Alle Kapitel von THE LYCAN KING’S SCARRED PRIZE: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

"I should have left you to rot in the ruins twenty years ago!" Dominic’s voice boomed through the sulfurous air of the ravine, a savage, predatory snarl that echoed off the jagged rock walls.He lunged forward, his massive, scarred hand wrapping around the front of my tattered silk dress, violently yanking me forward until my chest slammed into his bare, black-veined torso. His eyes were wide, flashing with a manic, unhinged fury that looked entirely real. "You are a curse, Elena! Every time I touch you, my kingdom burns, my wolf dies, and my people bleed! I don't want this bond! I don't want you!"My heart hammered against my ribs, the sting of his words slicing through me before I registered the subtle, frantic contraction of his jaw.He’s performing, the realization hit me through the haze of terror.Director Vance was listening. The corporate bastard was sitting in his sterile white tower, streaming our conscious thoughts and auditory data through the mutated, violet-black tether

The concrete floor felt like ice against my cheek, but the weight crushing my chest was hot, suffocating, and absolute.I couldn't breathe. The gravity-stasis field emitting from my cuffs had turned the air around me into liquid lead, pinning my limbs to the floor with thousands of pounds of artificial pressure. My ribs groaned under the strain. Every muscle in my body trembled, locked in a permanent, agonizing spasm."Careful with her when you lift her onto the gurney," Director Vance’s voice drifted down to me, completely detached, as if he were instructing movers handling a piece of expensive office furniture. He stood over me, slipping his silver plasma pistol back into his breast pocket. "The neural-tether indicates her genetic matrix is highly volatile. I want her brain intact. If she dies on the dissection table before we map the virus-suppression nodes, your lives are forfeit.""Understood, Director," a medic in a sterile hazmat suit replied, wheeling a stainless-steel table e

The emerald fog was sinking fast, rolling over the stagnant water like a blanket of glowing velvet. It burned my eyes, the bitter stench of chemical ozone scraping against the back of my throat. Every breath felt like inhaling tiny shards of heated glass, a stark warning that my human lungs were minutes away from liquefying under the corporate toxin.But I didn't look at the gas. I couldn't look away from him.Dominic lunged through the sludge, his movements stripped of all human grace, replaced by the terrifying, heavy symmetry of an apex machine. The water exploded around his thighs, black-veined skin pulsing with a violent, radioactive violet light beneath the shadows. His claws—now jagged, crystalline extensions of pure void energy—were raised to tear me apart."Elena, run! You stupid bitch, he’s going to gut you!" Malakai’s voice cracked from the darkness of the pipe behind me, a pathetic, handless prince suddenly terrified of the monster he had helped unleash.I didn't run. I di

The high-frequency vibration of the sonic net was liquefying my thoughts.A high-pitched, agonizing hum vibrated through the bones of my skull, blinding my eyes with a layer of static white noise. Every nerve in my body was misfiring, my muscles locked into a rigid, helpless paralysis against the wet concrete. Beneath me, Dominic let out a low, choked growl, his fingers twitching against the floorboards as the acoustic frequencies systematically short-circuited his Lycan nervous system."Careful with the extraction," Director Vance’s voice purred through the transport’s external speakers, sounding smooth, mechanical, and entirely victorious. He stepped out onto the metal ledge of the hover-transport, his pristine leather shoes gleaming in the floodlights. "Bag the Alpha King first. If he twitches, double the sonic voltage. As for the girl, prepare the neural dampeners. I don’t want her accessing that void pipeline again until she’s strapped to a dissection table in Section Seven.""Un

The world narrowed down to the rhythmic, soft hiss of the incubator's oxygen pump.Dominic’s radioactive violet eyes bled back into a wide, shocked brown as he stared through the clear, pulsing fluid of the glass tank. His massive, scarred hand hung frozen in the air, his claws slowly retracting until his trembling fingertips gently touched the glass."Elena..." his voice was a broken, breathless whisper that cracked under the immense weight of the revelation. "Her heartbeat. It's... it's echoing through the bond."I couldn't move. My hands were pressed against my stomach, my chest heaving as the truth tore through me like a physical blade. She had my dark hair. She had his strong jawline. And when those tiny, bottomless black eyes blinked at me through the violet liquid, a maternal instinct so ancient and fiercely violent awakened in my gut it nearly dropped me to my knees.Vance hadn't just experimented on us. He had harvested our genetic material during our months of captivity, fus