The Alpha's Breeder

Chapter 112

I couldn"t help but think of what would have happened if I hadn"t woken up when I had, when they first started cutting me.

What would have happened?

To me?

To my babies?

The terrifying thought sends fear through me that I barely manage to extinguish.

Just the thought of demise made this fire burn hotly inside of my chest, not from pain, of course, but from anger and unadulterated fury.

Several seconds later, Candy finally finished the torturous motions on my face and headed back to my abdomen with Scar.

I a.s.sume that she finished engraving her name into my face.

Most would be terrified that something like this is happening, but I"m not.

Not when I have more important things to worry about, like my unborn children.

Since my skin doesn"t scar, even if she took a chunk off of my face, it would regrow and heal over.

Heaving a s.h.i.+ver of pain, I tried to control the slight tremble in my hands and found that I couldn"t.

But, since they were too busy trying to cut my stomach open, they did not notice how my hand shook with each slide of their scalpel against my flesh.

As I lay there, halfway numb from the pain and partially in shock, I am suddenly reminded of when Rora told me.

She had said that if my womb were to ever be removed, it would grow back.

But, I don"t want it to grow back because I want the current one with my children in it.

"I"m going to take a short break. You finish up the rest, Candy," Scar stated after completely opening a hole in my lower abdomen.

He wiped his shaking hands onto a paper towel after he finished taking off the glove and washed them thoroughly with antibacterial soap.

"You know, Scar, those cigarettes will kill you before the supernaturals do," Candy remarked as if she cared for her companion, which I doubt it because she didn"t look the type to care for anyone other than herself. "And if you die, I am going to take that black lung from your body to keep inside of a cookie jar in memory of you."

Her words just cemented how totally insane she is.

Scar gave her the middle finger and pulled out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket before he rummaged around for his lighter.

I silently waited, counting every second down while a.n.a.lyzing the room through the cracks of my eyes.

When Scar finally left, I knew that this was my only chance.

It was now or never.

This room had the typical setup used for most higher up labs.

There was a computer monitor within hand"s reach to the right of my body.

A monitoring device was set to the bottom of my feet.


Next to it was 2 metal trays filled with different types of surgical instruments.

Further back against the wall was a set of cabinets with a sink attached.

Out of everything I saw, the only thing capable of hurting her quickly and effectively would be the scalpels.

But the scalpels were on the metal trays and Candy happened to be standing right next to it.

This meant that I couldn"t grab them without having to deal with her first, which is rather improbable at the moment.

The odds are against me because I don"t have much leeway to work with.

Although I was ready to beat the living c.r.a.p out of her, my body was not up to it.

With my current condition, I couldn"t fight her head on or drag out the fight because I might faint halfway through.

And so, my only advantage was the element of surprise.

If I can catch her off guard and knock her unconscious before Scar comes back, I will have enough time to prepare for round 2.

The only thing I can rely on right now is being faster than her.

And I can only pray that this works.

With a deep inhalation of breath, I bit down hard on what was left of my tongue and glanced at her through the slits of my eyes.

Candy finished pulling the flaps of my stomach aside before finally turning her back to me.

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