My Dad Is An SSS Lycan!

Chapter 3

Diana had long gone, her high heels tapping dryly against the cold iron hallway, leaving behind Elena’s desperate screams. The door hadn’t even shut completely when one of the guards kicked it back open, just like the one before, this man’s eyes were filled with lechery.

"Even after getting beaten up, she still looks delicious.” another man sneered, his grotesque laugh echoing through the icy room: “Fair-skinned like this… what a waste for the research team to just keep her locked up. Why not take her for a test run first?"

"Stay away from me!" Elena shouted, kicking clumsily, trying to maintain some distance, but they surrounded her in a circle. A hard slap sent her tumbling to the ground. The metallic stench of blood filled her mouth. She struggled to get up but was yanked back by her hair.

"A little fun won’t kill you, ha ha ha!"

Elena thrashed, her nails raking across the face of the speaker, leaving a deep, bleeding scratch. But before she could pull away, a fist slammed into her stomach like a hammer, making her vomit on the spot. She collapsed, trembling violently, her breathing ragged.

She wanted to scream, but her throat could only manage a hoarse rasp. Amid the haze, she heard a faint cry… the fragile, childlike sobbing… of her daughter… echoing from the glass-walled room behind her.

"Mommy..."

That fragile voice stabbed through Elena’s heart like a blade. Her vision blurred further, her body nearly lifeless as the three brutes grabbed her, reaching to tear her clothes.

Then suddenly, a sharp c***k, like the sound of space itself fracturing, rang out.

Everyone in the room froze. The heavy metal door outside, which had always been shut tight… flew open, untouched by any hand.

A figure stood amidst the swirling mist.

Slowly. No footsteps. Not a single breath.

But there was something, something like the sky collapsing, spreading from where he stood. A crushing weight, unseen yet overwhelming. A few men began backing away in fear.

“W-what the hell is that…”

“I… I can’t breathe…”

“Is the gravity… increasing…?”

The man stepped inside, his long black coat sweeping across the cold tile floor, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

Elena was unconscious.

The little girl barely conscious, raised a feeble hand toward that figure, whispering: “Daddy…”

Zeyan’s body trembled. The bloodline bond surged within him, confirming instantly that the girl truly was his daughter.

The man with the scratched face screamed: “Who the hell are you?! Who gave you—”

He didn’t get to finish. His knees buckled as if struck by an invisible force from above. He shrieked like a man being crushed under a collapsing building. Blood burst from his nose, his eyes rolled back.

“Gaaah, !! It hurts… I… can’t… stand…!”

“There’s something wro—”

Another guard dropped, his spine contorted, foaming at the mouth.

Zeyan took another step forward.

The pressure surged like a wave of invisible shock, crashing down on every chest in the room.

No one understood what was happening. They only knew that as long as this man stood there, their bodies couldn’t resist, their hearts raced, lungs burned like fire.

“H-he’s not human…”

“Not a Beta…”

“Alpha…? No, no way… what is he…?”

Someone trembled, screaming in panic: “What kind of monster is standing in front of us?!”

Zeyan didn’t answer.

He slowly walked to Elena’s collapsed form, lifting her battered body gently, draping his coat over her. With his other hand, he reached out, lightly touching the glass door of the chamber where their daughter lay.

It opened automatically. Without a sound.

The little girl blinked, once again whispering: “Daddy…”

Zeyan nodded: “Daddy’s here.”

He didn’t look at the others again. His voice rang out, cold and flat, nearly emotionless:

“Anyone who touches my daughter and wife… will not leave here intact.”

Just one sentence, but each word fell like a mountain onto the minds of the survivors.

One by one, they collapsed to their knees. Some tried to resist, but blood began pouring from their ears and eyes. They could only wail and beg, no more arrogance, no more insults. Only fear remained.

Fear so deep they didn’t dare breathe.

Fear so suffocating… that even fainting felt like mercy.

Moments later, the room fell into silence… broken only by the faint gasps and sobs of those who had come face to face with something… they couldn’t even name.

Then came the sound of hurried footsteps in the hallway, cutting through the damp air thick with blood. A few men in black stormed in and only to freeze at the sight before them. A tall man stood in the center of the ruined lab, blood pooling on the cracked tiles, the bodies of several guards still twitching, like victims of a violent tempest. And at the very center, the cold, commanding figure of Zeyan Wang, the man they all knew by one name in the organization: Boss Silverfang.

Beside him was a little girl, about three years old. Her face was pale, lips bluish, and a blood-transfusion needle still pierced her tiny arm. She clutched at Zeyan’s sleeve instinctively, as if only his familiar scent could offer her safety in this hell.

One of the men stepped forward, face full of shock and disbelief: “Is… is that your daughter, sir?”

“They… they must have a death wish, doing this to your wife and child…”

None of them had ever imagined that a child could make their Boss’s expression change, or that he had a family.

Lucas came forward and asked: “Then… what do we do next, Boss?”

Zeyan didn’t turn his head. His voice was frigid as death: “Investigate. Drag every bastard involved into the light. Anyone who signed it, ordered it, or stood by and watched, I want every last one of them named.”

“Yes, sir!” they chorused, all knowing full well: when Boss Silverfang gave an order, not even leveling an entire organization would be too much to fulfill it.

Zeyan sat down, gently touching his daughter’s wrist. Ice cold. Her pulse was so faint it could vanish at any moment. Without hesitation, he rolled up his sleeve, drew a dagger, slit a vein in his wrist, and connected the transfusion line. His blood, the blood of the highest-ranking Lycan, the sole bearer of the golden gene, began flowing into his daughter’s fragile body. Watching the tube turn from clear to deep crimson, he whispered, almost inaudibly: “It’s alright now. Daddy’s here…”