The Genetic Bride: Alpha's Obsession

Chapter 6: Classified Subject

SEBASTIAN

The machines hadn’t stopped humming since the night she closed her eyes—not until the miracle of the morning she finally opened them again.

Down here, in the subterranean levels beneath the island fortress where no natural sunlight could ever reach and no outsider could ever hope to find us—time moved according to different laws.

This entire underground facility wasn't just a laboratory; it was a high-tech vault buried deep within the earth, completely isolated from the rest of the world. I had funded the construction of this facility years ago under the guise of commercial biotech development. The Whitlock Group was known globally for producing high-quality laboratory equipment and expanding the boundaries of specialized scientific research. But beneath its corporate face, I had spent a fortune quietly funding a brilliant, hyper-specialized scientific team led by my cousin and closest confidant, Dr. Callum Keller—the head scientist of what we covertly classified as Project Genesis.

Callum’s team specialized in advanced cellular cloning. Up until now, the project had remained strictly classified—a theoretical secret meant to be introduced to the world only if its human trials ever succeeded.

I never could have anticipated that a horrific tragedy would strike my own life, forcing Bella to become the project's very first subject. I had been entirely devastated, driven mad by a desperate need to bring her back from the dead. Utilizing Callum’s absolute genius and incomparable grasp of genetic science, we did the impossible.

We recreated her.

And this time, I engineered her reality so she would remember only me.

I stood silently in front of the reinforced observation glass inside Callum’s private office, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. My gaze remained locked onto the glowing medical monitors while my mind was heavy with the staggering reality of what we had achieved. On the screen, Bella lay still beneath the crisp white sheets, her chest rising and falling in a rhythmic, gentle cycle.

So alive.

It had taken nearly a year of agonizing failures and desperate science to successfully bring her back to this moment.

“She’s stabilizing far better than we originally expected,” Callum noted from behind his sleek desk, the tapping of his keyboard breaking the silence. “Her vitals are entirely steady, her brain activity is completely normal, and her physical cellular density is actually stronger than our initial models predicted.”

I didn't turn around to face him. My unblinking focus stayed anchored to the video feed. “She spoke my name.”

“That’s an extraordinary sign,” Callum replied, his tone shifting into a more measured, professional cadence. “It proves she’s responding exactly to the neurological pathways we programmed. The subconscious memory conditioning worked flawlessly, Sebastian. She naturally perceives you as someone she trusts implicitly.”

I tilted my head slightly, my eyes narrowing as I watched her sleep. “She doesn’t just look like her, Callum. She feels like her.”

Callum raised a brow but remained quiet, allowing the weight of my statement to hang in the sterile air.

Slowly, I turned away from the glass to fix him with a sharp, probing look.

“My wolf can instantly sense when something is wrong or unnatural,” I continued, my voice dropping into a low rumble. “But when I am near her... my beast doesn't question her identity for a single second. That isn't just the result of clever memory manipulation. That is something much deeper.”

I didn't know exactly what I was feeling. But this Bella felt completely real to my hyper-tuned senses. I knew she no longer carried the physical crescent scar of my mating mark on her shoulder, yet every raw, predatory instinct screamed inside my chest, insisting that she belonged to me.

Callum leaned back in his leather chair, his expression turning deeply earnest.

“We didn’t just create a cheap copy of her, Sebastian. We literally rebuilt her from the ground up, cell by genetic cell,” he reminded me. “Every single DNA strand was meticulously extracted from the biological tissue samples you brought me from the clearing—her hair, her skin cells, her blood. The quantum replication process we utilized perfectly preserved her unique biological essence.”

I didn't counter him because I knew he was right. For eleven grueling months, I had been desperately clinging to the impossible hope that Bella could breathe again. And now, against all the laws of nature, she was reborn.

“The feeling you have about her is completely normal. She's still the same Bella you were with, after all.” Callum acknowledged. He gestured to the complex data streams on his monitor to explain further. “We utilized an accelerated bio-cellular scaffolding process. Instead of letting a clone grow naturally over decades, we suspended her DNA in a synthetic amniotic fluid that forces cellular division to happen at a thousand times the normal rate. Her physical body matured to the exact age of twenty-one in a matter of months, resulting in a form physically identical to the original Bella. Once her brain was fully formed, we used tailored neuro-mapping to trigger selective memory imprints.”

His gaze settled on me, and he added, “We systematically bypassed the trauma, leaving just enough baseline memories to anchor her heart directly to you.”

I stared back at him, a heavy, familiar guilt gnawing at my soul despite the triumph of science.

“She wasn’t just born again,” Callum added slowly. “She was structurally rebuilt. You begged me to find a way to undo what happened that night. This was the perfect path.”

I looked back through the glass, observing the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

My Bella…

I didn’t argue any further. I had placed my ultimate trust in Callum's intellect, and he had delivered a miracle.

“This project remains permanently buried,” I commanded, my tone turning deadly serious. “No one outside of this room ever speaks of it. If even a single whisper leaks to the rival packs or the human authorities, I will burn this entire facility to ash myself.”

Callum nodded without hesitation. “Understood. Every scientist on this floor signed a lifetime non-disclosure agreement, and their loyalty is absolute. I assure you, your secret is safe.”

I held his gaze for a second longer before stepping away from the glass.

“You know exactly why I had to do this,” I muttered under my breath.

Callum hesitated, his fingers hovering over his clipboard before he voiced the one question I dreaded most. “And what happens if she somehow uncovers the truth of what she is?”

I paused at the threshold of the doorway, my grip tightening against the cold brass handle until the metal groaned. “Then I’ll deal with the consequences myself.”

I left the laboratory without another word.

The past was a kingdom I destroyed with my own monstrous hands. Accidentally taking her life in that storm had utterly shattered me. The agonizing months of watching her floating in a stasis tank had stripped me completely bare—of my pride, my toxic need for control, and the arrogant Alpha power I once thought made me invincible. What was left of me was just a man begging the universe for a second chance.

For the first time in my entire life, I didn’t want to force the bond anymore. I didn’t need to conquer her mind, nor did I need to win her compliance.

I just wanted her to be whole.

Whether she eventually remembered the monster I used to be, or whether she chose to walk away from me forever once she healed—I would accept it.

I would wait.

Because this time, I wouldn’t lock her in a cage. This time, her story belonged entirely to her. She would choose her own destiny.

Not me.