****************************************LABORATORY: UNKNOWN LOCATION.****************************************"Just how much of the damn drug did you inject in the woman? She has been unconscious for hours." Cronus grumbled begrudgingly at Onaries.They stood atop the stairs, staring down at the human female lying down behind the large confiding space which has a floor to ceiling heavy metal bars separating her from the rest of them. The bars were made of heavy irons coated in rhodium, specifically installed to hold a male like the Alpha King captive."I could not risk her waking up during the journey. Besides, she was not supposed to be asleep this long." Onaries stated.Cronus glared at him, "I hope you did not give her a dosage meant for a changeling?""Do not be ridiculous. She would already be dead.""Where are the damn humans anyway?" Cronus asked, looking around for them."The doctor is aboveground in one of his lab-rooms getting the things he needs for his experiments ready.

Cronus stopped in front of her and crouched down. Claws were unsheathed from his fingers, and he ripped her clothes off in one swift move. "Leave me alone," Ismena cried out. Her hands grabbed hold of her gown, holding it to her body to keep the garment from sliding to the ground. "We can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way, female. I don't mind the hard way," he smirked, "I love me some claws. I'll take so much pleasure in declawing you. " He reached for her hands. Ismena panicked and bit his arm so hard that she drew blood. Cronus hissed and slapped her hard across the face. Ismena saw stars. Her ears rang, and tears overfilled her eyes, spilling down her cheeks. He gripped her cheeks, forcing her to meet his eyes, "You are gonna be a good girl, or I will really roughen you up, human.""I don't want your disgusting hands on me!" She screamed to his face, the pain from his slap reverberating in her body."You make it sound like you have a choice," he smirked again

Two hours later, Cronus was still fuming about what happened down the underground. He sat sullenly in one of the labs, glaring at the crack in the otherwise perfect color of the white wall of the room.Impatience was killing him. He had been here for almost twenty-four hours, and his body was literally crawling with impatience. The worst part was that they won't allow him to have some fun. He had been so excited about being included in the production of the drugs, the bullets that were made with the Segillaria Leaves he handed in that he didn't really care much about their plans because he was sure of the end game; The death of Wolfaraine. Damn he should have paid more attention when they were planning this shitty plan of theirs.So, their plan is for him to stay like this for the next three days, bored out of his mind and lusting after a human female who he apparently can't have—one who might even die from the drugs she'll be injected with before the Alpha King gets her—doing nothi

"Her body rejected the damn drug. She has been convulsing for hours." Dr. Beloca snapped, glaring at his colleague.Dr. Gideon's lips pursed together, staring at the prison cell. Their subject was puking all over the place. Again. "Obviously, MD4 does not agree with her. Maybe you should try the Zerolyte?" Dr. Gideon suggested."Can't. Zerolyte is supposed to work with MD4." Dr. Beloca glanced at his wristwatch impatiently, "I have to wait for at least three more hours before we try ClomidSH. We injected her three hours ago, but she didn't keep it down long enough for the damn thing to actually settle in before her body rejected it. This is frustrating, really."Dr. Gideon narrowed his head thoughtfully, "Did you check her for pregnancy when she was first brought in?" Dr. Beloca waved him off, "Those animals can smell pregnancy. They said she wasn't pregnant, and I believe them." He paused, "Besides if she was, she'll not only be puking, but she'll be bleeding all over the place whe

Alphose hated seeing an older man or an infant cry, especially if he cannot do anything to take the pain away. He stood there helplessly, with Degar, watching Alfred sob like a child. They'd told the older man everything, from the tales of the Wild Psychopath down to the part the traitor played in his daughter's disappearance. It wasn't easy to tell her father, but they'd had no other choice.The man wiped his tears with the back of his hand, trying to get a hold of himself. Alphose extended him a white handkerchief which he took gratefully. "I failed her. I swore to her that I would always protect her... I vowed to myself that she would never go back to that hellhole again." He sniffled, "I failed her.""Don't blame yourself, Alfred. You are recovering from a near-death experience. It was not your fault. We are the people that failed her. She was in our land, our home. This was in a home that was supposed to be the safest place in the world before she was kidnapped. So if anyone is