Mighty Med Vs Lab Rats Part 2 소설 & 이야기

It was like nothing happened. The elevator doors slid open and we stepped into a large laboratory filled with people in white lab coats. “Maximus was really busy,” I murmured as looked around. I saw creatures, both grotesque and terrifying in tubes of different sizes filled with chemicals of different colours. I saw a half human and half wolf in one large tube. I walked closer and saw that its eyes were closed. It eyes flew open and I saw only pure, unadulterated and primal rage. I knew that this was a killing machine with no moral or conscience.

That was when I knew what they’d done. They’d started the fire with the wolfsbane, the plant that made them sick so they wouldn’t be able to attack. Their howls were now sorrowful purrs that stabbed at my heart like a million knives, causing a sharp pain in my chest. Zander stuck by my side, purring, and continuously rubbing his fur in me.

I groaned angrily banging my table. “How does my ranking have to do with us?” he asked me. “As the highest Alpha female there is, my pack forbids that I become mate with a low-ranked wolf like you, you’re an omega, There’s no difference between you and a common maid or helper. How do you expect an Alpha to be mate with someone who is supposed to serve her. See listen to me, make everything easier here and reject me as your mate!” I groaned furiously with my voice as cold as Ice.

Now, all we could do was dig deeper. The next day, I met Kyle outside the lab. The air was cooler now, and the moon was beginning to climb. The scent of pine and earth grounded me as we stepped inside the facility. The scientist, Dr. Medrin, greeted us at the door, the shadows under his eyes more pronounced than usual. “I ran every test you asked,” he said. “Twice. And the results are… strange.” He led us to the analysis room. A screen on the wall displayed magnified blood cells, but something was off. I leaned closer.

“It’s not that they don’t want to be mates to humans or they are disgusted by us or something. The Alter is the only way to truly complete the mate bond. It’s where you both are one.” “What do you mean?” Nadia smiled at the fact that Cheyenne was actually interested. “It’s hard to explain. Being a mated wolf is so much more different than being a married human. Your emotions are off the rails. Love, hate, anger, joy, frustration, jealousy.” “So what I get out of this Alter is unbalanced hormones?” Cheyenne frowned. Nadia couldn’t help but laugh. “No, it’s not that.” “Well how’d you make the decision to change? Why?”

Even if Micheal had rushed after him to give him support as his Beta, Micheal was seriously wounded and his mate was now with him and tending to his wound. He changed back to his human form and took the shorts that the doctor handed to him and nodded his head in consent for her to get his wound treated. The wound on his chest was a deep gash from where a rogue wolf had clawed at him and he winced when the woman dabbed it with cotton wool to clean up the blood.

The truth was out in the open, and it was crystal clear who was responsible for our ordeal. **** While passing Mr. Miller's office, I overheard him engaged in a phone conversation with someone working for him. Curiosity piqued, I discreetly lingered outside the door to catch a snippet of their discussion. "You mentioned progress in our research," Mr. Miller inquired eagerly. "Can you be more specific?" The voice on the other end of the line responded, "Indeed, sir. One of our latest formulas has resulted in some remarkable findings. It made our laboratory rats live three to four times longer than the average lifespan."

Vamoire protested. Maridelle smirked. “You know what? You are slowing us.” Vamoire raised her eyebrow. She felt insulted, but she knows Maridelle is trying to say something. She let her speak. “I mean there is a faster way to make the war more chaotic.” She grinned. Maridelle pranced toward the monster caged at the corner of the laboratory. It is huge and bulky and his physiognomy is terribly grotesque. But she could feel the potential on its muscles bearing too much unused strength.

The metallic tang in the air intensified, sickly sweet and nauseating. He lifted the flaps. This time, I didn't close my eyes. I couldn't. The sight that greeted me was even more gruesome than the day before. The box was again filled with dead rats. But this time, they weren’t just dead. They were mangled. Some had been stabbed repeatedly, small, dark wounds marring their fur, still oozing fresh blood. Their tiny limbs were contorted at unnatural angles. And the worst part, the part that made my stomach lurch violently, was that some of them were still twitching. Their bodies spasmed feebly, their eyes glazed over, indicating they had been killed only moments ago.

“Mercy is out in the forest searching for a safe place to which to transplant them all. We really don’t know what else to do with them. It’s plant them, and hope for the best.” “Have you seen Meguitte?” “Yes,” Verina pointed further down the hallway, already turning back to her task. The laboratory where Sigrid normally found Meguitte was in tatters, knee-deep in rotting vegetation. Further down the hallway, however, an open door revealed a more orderly space, and Meguitte and Connery busy within. “Meguitte,” Sigrid said from the threshold.