Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate-Chapter 217: Failed experimental subject?

[Margaret’s POV]

The next day, as expected, I woke up late.

I touched the cool sheets beside me, resignedly got up quickly, and contacted Donald through the mind-link: "Donald? Where are you? Why didn’t you wake me up? I woke up late, do you know that?"

Donald responded very quickly from his end, "I’m at Benjamin’s place, come over after you’ve had breakfast."

As I got ready, I wondered, what could Donald be doing at Benjamin’s, early in the morning? Could it be that Elliot’s condition had worsened?

This thought weighed heavily on my mind, hastening my actions. I grabbed a sandwich and a bottle of milk from the table and rushed out the door.

The voice of the maid speaking was left behind. Who could afford a leisurely breakfast and then leave the house at such a time?

To my surprise, there was nothing unusual about Elliot’s condition. Donald had rushed to the hospital early in the morning because Benjamin had made some new discoveries in his research.

Seeing me panting and stopping, Donald asked with some confusion, "What happened? Why are you running so fast? Sit down and rest for a bit!"

I obediently sat down and looked around the room, puzzled, "What are you all doing here? Elliot is okay, right?"

Donald was the first to realize the misunderstanding and smiled helplessly at me, "Don’t worry, Elliot is fine. It’s Benjamin; he’s discovered something new from the captives."

"What is it?"

Gently squeezing my hand, Donald’s smile faded a bit, "The captives we brought back from the battlefield, not only do they have abnormal data in their bodies, but Benjamin also discovered last night that they have serious issues with their nerves."

"We now suspect they are simply flawed products of the enemy’s failed experiments. Because the nerve damage in their brains is irreversible, even if they could fight before, this condition will not last long. Their final fate is to fall into madness and then perish from self-harm! Several captives in the prison have already shown these symptoms."

Listening to Donald’s words, I felt like it was incredible, covering my mouth in shock, I exclaimed, "My God! How could something like this happen? Are the people conducting these experiments insane? Have they lost their minds?"

"Why would they do this? What could they possibly gain from it? And those werewolves, used in the experiments, why would they willingly endure such inhumane torture? It’s terrifying, Donald!"

I said as goosebumps broke out on my skin, just imagining it made me immensely afraid; I couldn’t believe the captives had experienced such torture firsthand!

"Yes, their methods are so cruel and bloody, what could possibly justify their actions?" Donald seemed to be responding to my question, but it also appeared he was just talking to himself.

Benjamin was holding a thick stack of documents, which were no doubt the fruits of his recent labor. His expression was very grave, and after a moment of silence, he spoke, "The true purpose behind this, we do not yet know, but their reasons for doing this are very clear..."

"By experimenting or using special drugs, they enhance the fighting abilities of impaired werewolves, for their use in consuming forces during war."

"The nerve damage endured by the test subjects is irreversible, which will rapidly complete the internal self-metabolism, that is, self-destructive death, thus ensuring that these test subjects can’t be repurposed by others. This move is both ruthless and toxic, it is an annihilation of humanity!"

Benjamin’s final comment was incredibly accurate. Our enemies were indeed fierce and terrifying, adopting such inhumane and appalling methods that defy natural justice!

No matter whether the subjects of their experiments were frail or impaired werewolves, such methods were unacceptable to us.

Donald, as the sole king of the Wolf royal family, could never allow such terrifying biological experiments to occur on his watch, and if such experiments could not be contained, or if they were made known to the public, they would create uncontrollable public opinions and panic!

I think this was why Donald valued this issue so significantly—the interests involved went beyond the scope of any minor war.

"What should we do next? This must be stopped immediately!"

Christian’s words broke the quiet of the meeting room, echoing the thoughts of us all.

"Tonight’s raid must succeed; failure is not an option," Donald commanded with a powerful, unangry authority, after a long silence.