Her Vengeful Lycan Alpha
Chapter 79: Master Plan

Chapter 79: Master Plan

Chapter Seventy-Nine – Master Plan

(Snow Top Mountains)

The intense smell of ginger was everywhere in the small room where Prince Asher stayed at, finishing a drug.

He was wearing a thin sleeved shirt and his body glistened from the sweat lined down his back and neck.

A werewolf girl, naked but for the small panties on her waist, held unto him demandingly.

"Wait a second!" Asher kicked her face, making her roll to the other end of the room. She crawled back, immediately, like an animal.

"Ah!" Asher sighed. "I shouldn’t have drugged her till I was sure this one was perfect. I can’t work like this."

He stared down at the werewolfess rubbing her clit on a leg of his table to gain friction.

She experienced heat, a condition that primarily affected werewolves were the urge for sexual intercourse was maxed, those were results of the drugs used Asher on her.

The Prince scoffed. "Look at you now, after you gave my Slime a hard time to catch. Animal!"

Slime had found her, a rogue, in the snowy mountains and after many struggled, defeated her and dragged her to Asher to test his new drug.

To make the effects worse on her, Asher had boiled ginger and all hot substances in the enclosed room so she’d feel nothing but heat, boiling her inside and out.

From the corner of his eyes, Asher noticed his mixture change to a faint blue and he took it out of the fire, looking at it affectionately. "It worked!"

It finally made a reaction so it worked. So heat was what it needed to react to? He took a part of it and dissolved in a soluble substance.

The werewolfess groaned in pain as her body heat rose to unimaginable heights and there was nothing to relieve it. "Please, I need... please.."

"I have what you need." Asher flexed the injection in his hands. "Don’t worry, if this works I’d feed you my favorite snack. After all, you’re about to be my favorite specimen."

Instinctively, the wolfess tried to run from the injection. No matter how much she wanted relieve, a part of her knew the injection wasn’t one.

Her body was stomped on and she couldn’t move. Slowly, the injection pressed on her skin, the drug seeping into her. It had a burning sensation and she let out a scream of agony but her jaw was hit on the ground by Asher’s heels.

"Shut up!" his brows furrowed angrily, breathing heavily from being in the enclosed room for hours.

He stared at the werewolfess expecting a typical reaction to the drug – bumps on her skin that’d explode after a minute, bleeding and releasing pus till se died.

But there was nothing, instead he heard the werewolfess breathing slow down, she stopped screaming and touching herself.

"It’s gone, isn’t it?" he asked her.

A small whimper was his reply. The drug he just made was to counter the first drug. A drug to stop the heat in werewolves.

But then, some Lycans experience heat, usually after staying too long away from their mate.

Wanting no similarity between werewolves and Lycans, Asher created a drug that could cancel out those feelings if the Lycan wanted.

Most Lycans, during war time, were vulnerable when in heat. Werewolves exploited it, using them as sextoys and breeding hybrids to be used for themselves.

At the moment, Asher had a drug that caused heat, which would make werewolves to breed whoever he want.

If he found up to four, he’d force them to breed and breed and he’d never run out of specimens. It was a master plan.

The door to the enclosed room was pushed open and Asher stepped out proudly. He had perfected a curse and it’s cure. He was the ultimate medicinal saint!

The werewolfess crawled from the room, her breasts dangling from her chest. Asher tried closing the door but it slammed on her waist as she tried to crawl out.

"Stay in there, I’m not done with you. You haven’t given me reports. Since you survived, I want to know why...."

"Wow."

Asher frowned, turning to Nero. "When did you get here?"

Nero’s face was slightly red as he looked at the naked werewolfess and the sweating Prince. "You finally found a better use for these werewolfess other than specimens. It’s good. It’s a good way to relive stress."

The Prince sped in front of him and Nero’s tongue tied. "A better use? Other than my specimens? What better use is a werewolf than contributing to my experiments?"

Did he misunderstand? Nero looked at the lady, and she looked like she been coursing with pleasure or the need of it. He shook his head. "Sorry, I spoke too much...."

The werewolfess suddenly left the ground and sped out of the room, hitting Nero. He turned to the retreating figure and then at the Prince. "Should I get her back?"

"Should you?" Asher raised a brow.

Nero nodded, running after her. Asher sighed, falling on a chair, a fulfilled smile graced his lips again. He finally succeeded on the drug.

The drug was the bane of his hatred for fifteen years. During the dark times were werewolves raided Lycan Packs and destroyed Lycans.

When the queen of Lycans had traded herself for her son. The only fear the Lycans had was their queen being bred by werewolves during her time of heat.

If she was bred with another Lycan then the child would be an Alpha Lycan wolf which, under werewolves’ control, could try to kill the Lycan King and the true heir.

However, after many years, the squad that captured the Queen was defeated by Lycan Alpha King Eli and he sent news that the Queen was killed for being too powerful and there was no sign of she being bred.

Still the terror remained in many Lycans. Though Asher didn’t care. To him, any Lycan that served werewolves were almost trash.

If he couldn’t convince the bred child of his mother that his place was below him, then he’d kill it. Easy as that.

There was a knock on the opened door.

"Slime..." Asher spun the chair around. "You really dressed up for this meeting. Are you excited about it?"

But what would he be excited about? His father won’t be there and if he did attend, he’d ignore him, his illegitimate son. It would be better if he didn’t attend.

Slime looked bashful. His attire was a simple red suit with black cufflinks but it was a rare sight to see him clothed on anything but war leather suits as he fought a lot.

"I think a pretty girl is attending the meeting."

Asher’s blank face turned to a scowl. "Huh?!!"