Chapter 3
I stared at Kane in utter disbelief, as if I were looking at a complete lunatic.
But I no longer had any time to dig into his secrets.
Ten million dollars… I closed my eyes, and all I could see was my sister’s bloodless face twisted in agony from her illness.
“…I agree too.”
A satisfied chuckle immediately came from the speaker.
Right after that, the seamless white walls slowly slid apart. Behind them was a spacious observation cabin containing an extremely glaring king-sized bed and a separate bathroom enclosed by transparent glass.
“First phase instructions completed. The experiment has now entered the 24-hour cohabitation period,” the mechanical female voice announced without any emotion.
The security door behind us slammed shut with a heavy thud.
The lingering effects of the induction agent receded slightly, like the tide pulling back. Almost the instant the door locked, Kane and I moved in perfect sync—like two beasts pushed to the brink of their defenses—lunging backward to occupy the farthest opposite corners of the room.
“What exactly did that lying bastard Victor do to my mother back then?” Kane broke the dead silence first.
My entire body stiffened. “Shut your mouth! What right do you have to mention my father?! It was your Blackwood family that killed my mother! If it weren’t for you cold-blooded butchers, the Varela family would never have fallen to this point!”
“Ha!” Kane straightened up abruptly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. “My mother died in your family’s underground laboratory! Not even a whole corpse was left! And now you’re pretending to be the innocent victim?!”
“That was all slander you people threw at us! My mother was a victim too!”
“Filthy liars! The blood running through every Varela is nothing but vile!”
We screamed at each other across several meters of distance. My eyes burned red with rage, and he clenched his fists so tightly that it looked like he would charge over in the next second and snap my neck.
Just as the tension between us reached its peak and we seemed ready to tear each other apart with our teeth, the system’s mechanical voice brutally sliced through the charged air:
“Instruction update: Both test subjects are to stand on the red markers in the center of the room.”
Our chests heaving violently, Kane and I shot each other one last murderous glare before walking to the two glowing spots on the floor, fury still burning in our veins.
“Please remove all clothing for a full-body deep scan.”
I rolled my eyes. “What kind of bullshit scan is this?! In your dreams!”
Kane suddenly let out a cold laugh. “What’s wrong? The Varela princess can’t handle it?”
Without another word, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pants and yanked them down. The already loose fabric slid roughly to his ankles before he kicked it aside. His completely naked lower body was now fully exposed—his thick, vein-ridged cock hung heavily between his thighs, nearly twenty centimeters long even while only half-hard. The base was so thick it looked impossible to wrap a hand around, and the massive purple-red head glistened with a bead of transparent fluid under the bright lights.
As he straightened up, that heavy shaft swayed slightly. The visual impact of its thick, rope-like veins was almost obscenely powerful.
I sucked in a sharp breath and forced myself not to look, yet I still caught every movement of it in my peripheral vision.
Damn it!
“Seen enough?” he sneered. “If you’re too scared to strip, go knock on the door and beg for mercy. Don’t waste my time.”
“Who said I’m scared?!” Even if it killed me, I would never show weakness in front of the son of my mother’s murderer.
I took a deep breath, clenched my teeth, grabbed the paper-thin hospital gown, and ripped it off over my head.
The moment the cold air touched my bare skin, goosebumps erupted across my body. I stood there completely naked, forcing myself to lift my chin and meet his gaze in open defiance.
Kane’s eyes darkened instantly.
The mocking expression on his face froze. His throat bobbed hard.
Two blue laser beams descended from the ceiling and began a thorough, merciless scan of our bodies from head to toe.
“Subject Kane Blackwood: Current penile dimensions 37.6 cm length, 17.8 cm girth, semi-erect state. Testicles full and tight. Urethral opening secreting prostatic fluid. Current heart rate 130. Hormone levels at peak. Extremely high sensitivity period.”
My breathing grew faster and faster as I listened to the system’s readout.
“Subject Selena Varela: Breast size 36D, areolas engorged and hardened. Vaginal wall lubrication 87%, clitoris swollen and prominent, glandular activity 92%. Currently showing pre-heat signs. Cervical os slightly dilated.”
A wave of violent dizziness hit me. Without warning, a string of explicit images flashed through my mind. I saw Kane pinning me down on that large bed, his thick, long cock slamming into my soaked body again and again. The fat head drove all the way to the deepest point, fucking me until I was sobbing and screaming. Thick, hot cum spurted into my womb over and over, filling me until it overflowed…
“No…” I staggered back a step, shaking my head desperately. My nails dug deep into the flesh of my thighs, trying to use the pain to drive those insane hallucinations out of my head.
It was just the drug! It was only the damn experiment controlling my brain!
“Scan complete. Please answer one final question: Describe your ideal partner,” the system continued in its icy tone.
Kane stared at my body, which had flushed an unnatural crimson from the drugs and visions, and curled his lips maliciously. “Ideal partner? Someone gentle, obedient, and completely non-aggressive, of course. A sharp-tongued, lying little wildcat is definitely not on my list.”
I gritted my teeth. “My standards aren’t high either. Well-mannered, respectful. My ex-boyfriend was a perfect gentleman. He would never bark like some rabid dog that only has mating instincts left!”
“Ex-boyfriend?” Kane’s eyes instantly turned to ice. “So you still miss that worthless piece of shit?”
“None of your damn business!” I shot back without flinching. My Omega pheromones surged higher with my anger.
We were like two volcanoes on the verge of eruption.
At that moment, a crisp “ding” sounded from the speaker.
The mechanical female voice returned:
“Data analysis complete.”
“Pheromone resonance, genetic compatibility, and psychological stress resistance have been cross-referenced in depth.”
“Test subjects Kane Blackwood and Selena Varela—target partner match rate: 97%.”
“The system has determined: Extremely rare Fated Mate pairing.”
My eyes flew wide open. My brain went completely blank with a loud buzz.
Every trace of malicious mockery on Kane’s face froze solid in an instant.
97%? Fated mates?!
With me—the daughter of the man who destroyed his family?! This had to be the most ridiculous joke of my entire life!
Just as we were about to start throwing punches over this disgusting match rate, the system gave us no time to lose control.
“The experiment is now entering the second phase.”
Without any warning, the floor beneath our feet split open. A sudden weightless sensation slammed into me. Before I could grab anything, I was violently thrown into a sealed space filled with a pungent, earthy smell.
I crashed hard into a thicket of thorny bushes, rolled immediately, and sprang to my feet, scanning my surroundings warily. All I could see were towering artificial trees and damp soil.
The institute had somehow built an entire enclosed jungle underground.
A broadcast exploded overhead: “Hunting test initiated. Objective: Kill the mutated giant bear. Time limit: 24 hours. Failure will result in immediate elimination and loss of prize eligibility.”
