chapter 74

Unknown POV

She nodded curtly and moved towards the supply cabinet. As she busied herself, I watched the woman on the table, a strange mix of anticipation and boredom brewed in me. This experiment had once been of great interest to me, but at the moment, I didn't care. I wanted the war god girl. My cock stirred and hardened. Maybe I should take a visit to my pets in the basement. The power she promised was too tempting to ignore.

The serum was administered and the woman fell dead.

I scoffed and shoved her body off the table. She landed with a hard thud.

"Bring her. Now." The stooge left. Soon, I heard him dragging her with him. She was half-conscious, stumbling after him like a drunken doll. Blood and semen slid down her legs. I smirked, seeing her in the little white gown all my slaves wore. I grabbed her and dragged her to the table. I put her on the table, laughing to myself.

She'd been so docile that night. It was nice to have her just as docile now. The sterile lights of the lab seemed to intensify as I strapped the girl onto the cold stone slab. She whimpered, pulling weakly against the restraints. Her eyes, wide with terror, darted around the room, finally landing on me.

I licked my lips. "Don't get too excited. We can have more fun later."'

I chuckled. Fear filled her face and shame. It was delicious. I really hoped she wouldn't die. I could use another docile pet. The other was getting boring.

"Don't worry," I said, laughing at the way she wiggled. "This won't hurt a bit.... Just a lot."

I laughed. My assistant handed me the syringe and slipped off to a corner. She always watched. Her face turned bright red. She looked so turned on every time. If things were different, we'd have fucked the first time.

I climbed up on the table, drinking in the raw fear in the woman's eyes.

"Ready when you are, Alpha," she breathed, her voice warm and sultry.

I grinned, a thrill of anticipation coursing through me. Tonight was the culmination of years of research, of sleepless nights and relentless pursuit. Tonight, I would finally get a demi spirit of my own. With it, I'd be unstoppable.

With a practiced hand, I picked up a vial filled with a swirling crimson liquid. The demi-spirit serum. The girl on the table whimpered, her fear morphing into a desperate plea as I drew the liquid into the syringe.

"Please…" she rasped, her voice barely a whisper. "Don't do this."

I ignored her plea, though her plea was making it hard to keep my cock in my pants. She sounded so pretty when she pleaded. Her fear was burning me up.

I plunged the needle into her arm, her scream, raw and primal, echoed through the sterile confines of the lab. Before I could react, her body convulsed, a guttural growl ripping from her throat. With a strength that belied her restraints, she lurched up against the straps, but she fell back down. I heard bones breaking.

In a flash of movement that defied her state, she ripped her hand away from the slab. I caught her hand slammed it down and pulled out my cock.

"The potions," I said, shoving the girl's knees aside. She crossed the room to the table as I shoved my cock into the girl and groaned. I pushed her legs up, riding each convulsion as she screamed. I laughed and bit her calf hard enough bleed. This was my favorite part of the extraction attempts.

My assistant came back with all the vials, each filled with a different shimmering liquid.

One by one, with a practiced hand, my assistnat uncorked the vials and grabbed the girl's face. She held her head still and force the vial into her mouth and down her throat to make her swallow. I moaned as the girl thrust her hips against mine. A concoction of vibrant greens, fiery oranges, and deep purples flowed down her throat. Her skin started to shimmer beneath me.

My assistant bit her lip and gasped. The potions were made from rare herbs and imbued with potent magic. They would force the demi spirit out of her and into me.

The girl began to thrash against the restraints with renewed ferocity. Her eyes started to glow. The power was awakening within her, shimmering against the amber cuffs around her wrists. I fucked her harder, chasing the high of the power rippling through her and into me.

It was working. Ever convulsion drove me deeper into her pussy. Her screams, raw and primal, echoed through the sterile lab. Her puss clenched around me as she twisted around, trying to escape the pain.

It wouldn't be long. It couldn't be long.

The gurney groaned under the force of her convulsions. Cracks appeared in the restraining straps. With a final, earth-shattering scream, she ripped free. I shoved her down onto the stone slab, fucking her harder.

I heard my assistant panting nearby. I glanced and found her hand sneaking down to her pussy and smirked. If this worked, she'd be next. There was nothing like celebratory sex, and I wouldn't need her any longer anyway.

A primal energy crackled around the girl and that shimmering blue light started to surface.

It was time.

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Ari's POV

The world dissolved into a horrifying kaleidoscope of pain. The needle plunged into my arm felt like a red-hot poker searing its way to my bone. A guttural scream ripped from my throat, a raw, primal sound that surprised even me. My body shook and fear filled me.

Visions assaulted me. The sterile lab morphed into a twisted nightmare landscape. The woman's face and the man dissolved and swirled together, leering at me. My muscles burned, every fiber screaming in protest. The drugs they'd pumped into me felt like acid in my blood.

Panic, cold and suffocating, clawed at my throat.

My vision blurred, the edges of the lab turned into a swirling vortex of colors. With a final, earth-shattering scream that echoed in the very core of my being, I ripped free and everything went black.

I floated and fell through memories I didn't remember and didn't want to remember. A fever filled my head. Then, a new awareness started to grow. The world seemed sharper, the air crackling with unseen energy.

Then, I was back at that house, a child again, no older than six, strapped to a cold, unforgiving table. Konor and his wife hovered over me. Konor pried my mouth open and forced a vile-smelling concoction down my throat.

The memory flickered, fragmented and terrifying. Then it shattered, rearranged and dropped me back onto that bed where they made me service their friends.

The man who wanted me to call him alpha entered. Fear filled me. I knew what happened that night, at least I thought I had.

Then, I realized that I had forgotten what Gemma had told me that night.

We have cubs.

I felt sick as the realization hit me with the force of a physical blow.

This man wasn't just some random psycho. He was the father of my cubs.