《MATED TO MY BULLIES 》全部章節：第 81 章 - 第 90 章

Maya POV Kira dropped Number Seven's corpse and turned to face Numbers Nine and Twelve. They circled her like wolves, looking for an opening. Number Nine lunged first, moving with impossible speed. Kira sidestepped, grabbed Nine's twisted spine, and slammed her into the stone wall. The impact cracked the stone. Nine's body left a crater. Number Twelve tried to attack from behind. Kira spun, caught Twelve's clawed hands, and twisted. Bones snapped like dry branches. Twelve screamed, a sound that wasn't quite human or wolf. "You're all so slow," Kira said conversationally. "So predictable. Project Apex built you from my genetic template but you're just shadows. Copies. Nothing like the original." She drove her knee into Twelve's face, shattering the hybrid's jaw. Black blood sprayed. Twelve collapsed, choking. Number Nine recovered and charged again. This time Kira didn't dodge. She met the attack head on, catching Nine in a crushing grip. Her hands glowed faintly, a silver light p

Maya's POV The connection burns through my mind like wildfire. I'm not in the dungeon anymore. I'm somewhere else. Somewhere cold and clinical and wrong. I'm inside Kira's head. The memories hit me in waves. A baby floating in green liquid, eyes open but unseeing. Machines beeping. Scientists in white coats taking notes. No mother's touch. No father's voice. Just the hum of equipment and the scratch of pens on clipboards. "Subject Three shows remarkable stability," a voice says. Male. Clinical. "Neural pathways are developing faster than projected." The scene shifts. I'm seven years old, standing in a white room. A wolf lies dead at my feet. My first kill. Blood on my small hands. A scientist nods approvingly. "Good, Kira. Now touch it. Take what it has." My hand reaches out. The power flows into me. It feels like swallowing lightning. I want to scream but I don't. I never scream. Screaming means punishment. Another shift. I'm twelve. Twenty dead wolves behind me. Their teeth ha

Maya's POV The room spins around me. My father. Here. Leading Project Apex. "That's impossible," I hear myself say. "He's just a drunk. A failed accountant. He barely understood pack politics, let alone genetic engineering." But even as I say it, I know it's a lie I've been telling myself for years. The pieces were always there. I just never wanted to see them. The way he watched me after my first transformation. Not with fear or disgust. With scientific interest. The questions he asked about how it felt, what I could sense, whether I could control it. Questions that seemed like concern but were really data collection. The colleagues who sometimes visited late at night. Men and women in nondescript clothing who never gave their full names. I thought they were drinking buddies. What if they were researchers? The times he disappeared for days and came back with money we desperately needed. Money he claimed came from gambling wins. What if it came from somewhere else? "Maya." Alexe

Maya's POV I wake to the sound of humming. Not human humming. Machinery. A constant, low vibration that comes from everywhere and nowhere at once. Like the building itself is alive and breathing. My eyes open slowly. Everything is white. Bright white walls. White ceiling. White floors. The kind of sterile cleanliness that smells like chemicals and antiseptic. I'm lying on a metal bench. No, not a bench. An examination table. Cold against my back even through the thin medical gown someone dressed me in while I was unconscious. My clothes are gone. The zip ties are gone too. But I still can't feel my enhanced abilities. The dampener is still active. Still keeping me human and weak. I sit up carefully. My head spins but I force myself to focus. I'm in a cell. The walls are reinforced plexiglass. Transparent. I can see out into a corridor that stretches in both directions, lined with identical cells. Each one contains a person. Enhanced wolves. Some are sitting. Some are pacing. Some

Maya's POV Rick leads me down another corridor. The soldiers keep their grip on my arms but I barely notice anymore. I'm numb. Drowning in the enormity of what he just told me. They're going to kill us. All of us. Harvest our genetic material and use it to create enhanced humans. We were never anything but raw materials to them. "I know it's difficult to process," Rick says, mistaking my silence for awe instead of horror. "Thirty years of work. Hundreds of millions in funding. All leading to this moment. You should feel honored, Maya. Your suffering had purpose." "My suffering made you a monster," I whisper. Rick stops walking. He turns to look at me, and for the first time I see something like genuine emotion in his eyes. Disappointment. "I hoped you would understand," he says quietly. "You're intelligent. Logical when you're not being emotional. I thought you'd see the bigger picture. See that individual sacrifice for collective advancement is the foundation of all progre