Primal Heat

July 1997, Genetics Council, Wolf Breed Labs

Mexico

Wolfe growled in fury, his teeth bared, his body taut, ready to spring as they pushed the young woman into his cell once again. She carried his scent now, proof that she was his mate. The mark he had given her the day before was still vividly evident on her upper shoulder.

“You’ll do as I demand this time, Wolfe, or Hope will take the beating instead of you,” Delia Bainesmith told him coldly.

“She’s your daughter,” he howled out in fury. “How can you do this to her?”

“She is a lab rat, no more, no less than are you,” she informed him smugly. “Now breed her. She’s ovulating, and we’ve made certain she’s ready. Fuck her, my little wolf, or she’ll be the one who pays.”

The Bitch walked away, her laughter echoed behind her as Hope whimpered in sexual distress. They had given her an aphrodisiac, ensuring she would accept him.

“Please, Wolfe.” Her slender body shook with tremors of arousal. “It hurts.”

“I can’t, Hope.” He couldn’t look at her. “I won’t.”

She was just a child, barely seventeen. He wouldn’t scar her, either physically or emotionally with what he knew was coming.

“She’ll beat me,” she whispered.

“She won’t get the chance.” He knew that.

“She said you mated with me. How did you mate with me, without taking me?”

He could almost hear the tears whispering over her pale cheeks.

“I marked you, Hope.” He couldn’t stop his eyes from going to the proof of his ownership. “No other will touch you. No other will have you. That mark and the scent it places on you is mine alone. Don’t make the mistake of ever allowing another man in your bed. Because I’ll kill him.”

Cold, hard rage shuddered through him at the thought. He had killed one soldier already over her. The one who had dared to fondle her breasts as they tore her clothes from her the day before.

“I’m sorry she did this. It’s my fault, for loving you.” As always, she would try to take the blame on her slender shoulders.

“No, Hope, it is my fault,” he told her bleakly. “Mine for ever desiring to try to hope for more.”