Alpha's mate is a male?!?-Chapter 162: Make it pay!
Chapter 162: Make it pay!
Adele places the vial of Blake’s blood on the tray, her fingers steady despite the questions racing through her mind.
She sets up the machine, loading the sample into the scanner. The screen flickers to life, beginning the process of breaking down the blood’s composition.
The first test is simple, a standard human identification scan. If Blake is still human, the machine will confirm it immediately. I mean, of course she knows she’s not.
The progress bar inches forward, the quiet hum of the equipment filling the room. Adele crosses her arms, watching, waiting.
Then, the results flash onto the screen. No match found.
Her breath stills. That isn’t possible. She reruns the test, convinced there must have been a mistake. Again, the machine processes, and again, the same result.
Adele exhales sharply, pressing her fingers against the counter. She isn’t ready to accept that yet.
She moves on.
If the machine doesn’t recognize the blood as human, then perhaps the comparison scan will give her something, anything.
She selects the next test, one designed to match the blood to a known species in the system.
If it isn’t human, it has to be something else. The machine begins analyzing again, processing the unique protein structures within the blood sample.
Adele watches as the results trickle in. Her fingers tighten against the cold metal surface.
The screen populates with data, traces of human markers, but fragmented, incomplete. The rest... is animal.
Her stomach turns.
She leans in closer, eyes scanning the data. The blood carries a dual structure, human and something else entirely, something not present in any known classification.
The animal properties are dominant, but there are remnants of human DNA still lingering within it, struggling to remain.
It’s as if the transformation isn’t complete, as if her daughter is being overwritten, or replaced.
Adele swipes a hand through her hair, her heartbeat loud in her ears.
She runs another test. This time, a full genetic breakdown. She needs to understand what kind of creature this is.
She isolates the animal traits, pushing the machine to analyze the foreign DNA strands. The system struggles, slowing as it tries to match the data to anything in its archives.
The progress bar stalls. Then, after what feels like an eternity, a single word flashes onto the screen.
Unknown.
Adele stares.
Her grip on the table tightens. She runs the test again.
The same result.
Again.
Still unknown.
She slams a hand against the counter, breathing heavily. This shouldn’t be possible. Blake was human. She was born human. This... this thing in her blood is not.
Her mind races, trying to rationalize, to make sense of what she’s seeing. Had something been done to her? Was this a mutation? A genetic experiment gone wrong? No, she would have known. This is something else.
Adele’s gaze falls back to the vial of blood. The dark red liquid looks so ordinary, so deceptively normal. But she knows now, it isn’t.
Her daughter isn’t.
And whatever she has become, Adele intends to find out.
The discovery of Blake’s blood- a fusion of human and animal DNA, rattles her to her core. But she isn’t done.
There has to be more. An explanation.
She doesn’t hesitate.
She rushes out of the lab, her heels clicking against the cold tiled floor as she heads toward the ICT room.
This facility, her facility, is equipped with the best research technology available. If there is an answer to what her daughter has become, she will find it.
Inside, the room is dimly lit, the glow of multiple monitors illuminating the space. She sits down, her fingers flying over the keyboard, logging into the system.
Her first instinct is to search by biological markers, something that could match the strange hybrid blood she found.
She pulls up global research databases, scanning for any known cases of human-animal genetic mutations.
The results flood in, filling the screen with documented experiments, failed hybrids, genetic modifications... but nothing matches.
No known species combines human and animal blood in this way.
Adele exhales sharply, frustration prickling at her skin. Think. Think.
She changes her approach, shifting her search. Creatures. Legends. Myths. If science fails her, maybe history will not.
The screen refreshes with a new set of results.
She scrolls through them quickly
, chimeras, shapeshifters, folklore creatures, until suddenly...
Werewolves.
The word stops her cold.
She stares at the screen, her pulse hammering. Of course, she has heard of them. Stories. Superstitions. Nothing but foolish tales meant to scare children.
But this is different.
This is real.
Her fingers tighten over the mouse as she clicks on the link. The page loads, displaying centuries of werewolf lore.
She reads through it in silence, absorbing every detail. Their existence, their transformations, their strength... the way they can live among humans, completely undetectable in their human form.
Adele swallows hard.
If this is true... if werewolves truly exist, then...
She keeps reading.
A werewolf bite can turn a human into one of them.
A bite.
Adele frowns, her mind racing. Blake didn’t have a bite, she has with her all along when she started behaving strangely.
She would have noticed. She would have known.
Her nails tap against the desk as she leans back, thinking.
Then how...? Pregnancy! Blake was for sure pregnant, and that pregnancy has been giving her a very hard time.
She switches her search again, diving deeper into werewolf reproduction. If they are real, how do they breed? How do they pass on their genes?
Her breath catches as she finds the answer.
A werewolf can reproduce with a human. Their offspring may carry werewolf genes, leading to unpredictable results.
The realization slams into her like a brick.
The pregnancy.
Blake’s pregnancy.
That’s why it was so strange.
The signs were there, the abnormal development, the extreme symptoms, the way her body reacted to it.
The pregnancy that should not have been possible, that left doctors confused, that felt entirely unnatural.
Adele’s hands tremble as she lifts them to her face.
Her daughter didn’t just carry something abnormal.
She changed because of it.
She grips the edge of the desk, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
A werewolf was involved. A werewolf got her daughter pregnant.
Her lips part, but no sound escapes. The weight of this truth settles over her like a suffocating fog.
Her daughter, her human daughter, has become something else because of that creature.
Rage ignites in her chest.
Her fingers clench into fists.
Adele forces herself to breathe, to calm the storm inside her. But she can’t stop the way her hands shake, or the way hatred slowly twists inside her gut.
She needs to find that werewolf.
And when she does...
She will make it pay.
