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Cronus stopped in front of her and crouched down. Claws were unsheathed from his fingers, and he ripped her clothes off in one swift move.

"Leave me alone," Ismena cried out. Her hands grabbed hold of her gown, holding it to her body to keep the garment from sliding to the ground.

"We can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way, female. I don't mind the hard way," he smirked, "I love me some claws. I'll take so much pleasure in declawing you. "

He reached for her hands. Ismena panicked and bit his arm so hard that she drew blood. Cronus hissed and slapped her hard across the face.

Ismena saw stars. Her ears rang, and tears overfilled her eyes, spilling down her cheeks.

He gripped her cheeks, forcing her to meet his eyes, "You are gonna be a good girl, or I will really roughen you up, human. "

"I don't want your disgusting hands on me!" She screamed to his face, the pain from his slap reverberating in her body.

"You make it sound like you have a choice," he smirked again, squeezing her jaw so hard that she cried out in agony before he let go of it. He nodded in satisfaction when her pale skin wore his fingerprints on her face.

Ismena began crying earnestly as he shoved her hands out of the way and ripped the rest of her clothes away from her body except for her panties.

Her gown in tatters beside her. She was filled with the need to fight this wicked man away from her, but at the same time, her sense of fear and survival was screaming at her to stay still and let this man have his way if it meant he'd not kill her .

Oh, God. Oh, God, I'm so scared.

"Damn, you really are a dream," The evil man breathed lustfully, his eyes devouring her breasts greedily, "Wolfaraine, that lucky bastard."

He must be a changeling, too if he knows Wolfaraine. "He will kill you for this."

"He'll have to be alive to do that." Cronus palmed her sore breasts and squeezed hard, making her cry out again in pain. "When he comes for you—and he will—he will die."

"Why are you doing this!?" She cried.

"That's for me to know and for you to keep guessing. Now, shut up your mouth, or you will pay for it." He commanded, reaching for her panties.

Ismena broke. She began pleading with him.

Her pleas did not stop him. Instead he was laughing at her as he snapped her panties away from her waist, leaving her naked to his evil, lustful eyes.

"Oh Jesus…," she curled into a ball to shield herself. Everywhere he has touched her burns like his touch lights fire on her skin—not a good fire but an excruciatingly painful fire.

He made it worse by running his sneaky hands up and down her back then, he gripped her ass. Ismena screamed in sheer suffering, twisting her body to escape him.

He forced her to lay on her belly, his body caging her from behind. She didn't know when he undressed, but when she felt his naked cock pressed against her ass, Ismena forgot everything about his instructions not to fight him. She went wild against him, kicking and screaming.

"Stop touching me, you monster, stop touching me!!" She screamed, fighting him with everything in her.

But all her attempts were futile. She couldn't move him. He simply waited her out, laughing and mocking her until she exhausted her strength completely and her body went limp against his.

She lay there drowning in her own tears.

"Are you done?" He snarled on top of her. His hand went to her hair, gripped tight, and tugged hard, snapping her head back. "There is no getting away from this, honey." He stated to her ears.

"No, no, no, please no, oh God, please, no," she cried when his thighs forced her legs open, and she felt him prodding her entrance.

All of a sudden, the weight was lifted off her back. One moment, the man's body was pressing her to the ground, and the next, he was in a heap across the room—the cage.

Ismena scrambled up from the ground and crawled away from that spot. She has to get away from this!

But when she hit a wall with nowhere else to go, she curled her body into a ball and hugged her knee, crying and rocking herself.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Werewolf!?" Onaries snapped, glaring at the naked werewolf Alpha he'd pulled away from the woman.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Onaries!?" Cronus roared, vibrating with fury at being interrupted. He rose from the ground and matched towards the Elephant Alpha.

Onaries stood his ground, "I told you not to touch her. When will you get it into your thick skull that you are not to have sex with this human!?"

"I will do whatever the hell I want to, and you cannot stop me," Cronus got into his face threateningly, "If you ever try that again, I will kill you. Do you hear me, Elephant?"

Onaries was unfazed, "You can only try."

"What the hell is going on here?" Dr. Beloca's voice came through. They turned to watch the doctor enter through the door. "What is all this chaos about?"

"This prick here is ruining the fun. That's what the problem is," Cronus stated vehemently.

Beloca looked around. It only took him a few seconds to understand what was going on. He smiled, "I see. Allow the man have some fun, Anaconda. It's not his fault that the girl is too beautiful."

"We don't have the time he is wasting." Onaries snapped impatiently.

"That woman is someone's claimed mate, so his touch will only succeed in putting her through excruciating pain.

He is not her mate. Her body is fighting his touch.

While I don't care about that, it jeopardizes our plans because you will not be able to inject her until her body calms down again. If you go ahead to inject her, she will die.”

"That's ridiculous. How can sex with another man do that to a woman?" Beloca snorted derisively. "Besides he might be able to get her pregnant."

"It is impossible for him to get her pregnant." Onaries rolled his eyes, "And to answer your question, it's because she is a claimed mate."

Cronus understood his point, but it did not make him any less mad. "Only if she is a claimed mate. I don't smell any mating ritual on her. He hasn't mated her for life!"

"We are talking about a woman who has been through the Crave Shock, even though there was no mating ritual. Are you really going to risk it!?"

"Crave Shock?" Cronus was taken aback.

Onaries waved his hand dismissively, "I think it's because they are highly compatible.

Anyway, it'll be best if you keep it in your pants, Werewolf.

I wouldn't want to waste up to a week here all because you raped the female, and we have to wait for her body to calm enough to pump her full of drugs without the chances of her dying before their experiment even began. "

"If what he says is true, then I stand with Anaconda," Beloca spoke up again, "I don't want my test subject dying before we can get a child out of her. If you want a woman, there are lots of them outside the walls of this lab."

With two people against him now, Cronus picked up his clothes and stomped out of the cage .

"Since we can't have fun, why wait a few days then? I think we should call Wolfaraine here and get this over with, so I can be on my way! After all, if they are as compatible as the psycho is saying, we don't need to pump her full of drugs for him to get her pregnant." He snarled.

Onaries followed him out, stopping to lock the cage behind him, "The humans don't understand that. I think we should follow the plan."

"I say, screw the plan! I will place the call to the Alpha King any chance I get!" Cronus raged, slamming the door as he walked past it.

"Don't ever do anything to jeopardize the plan..." Onaries was saying as he followed him out of the door. Their arguing voices went on and on until they faded.

Alone, Beloca shook his head dramatically. Animals will always be animals. So uncivilized.

From the top of the stairs, he looked down at the beautiful, naked woman who was crying and rocking herself back and forth. The woman made him hard, but after hearing what Anaconda had to say about that, he could control himself. He was a doctor before he was a man.

She is his test subject. God, he cannot wait to try out all through new drugs he developed over the years on her. He turned and followed the door those two had just walked out of.

Time to get his drugs ready.

Wolfaraine stood at the edge of a cliff where the search for Ismena had brought him to. It's a warzone inside him, with the man and the beasts so restless, desperate, and devastated.

Where are you, Ismena?

Please be alive.

Both his palms were bleeding; he'd dug his claws in repeatedly to hold himself together. At this point, he was a flicker away from losing his sanity.

The worse part of it all is the dark and the fear. Being in the dark, not knowing what has happened to her. The fear that something horrible has happened to her already.

His eyes watered. Again he blinked furiously until the liquid went back to where it came from.

"Someone wants to see you, Alpha King."

He swerved towards Degar's voice.

The leopard Alpha was standing with a female. Flaora.

"I do not have time for—" Wolfaraine began.

"Please Alpha King. I think you will like to hear what the female has to say." Degar pleaded.

Flaora stepped forward nervously, "In the afternoon, I saw a m-male with an unconscious female hanging off his shoulder.

They were too far away from me, so I couldn't make out who they were.

" she swallowed tightly, "I thought they were mated couples playing around, so I didn't think much of it until I heard about Alpha Onaries and the missing Rahinna. "

The girl now has all his attention: "Where were they headed?" He asked urgently.

"The W-Wild Forest, Alpha King."

"The border. He was taking her to the human world," His head was working with the new information, "If he was taking her to the human world, then he intended to kidnap her, not kill her like his other victims. Why would he kidnap her?"