Siren -Editing-

Chapter four

The cold metal table was rusted with my blood over the years of upgrades. I was more upgrades than I was wolf anymore, not that Father cared. Blood leaked from my arm as he worked on the latest one, planting a weapon inside my small arm wasn't the most questionable thing he had done recently.

I glared at the ceiling, sure my eyes were glowing red from one of the early upgrades. I was livid that he was still working on me. I felt further from the perfect he claimed to be working toward with each time I came down to the basement for "maintenance."

"Calm down your red, I'm almost finished here." I heard metal on metal as he set down his tool and began stitching my arm back up. "If you're good, I'll let Jes take you to the kitchen for dessert."

Instead of calming down and my eyes returned to normal, my eyes burned a darker red as he mentioned my sister. Now, of all times, acting like any of this is normal to do. Like it was a routine check-up. I gritted my teeth as each stitch was made through my wound.

I let myself relax once he was done, taking deep breaths of the stale air that smelled of rotting blood.

"Let me see them, I need to make sure they're even." I held out my arms to the best of my ability and watched the pride wash over his face. "Perfection will not be tainted today."

He rustled my hair and bandaged my arms before letting me up for lunch, keeping his promise of letting both of us have dessert afterwards. Cake and ice cream with as much whipped cream as we wanted.

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The moment he pulled up to the pack house, I rushed inside to find Jes. I didn't care how far behind Blake was or how frustrated he already was with me. I had already spent too long without being with anyone who could communicate with me, and I was starting to lose it.

I didn't realize how much we talked, even without words. That was something no one could replicate, not with a mind link, not with a mate bond. Wordless, soundless communication built through years of trust and experience.

Although the thought of finally having words I can share with someone was intoxicating.

A pair of arms wrapped around my waist, sending electricity through me as he lifted me from the ground. I twisted around to look at him, letting my displeasure show clearly on my face for him.

"Where are you running off to? Away from me?" I watched as Blake swallowed the lump in his throat and pulled me flush against his chest. He buried his face in my neck and gently kissed up and down my neck, searching, exploring every inch of exposed skin he could, causing me to squirm against the knots being tied and untied in my stomach.

He turned in the hallway he grabbed me in, and rested my back against the nearest wall as he continued his assault, boldened by my grip on his shirt and each hitched breath. He switched sides of my neck, only pausing to see the effect he was having on me, letting me see his darkened eyes filled with desire. The moment he found the spot he was looking for was mind-numbing bliss, the electricity intensified between us the moment his lips touched the spot where his mark would live in the crook of my neck.

"Still thinking of rejecting me?" his voice was low and grumbled as he spoke against my skin, letting his hands slip beneath the hem of my shirt.

I shook my head slowly as my breath caught up to me, flooding me with his scent. Rejection had never crossed my mind, but it had crossed his. A small whimper crossed my lips, sending an annoying pain through my never-healed throat.

"Good," he kissed the spot again, relishing in the feeling being sent through each of us, surely imagining what it would be like to finally mark me as his, before he let me off the wall. "Then we are going to meet my dad,"

My feet had barely touched the ground before I was being ushered down the hallway and into a large office. I had barely any time to try to figure out how to tell him who I wanted to see before the two men who looked nearly identical, the one behind the desk being larger with greyer hair than Blake's, as the main difference between the two.

I missed most of the conversation as I was pulled into a chair. I was too focused on the last time I had been in an Alpha's office with my Father as he presented me as his latest experiment and all of the accomplishments he had achieved with me.

"-a good thing for the pack, she'll be a fierce protector once she is complete," Father had said. "We can start her training immediately with your permission." Our Alpha had been skeptical, but my father's role in the pack was closely related to his work with me. So my training was allowed with certain conditions that were later ignored after my promise turned into reality.

"-with your permission, of course." Blake echoed my father's words enough to make me freeze. My two realities blended, and I couldn't separate the two for long. I knew where I was, I knew who I was with, I knew what I was. Neither of them knew any of it, they would never know how many times I had been on their territory for my work for my father.

"You don't need my permission, Blake." The Alpha stood as he looked me over. "But, I would recommend taking her to the medics before doing anything else. There is something about her scent that doesn't sit right with me."

I looked up at them, wondering what he knew. He shouldn't be able to smell me, I had that covered so that I couldn't be found on missions. Maybe that was all? Just the fact that the only scents in the room were his and his son's? Blake didn't question him; all he did was obey and take me to the medical wing of the giant house on small territory.

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