Chapter 35: Chapter 35

MYRA

The first thing Myra felt was a chill radiating throughout her body and a numb pain in her neck. The next thing she noticed was the dark void surrounding her. She was slightly confused, because she was sure her eyes were open.

Only then did she realize that there was a hood over her head, and it smelled horrendous.

The air inside the hood was saturated with a foul odor that burned her nose and eyes. It was like a mix of piss, shit, and rotting flesh.

By now, all her senses were slowly returning to her as she tried to remove the offensive material from her face. She rolled onto her back and yelped in pain. Her numb arms were tied tightly behind her back.

She then tried moving her legs, but they too were bound and sluggish. She was hog-tied and had been in a fixed position on the damp ground for a while.

~How…? Where…?~ she thought. The mental act of recalling her last memories was a drain on her system. She tried, but her memories were blurry and hazy.

However, the last thing she remembered was singing and dancing to a song on the radio while Leanne drove.

Leanne!

~“Leanne?”~ she called out in her mind, but no response came, just an unnerving silence that echoed through the link.

Myra’s breathing suddenly increased as panic settled in and raced through her body. It wasn’t the smelly hood or the fact that she had been abducted.

It was the fact that she couldn’t sense her animal spirit within her. Her vixen was uncharacteristically quiet. Too quiet. It felt like there wasn’t a second spirit with her at all.

In her panic to stir her vixen, she didn’t hear the door opening and closing, nor the echoing footsteps as someone entered the room. Her panic attack accelerated when she was grabbed by her upper arm and pulled to her feet.

It was hard for Myra to stand with both ankles tied together, but a fist slamming into her stomach caused her to double over in pain. She collapsed to her knees, coughing and groaning.

“Soon, my pet. Assuming my love doesn’t kill you first.”

Her abuser laughed and pulled the hood off her head. Myra looked up, wheezing from the blow to her stomach. She momentarily forgot about her pain as she gasped at the masked face gazing down at her.

Her fears that something had happened to her vixen were confirmed, because she couldn’t smell what he was, whether he was human or otherworldly.

He snapped his fingers, and two other men walked into the room, wheeling in a laptop. They set it up across from her and pressed some keys on the keyboard.

Soon, pants and groans echoed through the small room, and Myra’s eyes widened in horror as they locked on the images displayed on the screen.

“I’ve got to say, you would have made a great porn actress. The boys and I thoroughly enjoyed jerking off to your little show with the ~alpha~.” He almost spat at the word ~alpha~, as if it left a sour taste in his mouth.

Unfortunately, Myra couldn’t recognize his voice.

“Who—?” Myra started to ask, but he backhanded her across the cheek, knocking her to the ground. Myra’s ear began to ring, her cheek throbbed in pain, and she tasted blood in her mouth.

He roughly grabbed her by her hair. She could feel some strands painfully ripping from her scalp. He yanked her back up onto her knees and got right in her face.

“Who the fuck gave you permission to talk? In this place, you are ~not~ the omega. You are ~nobody~, just a whore and our new lab rat!” he yelled. If it wasn’t for the mask, her face would have been covered in his spit.

“It’s unfortunate your death has been promised to someone else. But no one said I couldn’t play with you first.”

Myra glanced up at him as he curled his hand into a fist and drew it back. As if in slow motion, she watched as he took a swing at her.

~Where’s my vixen?~ Myra thought as his fist connected with the side of her face and darkness consumed her.

***

Myra wasn’t sure how long she’d been unconscious, but her senses slowly returned to her, and she ached all over. The bastard didn’t care that his first strike had knocked her unconscious.

She cracked open her eyes, but the right one remained shut. “Shit, why am I not healing?” she groaned, trying to sit up, but it was difficult to do with her arms still tied behind her back.

She swished some saliva in her mouth, but she quickly spat it out when the metallic, rust-like taste of blood caused her to gag.

Her movements must have alerted someone, because the laptop sprang to life, and her moans and Sloan’s groans filled the room once again.

It was like a sick, twisted psychological torture game they were playing with her. The sounds from the device only reminded her of what she was losing.

Sloan’s love.

Uninhibited joy and happiness.

Their future.

And their baby!

Suddenly, she was aware of her stomach throbbing, letting her know that the bastard had kicked her while she was down.

~Fucking coward, beating up an unconscious woman~, she thought. ~Please little one, stay strong for Momma. Daddy will find us. He has to~, she hoped.

As soon as she sent a silent prayer into the universe, she heard some locks unclicking, and the door at the other end of the room opened.

Myra was feeling drained and weak, but she attempted to look up, and she immediately frowned in confusion.

She watched as the girl entered the room with a brown plastic container in her hands. Her head was down, and she didn’t make eye contact with Myra.

“St-Stacy…?” Myra croaked through her dry throat, and she immediately tried to clear it.

“Shut up!” the usually mild-mannered girl venomously snapped, still refusing to look at Myra.

Fearing being hit again, Myra did as she was instructed. Stacy slammed the plastic container down on the table next to the laptop. She glanced at the screen, and a look of disgust flashed across her face.

“Whore!” she muttered loud enough for Myra to hear. She tossed a dirty look at Myra before busying herself with the contents of the container.

~I was nice to this bitch, and she was~—Myra gasped. “You placed the cameras in our bedroom.”

“I said ~shut up~!” she screamed, abandoning the container to rush at Myra.

Myra tried to roll away, but there wasn’t much space for her to move. So she curled into a ball to protect her stomach.

“Look at you. Fucking pathetic! No wonder Sloan chose you as a mate. You’re both pathetic.”

“He’s your alpha,” Myra snapped back, defending her wolfman.

“He is ~not~ my fucking alpha. He’s a joke, just like you.”

Myra stared into Stacy’s eyes, and what she saw scared her to the core. The girl looked deranged and high on something. For a moment or two, they just stared at each other.

Stacy sniffled and roughly wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

~Don’t provoke her~, Myra told herself, and she broke eye contact first. Stacy scoffed and returned to her task.

Unfortunately, from her spot on the ground, Myra could only hear the clinking and clanking and the shuffling and ruffling of materials inside the container.

Stacy was muttering incoherently to herself, but it looked like she was arguing with someone. It was strange because she would only be able to link with someone from their pack.

Soon, another terrifying thought occurred to Myra. ~She’s not the only traitor from our pack.~

Stacy raised her hand and tested the syringe by squirting out some of the orange liquid housed in its cylinder.

“Soon we’ll have a show on our hands. The doctor said one more dose should do the trick.” The girl walked over to her, and Myra tried to wiggle away, but Stacy grabbed Myra’s aching shoulder.

Myra continued struggling, and Stacy backhanded her across the face. The stinging pain shocked Myra to her core, and Stacy took advantage of her hesitation.

She shoved the needle into Myra’s neck, depositing the mysterious liquid into her body.

The spot burned, and Myra felt the liquid race through her bloodstream, causing her body to convulse. Stacy pulled the syringe out and dropped Myra’s involuntarily shaking body to the ground.

A wide array of emotions and sensations overran Myra’s senses. Stacy laughed as she retreated from the room.

~Sloan~, Myra thought as tears welled up in her eyes. His face was the last image to run through her mind when her whole body suddenly went numb, and she sagged onto the ground, feeling boneless.

None of her body parts would respond to her desperate commands. Her arms and legs felt heavy and tingly. Only her eyes were able to move as they frantically looked around the room.

Myra tried opening her mouth, but nothing came out. Her terrified screams were stuck in her throat, refusing to come out of her unwilling mouth. She was a prisoner in her own body.

The doors to the room opened up, and two masked men walked in, wheeling in a steel gurney. They roughly lifted her off the ground and placed her on the hard, cold top.

They untied her legs to restrain them to the gurney’s side, then they repeated the act with her arms before wheeling her out of the room.

The effect of whatever drug Stacy had injected into her body was happening in waves. One moment, she was numb. The next moment, she shivered as if she had a fever.

However, she suddenly felt drowsy, and the movement of the gurney down the long, dimly lit hallway lulled her into an unwanted sleep. She tried to stay awake, but the drug was potent.

She vaguely recognized the glowing lights on the ceiling that seemed to come alive like little demonic fireballs.

Her head rolled to the side, but her eyes were becoming more and more unfocused. She could barely make out the metal-barred doors along the walls.

Voices started murmuring around her and echoed throughout the hallway, rousing her. A mix of wails, groans, and a heated debate swelled around her.

The heated debate turned out to be an argument, which grew louder and louder, though its subject was unclear to her. The buzzing voices immediately quieted when she was pushed into another brightly lit room.

“Well, well. What do we have here?” an annoying yet familiar voice laughed, but Myra’s eyes couldn’t stay open. “Fuck, Stacy. You gave her too much.”

“The doc said thirty-six ccs.”

“I said thirteen ccs for Leanne and six ccs for Myra,” another voice shouted from across her body. “That tranquilizer is patented to bring down a rhino and reengineered to be powerful enough to take down the alpha.”

“And baby, you promised me her death would be mine,” the voice cried, and she stomped her foot on the ground.

“Lizzie-pie, the doc will fix this. It’s all set up. The arena is already prepared for your challenge, and when she dies, you will automatically become the omega.

“Eventually, Sloan’s heart will give out from grief, and together we will rule this pack. Our spies within other packs will help destroy their ridiculous hierarchy, and this territory will be ours.”

A man babied the woman while spilling his plans.

Myra felt another injection in her neck, and she violently shook as the new drug started going through her system, replacing whatever was injected before.

~Sloan will burn this city to the ground first~, Myra thought briefly, but she was unable to continue fighting the darkness that was consuming her.

Some doors banged, and a commotion alerted the group.

“You dumb bitch! You didn’t inject Leanne!” the male voice growled, and a slap echoed through the room.

“~Brian, you little shit!~”

Myra heard Leanne’s angry voice growling just as she surrendered to unconsciousness.