Awakening (2 book series)
Awakening – Rejected Mate Chapter 80

"You're lying. I don't know what you're talking about, or half of what you said, but I know hybrids aren't a thing." Terror overtakes me as his words filter in, and my mind refuses to digest what he's saying, because it's simply wrong. The wolves pride their bloodlines and purity, it's a massive part of our being and hierarchy.

Mixed breeds don't exist, because if they did, the pure bloods would destroy them. They don't want dilution and mongrels among our blood. They're bad enough when weak DNA like my families infects a pack, and those people become calm land workers with no urge to fight and dominate. It's why the Whyte pack never had any kind of claim to the mountain as a ruling pack and the Santos own it. Our kind thrives on dominance, we need alphas and purity to survive.

The doctor clutches a flat hand to his chest, aghast. Eyes wide, an expression that translates offence.

"Lie. I never lie when it comes to science, my dear. I'm a bio chemist of the highest order with a special interest in your kind. Dedicated my life to it and it's all I research. Hybrids are my forte!! I would so love to get your samples under my microscope and see if the stories are true, and show you for yourself, the absolute wonder of your own genetics. Warring species in one body, and yet they seem to have completely bloomed! I mean look at you.... utter perfection."

My blood runs cold, my eyes raking him and trying to make sense of what he's saying, so many questions forming and gathering on my tongue. My head scrambling with the uncertainty that he might actually be telling the truth. But that would make my mother.... I can't even.

Deacon reappears unexpectedly, interrupting with the beep of the door before he enters, and throws us both a strange look that suggests he doesn't like whatever feeling we just gave him. The atmosphere is tense, and the doctor seems to lose his enthusiastic energy and slinks back out of the way, probably afraid to admit he told me way too much. I can tell, that despite co-habiting in this place, there's no real bond between them and the doctor is as wary of my prison guard as I am.

"Alpha. Juan. will be here in two days.... This one.... Her name is Alora, and interestingly, from our own mountain, so take from that what you will. She isn't going anywhere." Deacon turns to me, a look of disgust rippling across his face as he scowls at me, and everything inside of me seems to disperse in a wave of numb. The fear claws through me that Juan knew exactly who I was with just one call and is coming here personally to decide my fate. That's not a good sign.

"The mountain...." The doctor whispers is so lightly under his breath I doubt Deacon hears him, but I do, and catch that slight hint of recognition that flitters across his brow before he pushes it away and locks his facial expression on blank.

Damn me for being a white wolf! That had to be the defining detail that gave it away. Maybe also the fact he knows I'm missing now, and one lone femme, this close to home, was probably a no brainer.

I raise my brows at Deacon with false bravado as if to say, 'so what?' His eyes narrow at mine and the scowl gets more prominent.

"So.... You're a runaway from our own pack? Juan said he's been looking for you, traitor. How coincidental you end up here.... clearly looking for something you shouldn't be! You're going down to isolation until he gets here, and then you can be someone else's problem. Hopefully his, and I'm sure he'll replace the perfect punishment for a flawed failure who betrayed her own kind." I don' doubt Juan has conducted a whole new story about why I'm public enemy number one and arguing it is going to be futile. Deacon is a believer, a loyal to Juan's sub pack, and it's boringly obvious. He was put here, probably because he is one of the Juan brainwashed who do exactly as they are told, and questions nothing.

Deacon grabs me by the upper arm ruthlessly, and hauls me off the bed forcefully, my body still a dead weight and I almost fall on the floor with the sudden demand to use my limbs properly. Grabbing out to catch myself and instantly overwhelmed with dizziness at being bolted upright.

"Careful, careful.... She's a very special specimen and still a young lady. Kindness does not cost extra, Mr. Deacon. Compassion. A little human dignity. If we have her for two days yet, then I need to harvest samples for my studies and could use the time to learn more about her very unique blood! I can't let this opportunity go to waste, and I certainly can't stand and watch you damage her." The doctor is torn between real human concern for a person, and that of a scientist with his eye on a prized lab rat. I can't even be mad about it, but it does open a window of opportunity.