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“I did for you—for all the females,” he babbled. “”Please, just that one mercy, I beg you!”

“You did,” I said, the memory of the lecherous words he’d said as he prepared me for my first mating with Zach echoing in my head. “Fine. Jarl, the lubricant’s in the cupboard with the other basic supplies.”

Jarl grunted a confirmation and crossed the lab to retrieve the bottle.

“T-Thank you,” Dr. Urwin whispered.

“And you, Dr. Axell?” I asked, arching my eyebrows at the tied-up alpha.

He glared daggers at me, but finally nodded.

“So be it.” I didn’t care if they bled to death or not—all I cared about was that they died after experiencing the same helplessness and humiliation they had subjected so many women to. So if they wanted to lessen the pain, but increase the time it took? That was fine by me.

The SEALs applied the lubricant, any reluctance they might have had in executing such a cruel punishment dead in the wake of what the two doctors had tried to have them do to me. And then they went around to every cage still containing a lone, feral alpha, opening the doors to their cells with Dr. Axell’s access card.

Out of the many who’d tried to escape the last time Zach let them all out, just over thirty remained. The rest were gone—gunned down like animals.

I glanced down at Zach’s scarred hand, grabbing onto it when images of his twisted face as a soldier shot him in the stomach flashed before my mind’s eye. These two men’s promise to force him to watch me get gang-raped was the reason he’d made that desperate attempt at securing our freedom.

I looked back up at the two doctors as snarls erupted in the lab. The ferals were encroaching on them, cautious of traps, and Dr. Axell couldn’t hold his nature back any longer. Tied with his back to them, he twisted in his bonds, growling a savage warning at the nearing alphas.

The tension in the room snapped as if someone cut a cord. The ferals attacked as if with one mind, launching themselves at the Dr. Axell, ripping at his clothes, his hair, punching, snarling, tearing.

I had a moment’s disappointment thinking they would be beaten to death, that their end would be with more dignity than they deserved, but then one of the ferals noticed Dr. Urwin whimpering, trying to curl as far away from the violence as he could. His submissive position must have finally registered in the feral’s brain, because the next second, he pulled the beta up by his hips. Ass out.

Dr. Urwin managed to choke out a plea for mercy before the alpha pressed his cock in between the beta’s cheeks. I couldn’t see the moment of penetration from my cell, but I heard it. As did every other soul in that accursed lab.

Dr. Urwin’s scream rang through the room and echoed off the walls, and in it was the agony of every woman who’d been forced to bend over his breeding bench. Eyes wild with desperation, he tried to climb the bars he was tied to, but the alpha behind him gave him no quarter. He pulled Dr. Urwin down with a rough jerk, the smack of flesh hitting flesh ringing through the air, announcing the moment he was taken to the hilt.

The alphas tearing at Dr. Axell stilled, every pair of eyes on the beta doctor and the alpha making him his bitch.

A vicious snarl tore from one of the ferals by Dr. Axell. He grabbed the alpha doctor by the hips, jerking him into position. Dr. Axell howled and tried to kick out, but his legs were trapped in the fabric around his ankles. He fought as best he could, but it was no use. The feral gripping him by the waist pushed forward, forcing his hips flush with the doctor’s, and his furious growls turned into high-pitched whimpers.

Zach looked down at me, and in his gaze I saw the same cruel satisfaction flooding my own veins. How fitting that the doctor who had gotten off on forcing every test subject he came across into submission was finally made to surrender himself.

We hadn’t discussed this, hadn’t planned for it to happen—but deep down, we’d both known how we were going to make our tormentors pay for what they did.

“Come,” Zach said, nodding at the frenzy in the lab. Every single feral was focused on the two doctors, waiting their turns to finally extract their own revenge. “Free now.”

I squeezed his scarred hand and smacked Dr. Urwin’s access card over the lock. “Let’s end this.”

* * *

It tooka long time to search through every electronic nook and cranny for any and all mentions of mine and Zach’s stay in the compound—everything from my employment file with HR and the contract in which they forced me to sign over my life, to Zach’s daily physicals and the many reports of our successful mating and the others it had led to.

For the first time since our friends had overpowered the guards, I hesitated, the file of my neighboring female and her alpha hovering over the shredder. Images of Lea, the woman, covered several of the pages, including close-ups of the bruises her alpha had given her alongside descriptions of her depressed state.

“What are we gonna do with the mated couples?” I asked.

Zach didn’t respond immediately. The grim expression on his handsome features made me shake my head. “We can’t. It’s not like the staff here—we can’t kill them. They’ve… They’ve been through enough.”

“They… not like…us,” he said, taking care to form each word. “They claimed… because desperate.”

“So we can break the bond?”

“No.” He shook his heads. “Only death.”

“Can we bring the women, at least? If their bond isn’t like ours, maybe they’ll be able to—” My voice died when he shook his head again. “Zach, there has to be another way.”

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