Alpha Rebellion

Chapter 560: Alaric’s Nightmare

Chapter 560: Alaric’s Nightmare

Realizing that screaming and struggling would get him nowhere, Alaric forced himself to think. Since violence

wouldn't work, maybe, just maybe, he could reach the part of his mother that still loved him.

"What do you plan to do to me, Mother?" Alaric rasped, his voice hoarse and raw from shouting.

Zara paused mid-motion, a syringe halfway filled with a clear, viscous solution intended to use on him. Her hand

stilled as she turned toward him, surprise in her eyes.

It was the first tAlaric had called her "Mother" since this nightmare began. Before now, it had always been

"Zara" or "Bitch," as if the word mother burned his tongue.

For a brief moment, her expression softened. She set the syringe on the metal tray and crossed to his side.

"Alaric, baby?" she whispered, testing him.

Alaric lay restrained on the cold table, sweat beading across his brow. Between the suppressor cuffs and the

physical strain of fighting, he looked fragile and vulnerable. One might even said he lost weight.

"Why are you doing this to me?" His voice cracked, heavy with anguish. "Why, Mother?"

Zara cupped his face, wiping the sweat tenderly. "Because | want my son back," she said softly. "My sweet,

obedient Alaric, not this violent creature who curses and fights me. | don’t even recognize you anymore."

"Fine, I'm sorry," Alaric gasped, his chest heaving. "Just remove the suppressor cuffs. | miss my wolf, Mother. It's

been days... | feel empty, and hollow inside. Please mother, it’s killing me."

Zara smiled faintly, threading her hand through his damp hair. "I know, my love. Don’t worry, the cuffs will come

off soon. | can’t perform the procedure without you and your wolf in perfect equilibrium."

Dread clawed at Alaric’s insides. He forced his voice to stay calm. "What procedure?"

Then he turned his head and saw the strange, crown-like device with a matte metal frbranched into delicate

braided wires, and fine mesh petals overlapping it.

His blood ran cold. "What is that, Mother?"

Zara followed his gaze. "Oh, that? The Mnemosyne Crown," she said casually, almost proudly.

Alaric’s pulse spiked, but he kept his tone calm. "Why am | only hearing about this now? You never mentioned it

to me."

"That's because your father ordered the project shut down after we lost a subject..." Zara trailed off, realizing

that was the wrong thing to say to her son that she was about to perform the sexperiment on.

Alaric’s heart stopped. "Lost...?"

Zara's tone turned exasperated. "Technically, the experiment didn’t kill him. He just wasn’t strong enough. His

mind fractured and he went feral. We had no choice but to put him down. Besides, he was a convicted criminal

awaiting execution, anyway. It was a calculated risk."

Alaric’s fury rose, though he kept his voice measured. "He didn’t agree to this. You experimented on him without

his consent." His breath caught as a horrifying realization dawned. "And now you plan to do the sthing to

——

His wild gaze swung to the two guards stationed by the door. "Did you hear that?!" Alaric shouted, straining

against his restraints. "You're going to stand there and let her torture your future Alpha?!"

For the first time, hesitation showed in their eyes, a crack in their unquestioning obedience to their Luna.

Zara rolled her eyes. "Oh, con, Alaric, stop being tic. Do you really think I'm cruel enough to harm my

own son?"

Alaric grunted, yanking at the leather straps binding his wrists to prove his point without words.

Zara told him, "I've spent over twenty-four hours perfecting the Mnemosyne Crown. You can rest assured, you're

not going to die. There will be side effects, of course, but nothing I can’t manage."

Alaric froze. "What did you just say?"

Zara's voice grew soothing, as if she were speaking to a frightened child. "The purpose of this procedure is

simple. Once it's done, your memories of that girl, Violet, will be completely erased. She'll be gone from your life

forever, and I'll finally have my son back. My real son. There may be sshort-term blackouts, maybe a little

disorientation, but that’s normal after such a major neurological procedure. With rehabilitation, you'll be perfect

again."

"Oh my God," Alaric whispered in horror. "You've lost your mind."

"No," Zara snapped. "I'm doing what any mother would do if she were about to lose her son to a witch like Violet.

This is science, Alaric. Surely, you'll understand."

"There are boundaries you don’t cross in science!" Alaric roared, thrashing against the restraints. "And the fact

you're willing to do this to your own son makes you a monster!"

Alaric was done playing nice. Nothing was going to change his mother, he could see it. The woman had finally

lost it.

"Does Father even know about this?!" He demanded. "No matter how spineless you think he is, do you really

believe he'd applaud you for this?!"

Ignoring him, Zara went and picked up the syringe, saying, "By the tyour father learns what I've

accomplished here, your concerns will be meaningless."

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"Vitals," Zara commanded.

"Heart rate steady at eighty-two BPM," the doctor reported, glancing at the screen. "Blood pressure is stable.

Oxygen saturation is ninety-nine percent."

"Good, " Zara said with satisfaction. She turned to face the Mnemosyne Crown, its dark metallic petals gleaming

like something born of nightmares.

"Take off the suppressor. It's time," she announced coldly.