The Alpha's Breeder

Chapter 110

Chewing on my bottom lip, cold sweat dripped down the side of my face and to the column of my throat.

I stood stalk still and waited for the inevitable.

As they approached, they kept their defenses up with muscles tightly coiled and a gun aimed at my face.

They acted as if I was a threat to them if not properly detained.

Smart.

"Keep the little b.i.t.c.h alive. Those scientists want her for their experiment," the leader, with the gla.s.s eye, warningly said. "They don"t want damaged goods."

At his words, my blood ran cold.

Experiment.

I was their next experiment.

What did I expect? Why else would the hunters come for me?

A bitter sarcastic smile graced my lips while angry tears tipped my lashes at the thought of my own demise.

The word feels cold and barren, yet so accurate of my upcoming future once the scientists were done with me.

At this point, I already realize how pointless fighting them would be.

I could do more damage than good if I anger them, and that would not be good for me or my babies.

The risk is far too high for me to attempt anything stupid.

I knew that, yet the thought of letting them easily achieve what they wanted didn"t settle with me.

So when the Hunter reached out for me, I grabbed onto his arm and bit his hand hard.

He swatted me off like a fly to show me how fruitless my act of defiance was.

I didn"t put up much of a fight after that, knowing that it was futile.

When they captured me, I realized something terribly disturbing.

Eros didn"t come.

No matter what I screamed into the mind-link, there was no reply.

The deadening thought made my chest tighten painfully with worry.

And I couldn"t help but pray for his safety.

To all the G.o.ds out there, please keep him safe, please keep my Eros safe.

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"Such pretty and smooth skin. What if I accidentally run my scalpel against her face and mar it?" a feminine voice asked through the haze with a playful and cheery intonation.

I don"t remember what happened after I was captured by the Hunters other than getting hit in the face once or twice when I tried to gouge their leader"s last eye out.

They must have knocked me unconscious in order to keep me from attacking them before handing me off to these people.

Now that I am aware of my surroundings, I could feel the chilling cold seep through my skin and into my bones.

I was lying naked on a cold autopsy table of some sort, and the stainless steel was freezing against my flesh.


It didn"t take me but two seconds to figure out that I was in a lab.

The scent of sterile equipment and bleach was strong in the room just like in the lab that I had worked in before.

Instead of opening my eyes to look at my surroundings, I kept them closed.

I couldn"t let these people know that I was awake.

If they were to find out, they would put me under again or possibly...kill me.

What good will I be dead?

Who will save my children and I if I don"t?

I decided to wait for an opening, pretend that I am still unconscious and under the effects of their anesthesia for that one chance.

And if I am not given a chance, I will make one myself.

Holding my breath, I willed my limbs to remain still as I imitated death, which was not hard because the rest of me was still numb from the effects of their drugs.

I couldn"t feel my arms or legs.

And even if I try to get up right now, I doubted that I could get very far before they hold me down and put me to sleep for good.

Through the bare slits of my eyes, I could see the blurry image of a male and female, working on my lower abdomen with their tools.

They were going to do surgery on me.

No.

Not surgery, because this wasn"t a hospital.

It was a butcher shop.

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