund said. "Go rest. When you wake up, we'll have confirmation. And then we go to war."***He showered in scalding water.Watched his blood wash down the drain. Watched the injuries on his knuckles begin to heal as his supernatural
Archer's POV - The Training Room The training room was empty.Good.Archer didn't want witnesses. Didn't want anyone seeing what was about to happen. Didn't want anyone watching as the youngest Alpha King lost his mind completely.He stood in the center of the sparring ring, his entire body vibrating with power barely contained.His black eyes were completely feral now. Completely devoid of human rationality. Just pure predatory rage looking for an outlet.He could feel her.Through the bond, he could feel Melina lying in a dark room somewhere in eastern Oregon. Could feel her consciousness drifting in and out of sedation. Could feel the Strain responding inside her as her body tried to compensate for the blood loss.Could feel her terror.And he was powerless to help her.Archer roared.The sound tore from his throat with such intensity that it shook the walls of the training room. Made the windows rattle. Made the entire foundation of the estate vibrate with the force of his rage.
He didn't wait for an answer."They're extracting her blood," Archer continued, his voice breaking slightly. "Daily extractions. She told us about the test with Father. One drop made him scream. Three drops would kill him. And they're extracting milliliters. That's approximately infinity drops of her blood. Per session. Per day till she dies."He was pacing now. Moving like a caged predator. Like a man on the very edge of sanity."She's terrified," Archer said. His voice was barely a whisper now. "I can feel it through the bond. She's lying in the dark in some facility and she's terrified and she's thinking about us and she's wondering if we're coming and we're just...we're just looking at maps."Aiden stood up."Archer," he said, his voice cutting through the rage. "I understand what you're feeling. I feel it too. But losing control doesn't help her. Rushing doesn't help her. The only thing that helps her is us being clear-headed enough to plan an extraction that actually works.""Ho
Melina felt her consciousness beginning to slip."Twenty-eight more to go," Wells said as the darkness took her. "You'll survive this. Your body is strong. And we need you alive for at least thirty extractions. After that, your value as a living specimen diminishes. But until then, you're one of the most precious resources we possess."Melina felt the darkness closing in.And she slipped under.***The second collection bag was placed into the centrifuge.Dr. Sarah monitored the process.The cells were separating. The Strain-active material was being isolated from the human cellular detritus.Sarah pulled up a comparison analysis on her computer.Day 1 extraction: 99.8% Strain concentrationDay 2 extraction: 99.9% Strain concentrationThe concentration was increasing with each extraction.Sarah ran the numbers forward.If the trend continued, they would achieve 100% pure Strain by extraction eight or nine. At that point, every milliliter of blood would be pure genetic weapon.She calc
The door opened.Dr. Wells entered with her two medical assistants. Both carrying equipment. Both moving with the efficiency of people who'd done this before."Good morning, Melina," Wells said cheerfully. Like they were greeting an old friend rather than a captive. "How are you feeling?"Melina didn't answer.She turned her head away.Wells seemed unbothered by the silence."You'll experience significant weakness for the first few extractions," Wells said, preparing the extraction apparatus with practiced efficiency. "Your body will need time to adjust to the systematic blood loss. By extraction five or six, you'll have adapted. The weakness will diminish. The dizziness will pass. And by extraction fifteen, you'll barely notice the physical symptoms at all."She approached with a blood pressure cuff."We need to establish your recovery baseline," Wells explained as she took Melina's vitals. "Your body has had approximately sixteen hours to compensate for yesterday's extraction. Let's
Immediately, Melina felt her blood beginning to flow. Felt it being drawn out of her body through the tube that connected her arm to the extraction apparatus.The collection bag began to fill with dark red liquid."There we go," Wells said, watching the flow with satisfaction. "Beautiful. The Strain is responding perfectly. The blood is flowing at optimal rate. You're exactly as potent as we predicted."Melina felt the weakness beginning immediately.Not dramatic. Not sudden. But a gradual loss of strength. A gradual feeling of her vital force being drained away.She could feel the Strain responding inside her. Could feel it trying to compensate. Trying to produce more blood to replace what was being removed.But it couldn't keep up.The extraction was happening faster than her body could replenish."How are you feeling?" Wells asked, maintaining a casual conversational tone. "Any nausea? Any dizziness?""You're a monster," Melina whispered. "You're all monsters.""We're scientists,"
Melina's POVShe woke up slowly.Body aching. Sore everywhere. Between her legs. Her hips. Her shoulders where Archer had bitten her.The memories crashed back.The collapse. The desperation. The way she'd helped all three of them through the night. The positions. The intensity. The absolute necess
Archer groaned from the floor.He was the worst. Still on the floor. Barely conscious.She went to him. Dropped to her knees beside him."Archer. Archer look at me."He couldn't. His eyes were closed. His breathing shallow.Terror shot through her. "Archer please...."She stripped him. Pulled off h
Melina's POVThey collapsed.All three of them. Simultaneously.Melina screamed.Ran to Alaric first. He was closest. Slumped in his chair. Head back. Eyes closed. Breathing shallow."Alaric....Alaric please...."She touched his face. He was burning up. Fever so high she could feel the heat radiati
Hours LaterMelina lay in Alaric's bed staring at the ceiling.He was beside her. Not touching. Just there.She'd spent the last four hours processing. Pacing. Demanding more answers. Getting some. Not believing most of them.Mates. Fated bonds. Supernatural curses.It sounded like a fantasy novel.







