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A ll morning, the thoughts of her dark knight in frowning armor remained on Ismena's head as she searched for a pawning shop for hours.

Damn, the man was too hot, just thinking about him was wetting her panties to embarrassing degrees. Devils, since when did she become such a slut?

"Oh, cut yourself a break, Ismena, any woman would react the same. The man is too hot." She muttered aloud as she crossed another road.

But, it was pretty obvious the man wanted nothing to do with her. Hell, he doesn't even like her, not even the normal way a person likes another random person.

Too bad for him. She'll just find another man who wants to have a one-night-stand with her, no way was she forcing herself on any man born.

That decided, she took a deep breath and continued her search.

Hours later, Ismena was so excited when she finally saw an open pawning shop. No thanks to google. All the stores she googled and found weren’t open or aren't working on Sundays .

She has been searching for more than a few hours, hell, it wasn't easy. Finally, she stood at the clearing, staring at the boldly-written signage at the very top of the store. Found you.

She took a deep breath and made her way inside. A man in his mid-fifties stood behind the huge desk, he smiled at her as she walked in.

"Welcome, young lady. How can I help you?" He was polite.

"I want to pawn a piece of jewelry. I don't know if it's possible here..." She allowed the sentence to trail off.

"Yes, it's very possible here. Can I see the jewelry please?"

Ismena stuck her hand into her handbag and withdrew the diamond ring. As she raised it towards the old man, the diamond sparkled and the two pearls caught her eyes.

"So beautiful..." The pearls kept her entranced and in awe, she was almost regretted trying to pawn such a beautiful item.

But, she can't regret this. A girl's got to pay her medical bills and get new drugs.

"Can I see?" The pawnbroker outstretched his hand.

"Just for a minute, please." Brows furrowed, she stared pointedly at the two pearls acting like a crown on the ring...and that was when she noticed it.

An image. No, a picture. There's a very small picture of something beneath the pearls.

"Wait a minute." She walked to the window where the light was coming in, brought the ring really close under her nose and —

"Oh Mother Of Everything That Is Good And Holy!" She gasped and let go of the ring so fast like it burned her.

The ring fell to the floor. One of the pearls fell off.

"Is everything alright?" The pawnbroker asked, confused.

"Yes, yes, everything is alright." She let out a nervous laugh, "Everything is completely fine."

Nothing is fine! She screamed in her mind. "Ohmigod, Ohmyjesus, Ohmymary!" Heavens, she's freaking out.

The ring belongs to the Big Bad Wolfe. It is his picture on the ring!

Eighteen years ago...

UNKNOWN LABORATORY IN AMERICA

"Inject him again." A cold voice.

"Not again, Dr. Angor. I t-think he'll d-die at this rate. Number 10 and Number 12 died this afternoon." A nervous male voice.

"Weaklings! All of them!" Dr. Angor thundered angrily. "That's how many? Thirteen this week?"

"Fifteen." Hector's nervous voice came again.

"Animals!" He thundered again. Then, he turned and faced a particular 'cage'. A huge wolf laid behind the iron bars glaring at him with so much rage, Dr. Angor will not stand in front of 'it' if not for the unbreakable bars that separated them. "I have my eyes on this one now. He is my only hope."

"Number 6!?" Hector shrieked, swallowing tightly.

"Yes. You've better be giving me positive results on this one, Hector. He is the strongest of them all. Focus all your experiments on him." Dr. Angor ordered.

Hector glanced at the feral wolf, fear filled him. Just the size of the wolf is terrifying, and the boy is only fifteen years old. He knows this for sure because he was in his 'human' form when he was brought in two weeks ago.

After the third injection, the boy took the wolf form, since then, he hasn't shifted back to human form. But unlike the rest, he is stronger and has held out the most. He is also one enraged young Alpha wolf who kills off their workers at every opportunity—once they get close enough.

"This time around, add more Erophine to his dosage, we will breed him all night.

" Dr. Angor continued, "Number 6 does not breed females no matter the torture he's subjected to, unless he's high on Erophine.

I need his seed to grow in these women—any of them—so, that even if he dies tomorrow, we will have his offsprings to experiment on. "

Number 6 howled angrily, and barked twice.

"I think he can hear us too." Hector took some steps back.

"He's the strongest breed, his offspring will be exceptionally strong. We'll begin at birth to weaponize them. I have a feeling his offspring are exactly what we need." An evil smile crossed the doctor's features, "Oh yeah, why didn't I think of this before?"

"But, Dr. Angor, Erophine is very painful and dangerous to these wolves; it makes them very unstable, always seeking sex. Some of them lose their minds while the rest die— "

"They are just animals, Hector, animals.

" Dr. Angor narrowed his eyes on the wolf behind the cage, "Don't talk about them like they are people when they're just animals, and are hunted like one.

Dose up this one, in particular, I don't care how much you dose him, but make sure he is so horny that he will fuck these females brutally like the animal he is and get them all pregnant. "

As he walked away, he threw the last command. "We breed him all night."

"Y-Yes, Dr. Angor." Hector looked at the door his superior just walked out from, while listening to his footsteps sound farther and farther away until they faded completely.

Then, Hector veered around and stared at the young wolf. The wolf howled in so much rage, hatred dripping from his amber-eyes.

Present day…

KING'S TOWER, NATURIAH

Wolfariane Daminor Throne opened his eyes and peered at the ceiling. The greenness of his surrounding made him realize that he was in his mountain lion's form, even before he rolled around, and stood on his hind legs and forepaws.

He had lost control and shifted in his sleep. Again.

Hell, this cannot keep happening.

Green eyes closed, he shifted back into his male form and stretched out on his back, staring at the overhead lining of his bedroom .

Sweat poured from his round forehead, rage boiling in his blood. It has been so long that his memories come back to haunt his present in form of a dream. A nightmare.

The bed dipped as he rose from it, a quick glance at the window told him that it was late morning. He'd ran the night away, back to Naturiah, and slept for just two hours.

The relaxation the run managed to give him has disappeared like a mist under the onslaught of his terrible nightmare.

Hands fisted, he walked into the adjourning bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the water cascade down his back as he tried to level his breathing and get himself under control again.

Those bastards. Those human bastards.

Put them out of your mind or you will never be able to hold onto control. You do not want to hurt your people.

Talking to himself always helps, Wolfariane watched his fingers unfold and he felt his blood normalizing again.

His people think him strong, in control, and unbending, but they do not know how much he has to battle himself every single day for the past eighteen years. How much he has to try to rein the mountain lion in.

That part of him tries to break out every single time of the day with the urge to kill and destroy. Kill. Destroy. Kill. Destroy. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill!!!!

Wolfariane squeezed his eyes closed. Number 6.

That is what those damn non-changeling doctors called him. They'd experimented on him, making his days and night a living hell, burying him under all sorts of dangerous injections that have damaged him more than he showed the world .

They thought he was all invincible, that is why he never went insane or died like the others, but they didn't know the truth. He is not one changeling but two.

While they injected his wolf with all those lethal drugs, his cougar was absorbing them all. That is why the wolf never lost his mind—why he never died.

The cougar took it all, which in turn damaged him. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill!!!!

He's three sides of the same coin. The male rational part, the caveman wolfish side ruled by sheer instincts—the wolf—and the damaged almost-insane part that only wants to kill and destroy anything and everything—the mountain lion.

Wolfariane watched himself on the mirror wall that is his bathroom. That part of him has always been hard to control till this day. That part of him hates humans the most, its rage unending and almost uncontrollable.

The cougar killed all the human females they forced him to mate with in the laboratory. Also one of the reason he does not understand why his supposed mate has to be a non-changeling female.

Since he discovered her, the wolf has been excited. The mountain lion has been raging.

Even if he happens to mate with her, to give her his seed, he can never be able to control his mountain lion from reaping her throat off when it's time to mark her fully as his.

After a shower, he walked back to his bedroom in a towel. Standing in front of his wardrobe, he reached inside and pulled the particular suit he wore hours ago in the nightclub .

Reaching inside the back pocket of the suit for his only comforter...the only belonging of his mother he still has, and his fingers found an empty spot. His ring?

He scowled. Pulled the suit out completely and searched each and every pocket the suit has, but the realization already dawned to him before he was done searching.

His ring has been taken. Someone has the guts to steal from him.

Who. Dares. To. Steal. His. Ring!?