The Abducted Alpha And His Human Mate

2. Finding a Werewolf

 Mackenzie White's POV

There is sand in my shoes.

Everywhere around me is sand, sand, and more sand.

The sun burns hot over the entire desert like an angry ball of fire. Leyna, my female assistant, struggles to get up. Her hands and feet keep sinking into the sand. I walk up to her, grab her by the arm and help her up.

We move clumsily along the desert-like tired camels.

My time machine did this to us. It dropped us here, back in the 13th century where I hope to find a werewolf, an alpha werewolf, to be precise. It is said that the last time anyone saw a werewolf was between the 13th and 15th century AD. A whole civilization of them lives in the central part of the ancient city of Prussia, which is approximately one-hour trek from this desert.

Seconds ago, Lena and I were in my laboratory in 2077, the future. We entered my time machine, strapped our seatbelts on, shut the glass door, and set the date and location of our travel to 9 a.m., 1300, Prussia, and I pulled a little lever, and here we are.

My machine was a dream which kept me awake many nights. It is my personal invention. It has also become a money-making machine for my greedy sponsors, especially Mr. Bill Bilton, the CEO of the multibillion-dollar company, Unbar Cerebral, an organization that currently taps into and exploits my rare, scientific brain.

When I presented the first prototype six months ago to the board of directors, they laughed at my stupidity. They called the machine a "New madness", but they asked me to test it nevertheless. I rubbed my palms together and asked the secretary of the board to kindly step into the machine. I worked the tiny nobs so that the system would take him back to when he was little. Then I hit 'send' and the secretary disappeared. Everyone in the room opened their mouths. Thirty minutes later, I hit 'return' and the secretary returned. His hair was disheveled. He was crying. There was mud on his face. He walked up to me and grabbed me by my lab coat, saying I shouldn't have returned him, because he was at that point in the past when his parents were still alive, when he was ten years old and was playing in the mud with his dad in the rain.

His words made other board members decide to invest. It was a wise decision and my machine ended up generating millions of dollars for Unbar Cerebral in the first month post-launch.

My success only drove me further. It led me to my next project, my current project--- traveling back in time to extract the genes of an alpha werewolf. For what reason?

I lost my elder brother, Leo, to world war IV. He was a good soldier, the most skilled sniper in his battalion. The enemy army put a bullet through his heart one morning in camp, while his entire unit was asleep in their tents. The government presented Leo's body to me in a casket wrapped in the national flag. And I cried for many, many months unending.

I want to revenge.

But I can't fight. I have never even held a gun. I can only invent stuff.

I can engineer a robot to fight on my behalf. A super robot that can invade the presidential Villa of the enemy country and bring down the president himself for beginning a war that took my brother's life.

This super robot requires special powers. I must find an alpha wolf, convince him to allow me to extract his DNA for the project. Once I get this gene and move back to 2077, I will infuse the gene into my robot and create an efficient, fluid, deadly super fighter.

"You're getting ahead of yourself, Dr. White," one member of the board, Ms. T.D Rivera said. "What is your motivation? Do you need to see a doctor? A psychiatrist? What do we as an organization even need this robot for? I don't see how it is going profit us financially."

The others nodded at her point.

I shook my head in disappointment.

They were all so shortsighted. We could present the robot to our country's Senate so Unbar Ceberal gets funded for mass production. We're talking billions of dollars here.

But in their characteristic stubbornness, the board said they'd look into it on a later date. The meeting was indefinitely postponed. They called it a day.

Disappointed, but still highly spirited, I went back to my laboratory. Day and night, I continued to labour like a lab rat. I double-checked my facts about werewolves. It was the hardest part of my work. Collecting evidence and references. People believe creatures like werewolves are fantasies and myths and never existed.

But they actually did exist. Not only werewolves but Vampires, Witches, Pixies, Faes, Elves, and a host of all other supernatural creatures. Human civilization soon spread and advanced through time, submerging all other civilizations, so that by the fifteenth century A.D., werewolves became extinct.

In 1909, an American archaeologist, Prof. Alex Finderman, discovered the remains of the tail belonging to something never before documented. Following further enquiry, the DNA from the fossil matched that of a Vampire. Carbon-14 dating pinned the period of existence to the mid 13th century. These led to secret experiments involving the extraordinary, because the government was against the research, stating that they posed a threat to humanity.

But the government knows nothing.

I have come too far to give up. Not now. Not ever.

A Few days later, after the disappointing meeting with the board of directors, I got the shock of my life. In my lab,.the CEO of Unbar Ceberal, Mr. Bill Bilton, appeared. What did he want? He was this strict-looking man always dressed in tight-fitting suits. He was blunt and straight to the point. That was how he delivered the news of his interest in personally sponsoring my project.

I thought I heard him wrong. He repeated himself. I almost lept for joy, but I controlled myself, knowing there would be a catch. His favourite phrase was "Nothing is Free", so I waited for his bargain.

What would he say?

I didn't know yet.

But I listened.

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The Werewolf Bargain.

Mr. Bill Bilton has a heart of stone.

What's wrong with this man?

He is predictable. You always know he's going to choose the wicked, selfish options.

He wants to hunt the werewolves, capture them and bring them to our world.

For what? I asked.

For entertainment, he said. "I'll travel back in time with you. That is my catch." He was walking majestically inside my lab with his hands clasped together behind his back, observing my installations like he was trying to figure out their use. "It is my condition to sponsoring your project. You can keep the alpha werewolf for all I care. But I'll have as much as I want of the other ones. Bargain?"

"No," I said, almost blurting out. "With all due respect, we aren't hurting any werewolf. Look, sir, your competitor, WestGate Technought has been sending me messages. It would be a great loss to Unbar Cerebral if I leave to join them. We are not hurting werewolves! We only need to ask for their DNA. Ask. We aren't taking things by force."

Mr. Bill looked at me, shocked. I had never in my life stood up to him. He found me in the street as a talented eight-year-old genius and gave me a fresh start in life. He stood shocked in the lab, staring at me in a way that started to make me feel guilty. I was going to apologize when he said, "Fine. No hurting of werewolves. I'll still travel with you though. I don't want to miss any of the adventures. Or you'd deny me this too?"

I sighed. "No, sir," I said.

"Good," he said. "My men and I will go ahead of you. I need them to set up a makeshift lab, help you transport whatever equipment you'll need for a successful gene extraction in ancient Prussia. Fine?"

"Fine," I said.

He got up and buttoned his jacket.

"I'm giving you until tomorrow to get ready." He turned around and stepped out of my lab.

I sat on a tall stool and started preparation. First, I had to pack Wolves' Bane, a flower that weakened werewolves or can even kill them. Not that I need to use it, but one can't tell. I am one powerless man from the future. But wolves are big, brawny, muscly creatures. One slap from a werewolf and I am dead.

Wolf's Bane is a proof that werewolves once existed because even as they went extinct, the flower exists till this day. We at Unbar Cerebral have collected enough to make it into a powder that could be infused into a bullet or sprinkled in the air.

Leyna soon joined me in the lab. She assisted in packing up syringes, notepads, a mini cold storage device, so the heat from the past doesn't mess up with the extracted wolf DNA samples.

A day after, I and Leyna used the time machine, which vomited us into the desert on the outskirts of Prussia, and here we are, walking under the sun, tracking nearer and nearer to the camp set up by Mr. Bill and some of our colleagues from Unbar.

I soon see the ancient city gate towering in the distance above a desert sand dune. Finally, Leyna and I are at our destination. Sounds of machines blaring from inside the gates was a sign that we were at the right place.

We reach and the gatekeepers are told to open up. They operated a level to let the gate down. Obviously, Mr. Bill Bilton has done his background work properly.

Leyna and I step into what looks like a medieval city. It looks enormous and endless with lots of buildings inside.

"Welcome to the city of Prussia," a local man, who speaks English, says. "Your master waits for you in that house over there."

He points at a sturdy brick building that looks like it is painted with sand. That must be the place reserved as the lab for everything we'll be doing.

Lena and I walk towards the house. We knock, the door opens, and there, standing before us, is Mr. Bill.

A smile curls up his dry lips. "You're right, Dr. White, there are werewolves here!" He affirms, unable to keep the delight from his voice. "They really do exist. Great one, Mackenzie." He called me by my name and not my surname this time. He is indeed pumped, I guess.

"Have you been able to get an Alpha to allow us to take his DNA, sir?" Leyna bringing back a serious expression on Mr. Bill's face.

"Getting an Alpha was not an easy task but we were able to get what we wanted based on some compromises. We should be expecting him right about..." He paused, tapping his fingers near his face as if playing on a piano, looking at one of his men questioningly. The man nodded affirmatively. "...right about now! Gentlemen, let's go welcome our guest shall we." He leads the way into the room.

Leyna and I look at each other, confusion etched on our faces. She shrugs as if saying, "Let's see what he has for us" and then follows behind him briskly.

We get to a section of the room where we see a man in chains.

"Is this the wolf?" I ask.

"Yes," says Mr. Bill. "He is extremely dangerous."

"He doesn't look dangerous to me." Even from his sitting position, it is easy to see he is tall. He is also muscular with grey flowing hair that stops at his wide, angular shoulders. He has got deep grey eyes and smoothly tanned skin. He doesn't look like a beast.

"Believe me," says Mr. Bill. " Don't go close "

Something is strange about this wolf.

Without my volition, I am being pulled towards him. He grows increasingly aggravated, like I'm making him scared. He is pulling on his chains like he wants to escape. Leyna stands by my side, asking me not to go close.

Why am I noticing his eyes? I wonder. Who exactly is he? Why can"t I stop staring into his eyes and why do I feel so much pain all of a sudden? I have no idea why my eyes are watering uncontrollably.

Suddenly, our eyes lock and he lets out an ear-piercing growl; "MINE!"

He groans in agony, wanting to move towards me despite the chains holding him back.

Can someone explain why is this breath-taking man is calling me Mine and why am I feeling this way!