Page 3 of The Beast's Baby
She’d grown up with her aunt and uncle—her parents had died in a car crash when she was still just a baby—and they were both wolves, so when her own wolf came roaring its way into her life through that first shift, it had felt right. She hadn’t questioned the fact that she hadn’t been bitten for it to appear. She had welcomed it. And then a mere few weeks later she’d heard about the trial through underground channels. And she and her wolf had gone to check it out. Like joint idiots.
Her wolf was silent.
For that first week, it had growled in her head incessantly, especially when she thought about it, now there was no response.
She could feel it. How the herbs rendered it dormant again.
She focused on what No-Name was doing, reaching for the second needle, checking it for any apparent flaws and finding it to his satisfaction as he moved closer.
“I don’t want you to take any more of my blood,” she repeated, the fury that had been building over the past month beginning to boil and bubble underneath her skin.
He didn’t answer her. He didn’t look at her. He focused on her arm, grabbing her wrist to get her to unfold it again. She refused. Her wolf might be dormant, but her human body was still stronger thanks to its presence. She might not be able to win in a fight because she had zero skills when it came to knocking someone off their feet, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t put up a fight against being forced to do something she did not want to do.
The asshole could take a hike for the rest of the day.
Try again tomorrow.
One vial had to be enough.
“Stop!” she exclaimed when he wouldn’t take the hint.
“I don’t want to have to make you,” he said, his green eyes letting her know that he meant it, even though she thought it was more to do with him than with her.
Like he’d get in trouble for failing to do his job properly if he brought in reinforcements.
Tough.
“I’m not letting you take a single drop more,” she gritted out through clenched teeth, both arms now firmly crossed over her chest. “Is that clear?”
He sighed.
“Yes,” he said, pressing his thumb down on the smart watch he wore on his wrist.
Within seconds, they were joined by orderlies in white scrubs. They were tall, broad chested, very strong men who looked like they would make a quick job of prying her arms open and pinning her down.
“You all right there, Jay?” the biggest of the men asked.
He had a red tag attached to the front of his scrubs while the rest of them all had white ones. There were no names on the tags, clearly so that the subjects wouldn’t learn them since they apparently knew to address each other by their first name.
Jay.
She was surprised the man had let it slip. Though perhaps it didn’t matter if she knew Jay’s name. For all she knew, it wasn’t his real name at all.
“Just having some trouble drawing blood from this subject,” Jay replied, sounding like some sort of robot.
He couldn’t be human. There wasn’t an ounce of humanity in him.
When the men quickly crowded around the bed and did what she had anticipated, their hands on her arms and legs, prying and pinning, for the first time since she was put in the room, she fought back.
She kicked out against them, and she screamed out her frustration.
“You can’t do this!” she yelled in Jay’s face.
But he could. And he did.
Without further ado, he stuck the needle in her arm. Her fighting and kicking completely futile since she couldn’t budge an inch under the weight of those securing her in place. Once he had filled the vial, he moved onto the third and final needle, drawing blood, putting the needle aside once done. His gaze connected with hers.
“Will you calm down or do you need to be sedated?” he asked.
