All Chapters of MATED TO MY BULLIES : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"Why?" I demand. "Why do you need an army?" Rick's expression shifts. Becomes calculating. "Because the world is changing, Maya. Resources are becoming scarce. Climate change is creating new conflicts. Terrorism is evolving. Humanity needs protection. I need advancement. Enhanced humans will be that protection. They'll be soldiers, yes. But also doctors with perfect precision and tireless energy. Scientists who can work for days without sleep. Engineers who can build with supernatural strength and accuracy." He gestures broadly. "We're not just creating weapons. We're creating the next generation of humanity. Better in every way. And it all starts with the genetic material we harvest from enhanced wolves." "From us," I say numbly. "You're going to kill us to make them." "I'm going to use you to save humanity," Rick corrects. "Your DNA contains the blueprints for abilities humans have dreamed of for millennia. Superhuman strength. Accelerated healing. Enhanced senses. All encode

"Sir, that will kill her." "That's acceptable," Rick replies without hesitation. "We only need her alive long enough to reach seventy percent extraction. After that, the data will be complete enough to work with. Speed is more important than her survival at this point." He increases the extraction rate himself. The machines hum louder. The blue light in the tubes intensifies. Elena's roar becomes a shriek of pure agony. Her body thrashes so violently the operating table itself starts to shake. Metal groans. Bolts strain. And then, impossibly, her transformation stabilizes. The random mutations stop spreading. Her body settles into a new form. Not quite human. Not quite a wolf. Not quite anything I've ever seen. She's a horrifying fusion of species, covered in fur and scales and armor plating, with limbs that look like they belong to different creatures entirely. But she's conscious. Those reptilian eyes are clear and focused. Fixed on Rick with hatred that burns like acid.

"The implant," the woman says urgently. "Did it work? Did dying reset it?" Nathan pulls out a scanner. Run it over my head. Watch the readout. "Yes. The neural implant registered complete system shutdown. Death. It's reset to factory default. They can't track her anymore. Not until it recalibrates, which takes at least twelve hours." "Twelve hours," the woman repeats. "That's our window. That's when Seraphina attacks." "Who are you?" I managed to croak. My voice sounds like gravel. The woman leans into view. She's maybe thirty. Dark hair. Cold eyes. Wearing a Project Apex uniform. "Victoria's sister. Dr. Chen. I've been embedded here for six months, feeding information to Seraphina. Waiting for the right moment to act." "Why?" I ask. "Why help us?" Dr. Chen's expression hardens. "Because Project Apex took my daughter three years ago. Told me she was being moved to a better facility. Better care for her enhancement. I believed them." Her voice cracks. "They harvested her two w

"If I go back weak, I'll fail. I can't fight Rick's soldiers without my abilities. I can't protect anyone." "Maybe you'll find strength you never knew existed. Or maybe you'll fail and die trying." She shrugged. "But at least you'll die human, not the monster they created." The wolves watching us had grown silent, waiting for my decision. I looked at each of their faces, memorizing them. "If I choose life," I said slowly, "I choose to carry what I've done. All of it." "Yes," my spirit self confirmed. "Every life you take will leave a scar on your soul. You'll feel their deaths every single day. Their faces will haunt your dreams. Their final moments will replay in quiet moments. Can you bear that weight, Maya? Can you live with the guilt of what you've become?" I thought about the easy path. Staying here, letting the gray swallow me, finally resting. No more pain, no more responsibility, no more crushing weight of all my failures. Then I thought about Rick's face as he prep

POV: Zara The headache started as a whisper behind my eyes. Then it became a scream. I doubled over on the cold floor of my cell, hands pressed against my temples. Something was wrong. Not just wrong in the facility, wrong in the world. Like reality itself had torn open and something that shouldn't exist was bleeding through. My telepathic abilities had always been a curse disguised as a gift. Hearing everyone's thoughts, feeling their emotions like they were my own, never having a moment of true silence in my mind. But this was different. These weren't thoughts or emotions. This was something vast waking up after a very long sleep. I forced myself to breathe, to focus. My cell was ten feet by ten feet, concrete walls reinforced with silver to dampen abilities. A metal bed bolted to the floor. A toilet. Nothing else. They'd stripped me down to basics after capturing us, taking everything that could be used as a weapon. But they couldn't take my mind. I closed my eyes and re