The door opened again, and the bitch pushed forward a metal tray loaded with various tools, including latex gloves and a huge syringe filled with a neon green liquid. The syringe was so large and artificially colored that it looked straight out of one of Ryker’s morning cartoons and would have been comical if not for the fact that it was surely about to be used on me.
Both my wolf and I were tired of being experimented on. Our patience for it had grown thin, and we wanted to get the fuck out of here. Deep claw marks scattered the walls, evidence of the wolf's many escape attempts.
They had brought me to this room daily to test their new sedatives. It was always the same; they would wheel in that huge fucking needle, filled with neon liquids of all different colors, and tell me to drop my pants.
Well, almost the same; the bed was new.
Once they had administered the shot to the muscle of my ass, they would remove all the furniture and equipment before throwing a pair of underwear into the room and locking the door. One-way glass lined the wall, so I’m sure they all gathered on the other side to watch me scramble for the underwear like the feral creature I had become, as my body broke apart, gruesomely contorting into my wolf. The underwear was always damp in the crotch, and the omega’s scent filled the space with tortuous honey and vanilla perfume, enticing the beast out of the deepest place within me and forcing my body to shift violently.
I’m sure they all were oohing and awing behind the glass, recording me like a zoo animal and scribbling down notes on those fucking clipboards. My wolf wanted to slaughter them all, escape this room, and find our omega. It lunged at the glass, powerfully throwing its weight into the mirror, hoping it would shatter, but it never did. The beast would spend hours clawing at the walls and howling, repeating over and over, “Mate.”
It had one urge, one singular focus: to find our omega, mark and fuck her.
When I finally could recall it and force the shift back to my human form, I had little energy left, my body pushed past theverge of pain and exhaustion. My muscles ached, the wolf clawed from inside, and my dick’s knot remained swollen from the scent of our omega’s arousal.
My pain and longing for her made me so horny I often pleasured myself afterward. I’m sure the science geeks were all shocked by the pornographic display and my inability to control my sexual urges, but I could care-less about what they thought.
Voyeurism wasn’t my kink; pain and degradation were, although being watched jacking-off behind the glass didn’t bother me much. As a shifter, I had felt like a zoo animal being watched behind glass my whole life, so it was relatively normal at this point.
Dr. Zolkos didn’t bother saying anything, just made a circular motion with his pointer, showing that I should turn around. He slipped on the gloves and prepped the syringe. I turned, exposing my ass muscle by dropping my pants, and waited for the needle. When it broke my skin, its sharp burn shot straight to my dick, making me semi-hard from the small amount of pain.
I was losing control and needed to get out of here.
“Are you sleeping any better Lieutenant?” Zolkos questioned as I refastened my belt and sat on the bed’s edge.
I hadn’t been sleeping much. I wasn’t sure if it was the medications they were testing on me, or just my wolf’s constant, restless stirring. Night after night, I would lie awake for hours, as my thoughts circled endlessly around Rowan.
And when sleep finally came, it never stayed long. The nightmares would drag me under, dark and suffocating, only to tear me awake moments later. I’d shoot up in bed, panting, heart slamming in my chest.
The images slipped away the second my eyes opened, but the raw, hollow, feeling lingered. I couldn’t recall the details, only that Rowan was always present. A flash of her red hair bright in the darkness, floating like smoke, just out of reach. And my wolf’s clawed hand, stretching for her.
“Not really,” I said as he made a note on his stupid clipboard.
“I believe based on our adjustments to the formula and previous trials, that we have finally produced a working and viable sedative that will only affect your wolf and allow you to have complete control over it.”
“Great news. Throw some panties in here so I can smell them and be on my way. I’m done with this. My wolf is done with it too. I want to talk to Cade,” I said firmly, unable to keep the growl from my voice.
“What a coincidence, Captain Cade is here, just outside of this room. He is about to come in now to speak with you, and then we will run one last test. Once it’s complete, you can be on your way, Lieutenant Grayson. Is that amenable to you?” He responded emotionlessly, eyeing me with those beady little eyes.
My wolf wanted to do things to this man that would scar a witness for life.
It wanted to roll in his blood and rip his limbs off with its serrated teeth.
“Sound’s good, Doc,” I said flatly, despite violence and wrath bubbling beneath the surface.
I had to put my mask back into place, needing to regain control of my wolf and my impulses.
He left the room, taking his chair and the medical tray with him, so I was alone again with just the bed. I still wasn’t sure whyit was in here. I laid back on it, staring at the ceiling, rubbing my ass muscle, which was sore from the shot, until a click of the door opening told me Cade was in the room now.
“Hey man. How are you doing?” he asked, eyeing me warily.
“Good, Cade, but I need to get the fuck out of here. I’m done with this. You told me I would not be a lab rat anymore. I thought I wasn’t ever going to do this again. Why the fuck did you send me here!?” I asked, jumping off the bed and pacing back and forth, running my fingers through my silver undercut.
“I know what I promised; you don’t have to remind me. But you almost killed a nurse, Talon! You could have hurt Rowan. You tried to fuck her shifted. She was a virgin, for Christ’s sake! You needed this, I’m sorry,” he said, rubbing his temples and continuing, “I didn’t want to send you here. I know it feels like a betrayal after what you have been through, but I had no other choice! I need to make sure you can control yourself and that she is safe. You know that.”
My rationality returned with his reasoning and the sedative now working its way through my body.
He was right. I had almost killed that nurse, and I could have seriously hurt Rowan. My wolf needed to be controlled. It demanded that I mark and mate our omega. I couldn’t satisfy its hunger until I fucked and bit her. This sedative was my only chance of doing that without the wolf shifting and taking control. I knew how dangerous that would be.