(Lucas’ POV).
“Damn it, there’s something wrong!”
I couldn’t shake the unease crawling up my spine. My fingers twitched, restless, and my stomach clenched uncomfortably, like a dull ache gnawing at my insides.
It wasn’t pain—not the kind that came from sickness or injury. No, this was different.
I was an Alpha. I didn’t get sick easily.
Yet, here I was, gripping the edge of the lab table, my pulse erratic, my body screaming at me that something was off.
My wolf was on edge too, pacing in my mind like a caged beast, restless and growling, urging me to move—to go. But go where?
I exhaled sharply, forcing my gaze back to the beaker in front of me. The liquid inside shimmered under the fluorescent light, the faint scent of chemicals burning my nostrils.
This experiment wasn’t compli
