The Rejected Mate

Chapter 110

Chapter 110

Alaric’s POV

The General didn’t last long in the interrogation session, after sometimes answering some relevant questions he was supposed to keep to himself, he fell. One moment, his body was sprawled on the cold stone floor, lifeless, and the next moment, the rogues in the room were laughing, shouting, screaming and congratulating each other as if they had just won some great battle, of course they had one a great battle. Their happiness filled the room like a thick cloud, their voices echoing off the walls, loud and triumphant.

I stood frozen in the wall keeping to the little shadow, my stomach turning, my heart sinking. I had expected something like this—after all, I had seen the pill take effect. But to see the General, a man of such strength and power, reduced to nothing more than a lifeless corpse was too much. It didn’t sit right. It never would.

The cat-masked man, who had been overseeing everything, turned to the others with a smug grin on his face. “Well done, everyone,” he said, clapping his hands together. “Another successful trial. Another successful victory.”

The room erupted in applause. I could barely stomach it. The sound of their hands slapping together, of their laughter, was so wrong. So twisted. They were celebrating a man’s death like it was nothing, like it was just another step in their cruel little game.

I wanted to do something—anything. But I knew that if I moved, if I made a sound, they’d hear me and it would turn into a big trouble for the three of us. I couldn’t risk being discovered, and I could not risk Ryan and anielle. At that instant I remembered the both of them and turned to stare at them, their faces were pale of color and ghostlike, they sat frozen on the cold floor, their mouth hanging in shock of what just happened and the effect of the great product. I know damn well what would be running in their mind; if the product would be tested in us.

So I stayed quiet and gentle, barely breathing, my eyes glued to the scene in front of me. I could feel the bile rise in my throat as I watched them. These rogues weren’t just criminals. They were monsters, feeding off the misery and suffering of others.

It wasn’t just the death of the General that bothered me. It was the realization that the pill had somehow shown some kind of crazy reaction. Sure, the General had gotten back up, but he wasn’t alive. He was nothing more than a puppet. He was nothing more than dead. The pill was so.... It was obvious now. I couldn’t even imagine what would happen if they perfected it—if they made batches of it. The world would be in chaos. I shuddered at the thought.

The cat-masked man’s eyes shifted to the white-masked woman, who had been silent throughout the entire ordeal. She didn’t react to the General’s death, didn’t show any emotion. She was cold, calculating—an enigma.

“Tell me, when will the full version of the pill be ready? I can't imagine the signs and wonders it would work if the non version of it could be so crazy and effective.” the black-masked man asked, his voice tight with expectation. There was no room for hesitation in his tone.

The white-masked woman didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she seemed to be considering his words carefully, her head tilting ever so slightly. When she finally spoke, her voice was calm and level. “I need more precious herbs, the ones I had have been exhausted in making more of these pills, so I need a large amount of the herb's” she said, her words deliberate. “And it's not really like I am over using the herbs but you know the quantity for it. The ones with me are exhausted or rather about to exhaust. And I’ve learned something important about the pill.”

The black-masked man narrowed his eyes, intrigued. “ohhh that means we would go hunting for more herb's and refill your stock." He replied thoughtfully, his eyes darting to our side and the dead general.

And then as if he remembered something, he jerked his head up. "What’s that? Want did you learn about the pill while studying it?” he asked, clearly interested.

“The pill doesn’t work on women, I just found out that it won't be able to work on women” she replied, her voice cold but clear. “The dosage is too strong for them. Their brain constitution is different from men’s. The pill cannot be used on them. Never, even if you try hard or change the chemical substance.”

I felt a jolt of surprise at her words. Women. It was strange. In all my time in this world, I had never thought of the differences in how men and women might respond to the pill. But the way she spoke about it, so casually, it made me realize just how much thought they had put into their plans. And it wasn’t good.

The cat-masked man looked irritated, his fingers tapping against his mask as if trying to process this new information. “So, you’re saying the women captives are useless to us? If there's no modification to the pills they can make it work on them? What a pill indeed!” His voice was sharp, full of frustration, his nose flared showing how angry he was.

The white-masked woman didn’t flinch. “Yes,” she replied simply. “No matter how much we torture them, they won’t give us any information. The pill doesn’t work on them, so they are of no use to us. And there's no modification that can be done to make it work, I already told you earlier.”

The rogues in the room exchanged glances, some nodding in agreement, others looking disappointed. I could feel my heart racing. They were talking about the women captives like they were nothing—nothing but tools to be used and discarded when they no longer served a purpose.

“What should we do with them, then? If the pills won't work on them and there's no modification to make it better, and despite being tortured, they are refusing to release information, what should we do with them then?” the cat-masked man asked, his voice low, as though he was trying to decide whether or not this was an inconvenience or an opportunity.

The white-masked woman’s answer was chilling. “Sell them,” she said with no hesitation. “We can make money off of them. If they can’t serve us and give us the information we so desire and need, they might as well serve someone else and make lots of money for our well being and in the production of the other pills.”

The words hit me like a slap in the face. So they were to be sold! The women were to be sold as slaves!