Wolf's Surrender: Part of the Immortal Ops World (Shadow Agents / PSI-Ops Book 1) by Mandy M. Roth Read Free Book Online Page A

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    Brad took in the bare walls surrounding him, feeling as if they were closing in on him. With a growl he spun and punched the wall, cracking the cement block slightly. He hit it again and again, making some headway, but not enough. He knew from practice that there was more than one layer to the holding cell walls. The facility had obviously been retrofitted with supernaturals in mind. And caging one required reinforced everything.
    Brad drew his fist back, his knuckles bloody and raw. As quickly as the injuries had appeared, they vanished, his skin smoothing over. He wiped away the blood and there was no sign he’d been hurt.
    Healing had been something he’d done quickly prior to his capture. Since he’d been subjected to test after test, procedure after procedure, he found everything that he’d once come to accept about himself was in question. He now healed at a rate that even supernaturals would find impressive. Though, there were some wounds that, while the scars had faded significantly, were still evident. He was also stronger than he’d been. But with great healing and strength came a huge weakness—control. His once semi-solid control over his wolf side was nearly nonexistent. Most of his time was spent trying to keep himself from shifting forms. Each period he did lose control and give in to the beast, he lost track of time and woke in a weakened state. And from the expressions on the scientists and guards’ faces, he’d been a monster while shifted.
    The fear of changing and not being able to return to human form was real and always with him. He’d seen other test subjects fall victim to it. Seen them enter their shifted form, only to remain stuck in it. The doctors and scientists performed even more tests before finally putting the test subject down and out of its misery.
    I wish they’d put me down, he thought, lowering his gaze to his fists once more. They’d turned him into something. A monster. He’d end up like the others. He’d get stuck in wolf form before being shot execution style. It was just a matter of time. He could only hope they killed him sooner rather than later. Controlling the urges was getting harder and harder.
    The sick sons-of-bitches had been trying to force him to mate from the word go. They tried just about anything they could think of in order to get him to take a woman, use her, spend his seed in her and give them what they wanted—more test subjects. He’d managed to resist it all so far, but his self-restraint was wavering. They kept pumping him with more and more of those fucking drugs and he knew he’d break soon enough. It didn’t matter that a new puppet master pulled his strings, a bad guy was a bad guy. Shades of gray was the shit fairytales were made of and this was no fucking fairytale.  
    “If it is,” he said softly, his attention moving to the cracked wall, “I’m the big bad wolf.”  
    He paced the cell once more, his nerves on edge, heavy with worry for the newest subject they had wanted him to breed. Her name was Mae and she seemed like a nice enough girl. And he had zero sexual interest in her. That didn’t mean anything in the world of the people holding him. The vampire who was in charge, or at least pretended to be in charge, was after the same results as the sick bastards who took him from South America. They all wanted more product to sell and test. And in this scenario Brad and the other test subjects were the product, the merchandise to do with as they may.
    His thoughts returned to Mae. From the moment he’d heard her humming a soft melody for him, he’d felt somewhat calmer around her and he’d also begun to fear the inevitable. The moment when they’d shoot him up with even more drugs and force a partial or full change on him. He feared he’d do the unthinkable, and in that state force himself on her or rip her to shreds. Neither one was something he wanted to happen. Not to any woman, but seeing Mae in a sexual light