Human turned Werewolf (Extremely slow updates)

Chapter 12

Ivan's POV

The sight of 626, the new Omega, crying in Nathan's arms tugged at my heartstrings, filling me with a mixture of emotions. I stood by the doorway, hidden in the shadows, watching the tender scene unfold before me. I should be the one comforting him, offering solace and protection. A gnawing sense of jealousy twisted within me, a feeling I never quite experienced. It was irrational, I knew that, but I couldn't help it. Nathan had been the one chosen to care for the boy, and now he's providing comfort. I had to remind myself that my emotions were unfounded and that the Alpha had chosen Nathan for this task.

But as I gazed at them, Nathan whispering soothing words into the small Omega's ear, my heart ached with longing. I longed to be the one standing there, offering my support, my presence. It was a feeling I couldn't deny; even if it went against one's pack dynamics, no werewolf could. I turned away from the scene, my jaw clenched, and my hands balled into fists. This jealousy was an interference, and I had to get rid of it.

As I took deep, steady breaths to calm down, I heard a throat being cleared. I looked towards Alpha Philip as he signaled for the Omega to start from the beginning. The weight of our new member's story hung heavily in the air, and I couldn't help but hope that it would bring clarity to his presence in our pack. 

The Alpha's office filled with a heavy sadness as the Omega began to recount his past, his voice trembling with each haunting memory.

"I. . . I don't remember anything from before the facility," he began, his gaze fixed on a distant point, "when I woke up, I was 14. They took me to this place; they gave me to two doctors. Dr. Violet Rebel and Dr. Alexander Roberson. I was in their care for years."

I listened intently, my heart heavy with sympathy for the horrors he had endured."They. . . they experimented on me," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "They did things to me. . . that I wouldn't wish upon others."

"Take your time," Alpha Philip urged gently.

"For a while. . . they experiments didn't work," He explained, the memories resurfacing like a nightmare, "Dr. Rebel would get so furious, so angry. She had a short temper." He said with a slight chuckle.

He took a deep breath as if trying to push through the painful memories. The intensity of his story hung heavy in the room as he continued to reveal the horrors he had experienced.

The Alpha maintained his patient demeanor, encouraging him to share at his own pace.

"For a while... the experiments didn't work," he continued, his voice tinged with the bitterness of those memories. "Dr. Rebel would get so furious, so angry. She had a short temper," he added with a faint chuckle.

He paused, taking a deep breath before pushing forward. "But then... they found a way. After years of failed attempts, they found a way."

My heart sank at the thought of the relentless experimentation he had endured. It was a testament to his strength that he had survived it all.

"They turned me into this monster," he confessed, the anguish in his voice palpable. "I remember the first night I changed into this thing. The first time, it clicked. For every cell in my body to take hold of the monster they put inside me. I can feel it pacing back and forth; it's always there, watching me. I hate it. But Dr. Rebel was so happy; I've never seen her look so proud."

His words sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't begin to fathom the torment of living with such inner struggle.

"The first time I shifted was the scariest experience I had ever gone through," he continued, his voice filled with pain. "It hurt so badly. It was worse than the experiments. The bones in my body were doing something nonhuman, taking shape I never knew possible. I never wanted to go through something like that again. But then, the second wave of experiments took off. After I turned back to normal, Dr. Rebel immediately started to test what my new body can handle." The Omea's voice wavered as he delved deeper into his painful past. I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at his resilience, enduring horrors that would break most.