I mewled despite myself and tried to push out against the stimulation, even though the small sliver of sanity still left hated him with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. He might have saved me from Ezban, but ever since my heat broke and I Presented in the small examination room, any pretense of professionalism had vanished. He mocked me, mocked my biological response to the drugs he’d given me as if it was somehow a betrayal of my entire gender and the scientific method, too.

The worst part was that part of me agreed. Maybe logically, if I’d had the capacity for such a thing, I wouldn’t have. But as I stood tied up and bent over with my intimate parts on full display, and all I wanted was for someone—anyone—to mount me… the shame of what basic biology had reduced me to was too much to bear.

When Dr. Urwin dipped a digit into my opening and began to shallowly thrust it in and out, I bit back on my pleas for more and turned my head to the side. Trying to find something to focus on that would distract me from my humiliation.

But what I found to focus on only made everything so much worse.

Behind the panes of glass, in the observation room, Dr. Axell sat. Looking at me. He had his hand wrapped around his thick alpha cock, stroking it slowly.

The look of him… of his bloated cock in his hand and the look of excitement on his face, there was no more pretending that this was for the greater good of science. I hadn’t been saved from Ezban in the hopes that 351 would claim me as a mate and help further their research.

I was first and foremost here because they wanted revenge for my attempt at putting a stop to their inhumane methods.

Being forced into a heat that had me desperate to be violated by the same hulking alpha I’d tried to save was my punishment. Not my redemption.

When Dr. Axell saw me looking with horrified disgust, he gave me a lecherous smirk and leaned forward to press one of the buttons on the panel in front of him.

“I think it’s time our rebellious little analyst meets her new lover. Finish her up and let’s get on with the show. It’s been a long night for us all.” His voice rang through the test room from a speaker somewhere high above me, sending shivers of unease through my aching body.

“Is he right, sweetheart?” Dr. Urwin said from behind me, his tone mocking. “You ready for your big, bad alpha to come satisfy your greedy little cunt?” He slipped his finger out of me, and I whined at the loss.

He chuckled in response. “I guess so. Best get you oiled up so you can take him without ripping, eh?” Cool liquid trickled down my slit, finding every nook and cranny as it dripped inside of me. “You might be wet as swamp back here, but we’ve had more than one first-timer tear for the knot. Turns out ferals don’t care if you’re screaming in pleasure or agony, but it’s so much work to stitch you back up once he’s done wearing you like a sock puppet.”

“You’re disgusting,” I hissed—only it came out more like a needy whimper.

Dr. Urwin snorted, patted my arse and then leaned in over me so his lips brushed against my ear. “It’s shocking, isn’t it? Realizing that us lowly beta men love watching a poor little female getting screwed to pieces? I bet your previous beta lovers have treated you ever so gently… and told you how much they respected you while they slow-fucked your twat, because they knew that’s what you expected of them. That’s the only reason why any of you little cunts let a beta mount you, isn’t it? Because you know you can control us with what’s between your legs. We’re not scary or violent. And we’d never hold you down while we rape-fuck your tight little hole until you scream for mercy.

“Well, let me tell you a little secret, Miss Dorne: Every single one of your beta boyfriends have fantasized about fucking you on a bench just like this one, with your legs spread and your hands tied down so you can’t fight back. We all fantasize about it as we make sweet, gentle love to you and ask you if you’ve come yet.

“And now here you are… tied up like a sacrificial lamb and gagging for a thick cock to destroy your pretty little pussy as roughly as possible. I’d almost call that poetic justice, wouldn’t you?”

I wanted to bite back—to call him sick, to yell at him for abusing his position to quite obviously torment women for his own twisted sense of revenge. But all his taunts did was make my pussy gush with need as I couldn’t help but picture 351 forcing himself inside of me… finally sating my aching body.

“Please,” I gasped, surrendering to the humiliation. “Please. Bring him to me. I need… Please!”

Dr. Urwin snorted as he walked away from me and rapped his knuckles against the door. “Oh, you’ll get him all right, slut. And my guess, it’ll take you roughly three seconds before you start begging us to get him off you again. Should be fun—I always love it when they scream.”

Guards I hadn’t known were present opened the metal door and let the doctor out.  It slammed shut behind him with an echoing thud, leaving me alone in the small room.

Was it morning already? Or were those guards the same men who’d pointed their guns at 351 and I what felt like a lifetime ago?

Would they watch my humiliation, too?

I pressed my face against the padded surface of the bench, unwilling to look at Dr. Axell behind the glass panes—the esteemed doctor I’d spent so many years looking up to, never knowing what kind of a monster truly lay beneath the surface.

I waited in silence under the bright light, the only sound in the room my own ragged breathing for several minutes. My body ached from the artificial heat, cramps rolling through my abdomen in uneasy waves, and I fidgeted to try and get comfortable in my restraints. Not that I could—I was strapped down too tightly to move more than half an inch to each side. The sweat dripped off my heated skin in fat droplets and pooled on the padding underneath me, making me stick to the surface. And all the while, my sex clenched helplessly around nothing, the desperation to be mounted and filled overshadowing the rest of my discomfort.

Thuds from somewhere on the other side of the door pulled my attention away from my misery and into the present. I turned my head to face it, my breathing picking up speed at a muted roar.

He was here.

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My pussy gushed a new rivulet of slick at the sound of the enraged alpha, even as I whimpered with fear. My body didn’t care about my traumatic childhood and ingrained terror at even the thought of being at the mercy of a feral alpha—it simply recognized the sound of an approaching male strong enough to finally quell my suffering and ensured my readiness to receive him.

Another roar, this time much closer, was followed by a loud bang as the door swung open and a heavily restrained 351 was shoved into the room with metal poles attached to the bands of metal encircling his neck and arms. He fought like a wild animal despite the restraints, trying to twist back and grab at the men controlling the poles. When I caught a glimpse of his eyes, I shuddered in primal fear. They were pitch black, any humanity that may have been present completely overshadowed by rage.

A man not wielding a pole stepped halfway into the room and aimed a taser gun at the feral alpha. He pressed the trigger and 351 jerked once, his resistance coming to an abrupt halt as he dropped to his knees.

The guards reacted quickly, detaching the poles and slamming the door shut—and then I was alone with the wild man.

351 shook his head, his lip pulling up in a deep snarl as he regained control of his muscles. He was on his feet in the blink of an eye, and the room reverberated when he threw the full weight of his body against the now locked door, roaring in rage as he tore at the metal with fingers hooked like claws.