The Forbidden Heiress At The All Male Alpha Academy-Chapter 212: Subject: Theodora Blackthorn

*Theo—*

*Theo...!!!*

*Theo...!!!*

’Shut up, please’ Theo cried softly, begging from the depths of her heart, ’Why can’t you just leave me alone? Just let me be!’

*Theo!*

Theo’s eyes felt like they were lifting rocks off as they battled to fall open. The first sensation her body caught was a creeping cold that was seeping into her skin, her bones, and other places that were already hollow.

Her eyes fluttered and she couldn’t tell if she still had the strength to open them completely. When she couldn’t, she settled for the sounds around her instead.

There was a low, mechanical hum, accompanied by the faint drip of liquid somewhere nearby. Metal scraped against metal, and when she tried to move or feel anything, the sensation of a dull awareness filtered in piece by piece.

There was pressure at her wrists, her ankles, and her throat. Something hard and narrow dug into the small of her back, and something colder still pressed against her spine.

Straps.

She was strapped down.

Her eyes fluttered open at last.

The ceiling above her was concrete veined with cracks like dead roots. Dim lights buzzed weakly overhead, and a bright lamp sat just over her head. Shadows pooled at the corners of the room where light didn’t reach, and the air smelled like sterile chemicals that had been layered over iron and old blood. She always smelt burnt stone and fear that had soaked so deeply into the walls it would never leave.

She tried to swallow. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Her throat worked uselessly.

A broken, thin whisper left her lips instead, so small that she hardly recognised it as her own voice. Then, her gaze moved downward.

She wasn’t fully naked, but she may as well have been with the thin white fabric that clung to her skin, damp with sweat and blood, and torn where restraints cut close. Her chest rose and fell shallowly, like every breath stabbed knives into her lungs.

Then, something thick pierced her arm.

She didn’t even flinch.

A thick needle slid into her vein with clinical precision.

Followed by another. And then another again. She was being injected with both clear fluid, and dark fluid, and they both burned so badly that her vision fractured at the edges, and her back arched violently against the restraints.

A cracked, broken sound that was too small compared to the pain ripping through her body seized halfway through her throat, and her voice shredded into nothing but breath and tears.

Her veins lit up beneath her skin as the liquid shot deeper into them.

They transitioned between red and black, and pulsed unnaturally like something alive was crawling through them, like they were trying to each into her, trying to redo something inside of her.

Trying...to rewrite her.

Theo’s eyes rolled back, and as they snapped open again, they were no longer the same colour. Gold bled into silver, and the silver drowned in red, then the red darkened until it was almost void-black.

Her body shuddered uncontrollably as pain tore through her in waves, each one worse than the last. The pain felt invasive, like it was pulling her apart piece by piece.

Her memories blurred and thoughts began slipping away from her mind. Even when she tried to think of the pain, the words dissolved before they finished forming.

Above her, a figure leaned into view and looked down at her.

She recognised him as the man who had been asleep when she came to save Ava.

Up close, he looked worse. He had hollow eyes, sallow skin and his hands were steady in a way only obsession could make them. His glasses reflected the dim lights, hiding his eyes as he adjusted another syringe.

Plus, he had this big, creepy smile on his face, and don’t get her even started on what his teeth looked like.

"Fascinating," he murmured, not to her but to the data scrolling beside her, "The resistance is collapsing faster than predicted,"

Another injection came almost immediately, and Theo convulsed so violently the restraints groaned, then sizzled against her skin. Her scream this time didn’t even make it out.

Her mouth opened soundlessly as her body shook. She could only give weak, breathless whines and whimpers that she could barely even hear.

Somewhere deep inside her, Seraphina was screaming.

*Theo...stop letting go—please!!*

Her voice sounded much stronger than the last time.

Seraphina was recovering.

Good. At least her wolf would survive this.

*Theo, please. Please resist it. Don’t fall, don’t surrender, please...!*

’I’m tired,’ Theo thought again. It wasn’t just a thought. It was a surrender and a resignation to life. She was too exhausted, too hopeless to hold on, too scared to fight back. Because...what exactly was she supposed to fight for? She had nothing left.

She had fought.

She had bled, and she had lost everyone.

What was left of her soul felt thin. She needed it gone. She needed it all gone so it would all stop.

She didn’t know if it was a few hours or days that had passed. She didn’t even know how long she had been knocked out for, but eventually the pain stopped being more inflicted, but more transformative.

Her bones burned, her heartbeat stuttered, and something old and vast pressed against the edges of her consciousness, hungrily patiently waiting for its time to come.

The demon.

The injections continued, and more time passed.

Every so often, consciousness would drag her back to the surface only to shove her under again. Each time, she felt less like herself. Her thoughts became shorter, her emotions turned dull and Seraphina’s screams were long gone - now a distant, muffled sound at the back of her head.

One she could easily ignore.

And her eyes no longer settled on one colour.

They cycled between Gold, silver, red and black.

Over and over.

Her veins stayed dark now, permanently stained by whatever had been forced into them. Every now and then, she would be dragged into a sitting position and something would be placed over her head, sending volts of electricity through her body.

The scientist hovered over her again and again, recording, adjusting, and perfecting the erasure.

"The host is weakening," he said calmly one day. He was speaking to someone else in the room, "The soul is detaching,"

Theo barely reacted, and the mate mark burned in her neck.

Seraphina’s presence flickered once more, maybe even one last time, *I don’t want to lose you,* The wolf whispered, her voice breaking despite all the strength she had regained.

Theo didn’t answer.

Not because she didn’t care.

But because she was already fading.

And fading... felt like relief.

Another few days passed, and the scientist was talking to someone in the room again.

"..."

"..."

"..."

They were talking right above her, but she couldn’t make out a word. She was very absent-minded, against herself. Sounds bounced off her ear. Everything was a buzz.

Just then, Cain’s face came into view and his lips moved.

She forced herself to read his lips.

"Your Father is here...,"