My Dad Is An SSS Lycan!

Chapter 3: Daddy Is Here.

The sound of Diana’s high heels had completely faded down the corridor, leaving behind the metal door a growing chorus of crude laughter. One of the guards who had just entered looked Elena up and down where she was being held on the floor, the intent in his eyes so obvious that she immediately tried to drag herself backward toward the wall. He laughed and turned to the men beside him: “Beaten up this badly and she’s still beautiful. It’d be a damn waste for those researchers to just keep her locked up in here.”

Elena clenched both hands, gathering what little strength she had left before kicking hard at the man approaching her: “Stay away from me!”

The kick did not have enough force to knock him down, only making him retreat half a step before his expression instantly turned vicious. A slap struck her across the face, tilting her body sideways as the familiar taste of blood once again flooded her mouth. She braced a hand against the floor and tried to get up, only for someone to seize her hair from behind and yank her back into the middle of the men surrounding her.

“A little fun isn’t going to kill you.”

Elena gritted her teeth and twisted around, raking her nails hard across the face of the man holding her. Four bloody scratches immediately appeared from his cheek down to his jaw. He let go in pain, and the instant she gained even a little space, she started crawling toward the door. She had barely made it any distance when a fist drove straight into her stomach. The force folded her over, her stomach spasming violently before she vomited onto the floor.

Elena’s breathing turned chaotic, both arms trembling as she tried to support the weight of her body. Curses sounded directly above her, followed by several hands grabbing her shoulders and wrists at once and dragging her back. She bit the nearest hand, kicked repeatedly at the men forcing her down, and clawed at anything within reach. Her body had already taken too many blows, and every attempt to fight back was weaker than the one before, yet fear kept Elena resisting, because the hands tugging at her clothes made it painfully clear what they intended to do.

Amid the laughter and ragged breathing, a faint sound from the glass-walled room reached Elena’s ears.

“Mommy...”

She immediately turned toward Lyra. The child was still restrained on the experiment table, her eyes barely able to open, her face deathly pale after repeated blood draws. The call was so weak it was almost drowned out by the machinery, but Elena still heard it clearly. She struggled violently once more, her shoulder burning with pain as she tried to tear free from the hands restraining her: “Lyra...”

One of the men behind her pinned both of her arms while another was just about to bend down when a sudden cracking sound came from the direction of the door. The noise was sharp and violent enough to make everyone in the room freeze, all eyes turning toward the corridor at once.

The metal door that had been tightly locked burst free of its latch and slammed hard to one side. Cold air rushed in from the hallway, sweeping with it the thin layer of dust still suspended around the frame, and then a tall figure slowly stepped through the white light beyond.

The guards who had been so aggressive only moments ago immediately felt an invisible weight pressing down on their chests. One of them instinctively staggered backward, clutching his throat as breathing became difficult: “What the f**k is this...?”

The man beside him also began gasping, his knees buckling slightly beneath the steadily mounting pressure: “I... can’t breathe...”

Zeyan Wang stepped into the room, the hem of his black coat sweeping across the cold tile floor, his gaze fixed directly on Elena where she lay among the men. The blood on her face had dried into streaks, her wrists were bruised dark purple, her clothes had been pulled into disarray, and after struggling for so long, her body was barely reacting anymore.

Elena lost consciousness just before he reached her.

Behind the glass, Lyra still retained a trace of awareness. Through eyes clouded with exhaustion, the little girl looked at the figure who had just appeared, one tiny hand lifting slightly from the table as though she wanted to reach for him. The bloodline within the child’s body reacted to Zeyan’s presence faster than conscious thought ever could, and a very soft word slipped from her pale lips: “Daddy...”

Zeyan’s steps faltered for an instant.

The resonance surged through their bloodlines immediately, so clear and direct that every remaining doubt vanished. The little girl before him truly was his daughter, carrying his blood, and through the bond that had just formed, he could also feel the weakened state of her body.

The man whose face Elena had scratched glared at Zeyan and snarled, trying to hide the panic rising inside him: “Who the hell are you? Who let you in—”

Before he could finish the sentence, both knees slammed hard into the floor. The pressure of the bloodline crashed down on him, forcing his entire body to curl inward as blood immediately poured from his nose. A scream of pain tore out of him when he tried to push himself up, only for his body to completely refuse to obey.

Another man who had just backed away half a step also collapsed to his knees, his back spasming, his breathing so disordered that only harsh wheezing came out. The ones still standing stared at one another in horror, none of them understanding what was happening to their own bodies.

“He’s not a Beta...”

“An Alpha? This pressure...”

One man standing close to the wall watched Zeyan advance deeper into the room, his face turning deathly pale: “What the hell is he?”

Zeyan walked past the men forced to their knees under the pressure, went straight to Elena, and crouched down. He slipped one arm behind her back and the other beneath her knees, lifting her battered body with extreme care. He pulled off his coat and wrapped it fully around Elena before carrying her to a safe spot near the door. Only then did he turn toward the room where Lyra lay.

The glass door opened automatically when Zeyan touched the control panel. He stepped up to the experiment table, his gaze settling on the dense needle marks covering her small arm, the bruises left by the restraints, and skin so cold that nearly all its healthy color had disappeared. Lyra blinked at him weakly, her breathing faint, then called again: “Daddy...”

Zeyan reached out and gently touched his daughter’s hair: “Daddy’s here.”

The men still alive behind him began trying to crawl backward, but the bloodline pressure had already left their limbs weak and useless. Zeyan turned his head, his gaze passing over each of them before stopping on the man who had just put his hands on Elena: “Anyone who touched my wife or my daughter today shouldn’t expect to leave this place in one piece.”

The pressure in the room instantly grew heavier. One after another, those still trying to endure it collapsed to their knees. Several began bleeding from their ears and the corners of their eyes, pleas for mercy mixing with gasping breaths throughout the room. The same men who only minutes earlier had treated Elena like an object they could toy with however they pleased could now do nothing but bow low against the floor, struggling beneath a power whose rank they could not even identify.

Rapid footsteps soon approached from the corridor. Lucas led a group of people dressed in black into the room, then stopped the moment he saw the scene before him. Guards lay scattered across the floor, the laboratory equipment had been knocked out of place, Elena was unconscious beneath Zeyan’s coat, and the little girl on the table still had an IV needle inserted into her arm.

One member of the group looked at Lyra, unable to hide his shock: “Boss... is that little girl your daughter?”

The man beside him immediately looked toward Elena, his expression changing as well when he saw the injuries covering her body: “They actually dared do this to your wife and daughter...”

Lucas stepped forward, looked over Lyra’s condition, then asked: “Boss, how should we deal with the people here?”

Zeyan pressed two fingers to his daughter’s wrist to check her pulse. Her heartbeat was extremely weak, her skin abnormally cold, and the readings on the monitor were still falling little by little. He watched for only a few seconds before giving the order: “Investigate this entire facility. The person who gave the orders, the ones who signed off on them, everyone directly involved—I want all of them.”

“Understood.”

The people who had come with Lucas immediately dispersed to search the adjoining rooms. Zeyan pushed up his sleeve, drew the short knife he carried with him, and cut a line across his wrist. Blood immediately welled out. He connected a direct transfusion line to the tubing already attached to Lyra’s arm, allowing blood carrying the highest-ranking Lycan bloodline and the sole golden gene to flow into the small body that was steadily weakening.

Red quickly filled the transparent tube. Zeyan held his wrist steady, his gaze fixed on his daughter’s pale face as the first drops of blood entered Lyra’s body, his voice lowering softly: “It’s all right now. Daddy’s here.”