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For a moment, something almost like sympathy crosses Reid's face.
"Your cooperation is noted and appreciated, Dr. Baldwin. But theoretical knowledge isn't enough. We need empirical data from actual specimens."
He turns to the technicians.
“Increase monitoring to every fifteen minutes. Alert me to any major changes in her condition.”
They nod silently as Reid looks back at me one final time.
"Your real usefulness will begin once the babies are born, and we can study how your body produces offspring with multiple fathers. The genetic combinations alone could unlock dozens of new research paths." His eyes gleam like a child with candy. "Beassured, Dr. Baldwin, you're making history here. Whether you want to or not."
The door hisses shut behind them, leaving me alone with the beeping monitors, the dripping IV, and the terrifying knowledge that my children might be born into the hands of a monster who sees them only as specimens to be dissected and weaponized.
I pull against the restraints until my wrists are raw, but they don't budge. The drug in my system makes my head spin and my stomach roll.
"I'm so sorry," I whisper to them. "I'll find a way out. I promise I'll protect you."
Chapter 17 - Onyx
I've never wanted to kill someone as badly as I want to kill Reid right now.
I pace the length of Evan's office, my boots wearing a path in the expensive carpet. My wolf claws at my insides, demanding freedom, demanding blood, and for once, we're in perfect agreement.
Someone took our mate. Someone drugged her, carried her through a hidden door, and vanished with her into thin air. Someone is going to die for that.
Leo stands by the window, his usual calm demeanor cracked wide open. His fingers tap against his service weapon, and his eyes track every movement outside like he's hunting prey. Axl is sprawled in an armchair, but the casual pose is a lie. I can smell the rage rolling off him in waves.
"This waiting is bullshit," I growl, slamming my fist against the wall. The plaster cracks, adding another dent to the collection I've left today. "We should be out there looking for her."
"And where exactly would we start?" Leo asks, not turning from the window. "We have no leads, no trail to follow."
"Anywhere is better than sitting on our asses while she's…" I can't finish the sentence. My mind fills with images of Dahlia strapped to a table, scared and alone. Fucking hell. I don't even want to imagine it.
"Evan will be back soon," Axl says. "Hammond must know something about Reid's operation."
"Hammond is a sadistic piece of shit," I spit. "You think he'll help us? He'd rather see us suffer."
"Evan can be persuasive," Leo reminds me.
The door opens, and we all turn like wolves, scenting prey. Evan walks in, and I barely recognize him. His perfectly tailored suit is rumpled, his hair disheveled. Dark circles shadow his eyes, and a muscle ticks in his jaw. He looks like a man who's gone to hell and back.
"What did you get?" I demand, not bothering with pleasantries.
Evan walks to his desk, bracing his hands against the polished wood. "It's worse than we thought."
“According to Hammond, Reid has been planning this for years, and the facility is very complex.”
"And Dahlia?" Axl asks, "What does he... what will he do to her?"
Evan clenches his fists so tightly, his veins look like they might pop. "He wants to accelerate her pregnancy. Extract the babies early for study. Then... use her to breed more test subjects."
The room temperature seems to drop by twenty degrees. My wolf surges so close to the surface that I feel my teeth sharpen.
"Where is this place?" I demand. "I'll tear it apart with my bare hands."
"Northwest Montana, near the Canadian border," Evan says. "It's an old missile silo complex that's been converted. Hammond called it 'Site R.'"
Leo pulls out his phone, typing rapidly. "I'm pulling up satellite imagery now."
