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Remus

By killing Shelton, I’d lose valuable time in the progress Dr Lawrence could have made. I had her out of her collar and cell. I was cooking her a decent meal and provided her with clothing, and she sat there like an ungrateful little bitch. She reminded me of the girl I went to Norway with, Cassandra or Cassie, but I couldn't remember her name. This is why I have never dated or had a relationship since becoming a werewolf. I had zero patience with women and their expectations.

“If you're not interested in eating, then I will take you back to your room,”

I said as I narrowed my eyes on her to see her reaction.

I knew she loved licking her bowl up the last time I made this for her.

“Oh, no. Whatever shall I do? However, will I live without your omelette? Please, sir, anything but that,”

she said as she put her hand to her forehead with dramatic flair.

“Why you, little—”

I started to say but stopped because I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of losing my temper.

“Get on your hands and knees and fucking crawl back to your room,”

I said in a calm voice, but I switched the gas hob off and wiped my hands on the towel to stop myself from choking the rude bitch out.

“Whatever gets you off,”

she said with a shrug before she got on her hands and knees to crawl out of the kitchen.

I sighed as I watched her half-covered ass sway from side to side.

She was supposed to be pliable by now.

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I kept a much closer eye on Zailah after our last encounter. The dismay on her face when I’d put her collar back on gave me great pleasure. Now, that work had settled without me having to be in London. I could provide Zailah my full attention. Over the last few days, she looked depressed. The new DNA molecules had been implemented, and there was something about knowing she had some of my DNA inside her that pleased me.

I relived cumming over her face again and again because that was the last time I had something of mine inside of her. It was a pity that she was on her period because I no longer wanted to play games. This should have been much easier. With the full moon looming ahead of us, the Doctor would need to extract what he required from both of us while we were wolves. I could control my wolf since there wasn't a blood moon.

If everything goes according to plan with the gene editing, then she should be able to handle the next lot of testing with more ease. I was in the lab when Dr Lawrence worked on her, but for the most part, she ignored me.

“So she can't get any of the problems that come with the delivery method into her body because of our natural regeneration?”

I asked, thinking about the final treatment that I would receive.

“That’s the beauty of it. There is zero risk as there would be to humans,”

Dr Lawrence said. “And so far, it is working.”

He held up a round plastic tub and smiled while Zailah scoffed.

“Take her back to her room when you're finished,”

I told him before walking around the table to reach Zailah’s head. I bent down so my mouth was next to her ear.

“Two more days until you turn into a wolf. Do you want to eat Shelton this time?”

I whispered.

She continued to ignore me, but she couldn't hide her grimace or the disgust on her face.

God, I loved fucking with her so much.

I stood up and whistled as I walked out of the lab to order some pizza.