Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 560: Alaric’s Nightmare

Chapter 560: Alaric’s Nightmare

Realizing that screaming and struggling would get him nowhere, Alaric forced himself to think. Since violence wouldn’t work, maybe, just maybe, he could reach the part of his mother that still loved him.

"What do you plan to do to me, Mother?" Alaric rasped, his voice hoarse and raw from shouting.

Zara paused mid-motion, a syringe halfway filled with a clear, viscous solution intended to use on him. Her hand stilled as she turned toward him, surprise in her eyes.

It was the first time Alaric had called her "Mother" since this nightmare began. Before now, it had always been "Zara" or "Bitch," as if the word mother burned his tongue.

For a brief moment, her expression softened. She set the syringe on the metal tray and crossed to his side.

"Alaric, baby?" she whispered, testing him.

Alaric lay restrained on the cold table, sweat beading across his brow. Between the suppressor cuffs and the physical strain of fighting, he looked fragile and vulnerable. One might even said he lost weight.

"Why are you doing this to me?" His voice cracked, heavy with anguish. "Why, Mother?"

Zara cupped his face, wiping the sweat tenderly. "Because I want my son back," she said softly. "My sweet, obedient Alaric, not this violent creature who curses and fights me. I don’t even recognize you anymore."

"Fine, I’m sorry," Alaric gasped, his chest heaving. "Just remove the suppressor cuffs. I miss my wolf, Mother. It’s been days... I feel empty, and hollow inside. Please mother, it’s killing me."

Zara smiled faintly, threading her hand through his damp hair. "I know, my love. Don’t worry, the cuffs will come off soon. I can’t perform the procedure without you and your wolf in perfect equilibrium."

insides. He forced

saw the strange, crown-like device with a matte metal frame branched into delicate braided wires, and

cold. "What is that,

that? The

his tone calm. "Why am I only hearing about this now?

we lost a subject..." Zara trailed off, realizing that was the wrong thing to say to her son that she was about to perform the same

Alaric’s heart stopped. "Lost...?"

exasperated. "Technically, the experiment didn’t kill him. He just wasn’t strong enough. His mind fractured and he went feral. We had no choice but to put him down. Besides, he was a convicted criminal awaiting execution, anyway. It was

to this. You experimented on him without his consent." His breath caught as a horrifying realization dawned. "And now you

swung to the two guards stationed by the door. "Did you hear that?!" Alaric

in their eyes, a crack in their

dramatic. Do you

the leather straps binding his wrists to prove his point without

You can rest assured, you’re not going to die.

"What did you

to a frightened child. "The purpose of this procedure is simple. Once it’s done, your memories of that girl, Violet, will be completely erased. She’ll be gone from your life

whispered in horror. "You’ve

were about to

the restraints. "And the fact you’re

done playing nice. Nothing was going to change his mother, he could see it. The woman had finally lost