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“Sounds like the lycan version of the Nazi’s Lebensborn program,” she smirked. The experiment forced kidnapped so-called racially pure Aryan women to have children with SS officers.

“We are not the only packs who value good breeding.” He smirked. “Runts and omegas, for example have never been allowed to mate with higher ranked weres.”

Good point. Her mother, an omega and her father, an alpha, had broken the rule resulting in her birth. Slade wouldn’t have broken the rule to take her as a mate. If they ever returned, they wouldn’t even be fuck buddies. He owed it to his dead pack to continue his royal line. “Prince Slade being a man’s man will no doubt enjoy his role as stud.”

“Indeed. Operation She-wolf will commence soon.”

“The kidnapping of alpha females?”

“Once they accept our customs, they’ll be happy to become queens.”

“You mean memory wipe and mind control.” Cricket thought of Rylee. The alpha leader chose not to mate and devoted her life to the LIA. It was possible she could still give birth to a litter. Doubtful Rylee would succumb to their drugs, but then again if Slade did, she just might. Her ambitious alpha sisters on the other hand would jump at the chance to continue their bullying ways.

“Re-educated.”

“After the abductions, the packs are ready. I highly doubt you can go in and grab pack members willy nilly.”

“Some we will, as you say, grab. However, others will be won over by our males.”

“Brainwashed males.”

“Not all brainwashed. Raulf joined without one drop of amnesia drugs. He might consider one or both of your available alpha sisters.”

“Half-sisters. Anyway, your stench will alert everyone.”

“Ah, you forget my brilliant potion to hide our scent. Handsome Raulf will need no reason to hide his scent.”

“And you trust Raulf?”

“Raulf was instrumental in getting us hooked up with illegal arms.”

“Will he find a mate before or after you release your bioweapon?”

“We will commence Ragnarok soon, and then we’ll claim our selected females”

“Soon as in when?” As much as she despised her sisters, many in her pack were kin, and they would die protecting them.

“We may begin in spots where werewolves are not found, but Wolfstrom will announce our new beginnings at our rally.”

“You mean the apocalypse.”

“We prefer to call it human pest extinction.”

Cricket must contact Rylee as soon as possible. If need be, she’d risk her life to help save humanity and other werewolves from being mind-wiped. “Heinous.”

Henrik laughed. “Come, I’ll introduce you to Wolfstrom’s son, Prince Bain.”

“I’d rather see Slade.”

“You will. Sooner than you think.” He opened the door, and she followed him out.

They entered a palatial living room. “Nice digs.” Then again, most evil dictators had the best homes.

Henrik narrowed his eyes. “This is our supreme leader’s residence.”

Two guards opened another door, and Wolfstrom walked in with Slade and Raulf.

Henrik and Cricket bowed. Her heart pounded.


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