Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 243

Him pov

The buzzing fluorescent lights above me give the faces of the men and women gathering around me a chilly, manufactured shine.

Engineers, strategists, soldiers - they’ve all played their part in what we’re about to witness. I stand at the head of the room, my back to the large steel door that separates us from what’s waiting beyond. I’ve waited a long time for this moment, sacrificed so much for it. Planned for it. And now, it’s finally here.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” I begin, my voice steady, catching their attention in an instant. “For years, we’ve fought these creatures - these beasts who are pretending to be men and women. We hunted them, weakened them, but we never had the upper hand. At least, not yet.”

I pause, letting my words settle over them. Their eyes are glued on me, filled with excitement and unease. They know something is coming, it's just that they don’t know what.

“Until now,” I continue, my lips curling into a faint smile. “What you’re about to witness is the future of this war. A tool that will ensure we no longer simply react to their movements or run around the forests, chasing them like a bunch of lunatics. Now, we will have a tool that will give us control.”

I turn to the technician standing by the control panel. “Open it.”

The technician hesitates, just for a moment, before nodding and inputting the four digit safety key. The steel door behind me groans as it begins to slide open. The lights flicker as the door fully opens, revealing the room hidden behind the door. It’s dark, save for the single spotlight illuminating the figure in the center.

The weapon. My weapon.

The very thing that used to be a man. It’s chained to the floor, its body hunched and trembling, its breath coming in ragged gasps. Its skin is pale, almost gray, its veins blackened and pulsing with the poison coursing through its system.

Wolfsbane.

The engineers call it “Enhanced Formula 6”, but I prefer to call it progress.

The creature lifts its head, its eyes blazing with a feral hunger. It growls, low and guttural, the sound travels through the room like a warning. But there’s no thought or understanding behind that growl. No recognition, no pure purpose. It’s not a man anymore.

“This,” I say, gesturing to the thing in the cage, “is what happens when you combine wolfsbane with science. A perfect predator - stronger, faster. And most importantly, controlled.”

One of the engineers clears her throat, her voice a little shaky. “Sir, the effects of the serum are still unstable. The subjects-”

“The weapon,” I correct, my tone a low warning. “Not subjects. Not men. Weapons.”

She flinches but nods, her gaze dropping to the floor. Good, they need to understand that there’s no room for sentimentality in war.

I step closer to the creature, close enough to see the way its muscles tense, the way its nostrils flare as it picks up my scent. It’s hungry. Desperate. Perfect.

“With this,” I say, turning back to the group, “we can turn their own kind against them. Wolves. Bears. Vampires. They’re all too weak to fight the serum. Once it takes hold, they lose themselves completely. They become ours. And from there, they do anything we tell them to. To sweeten the beautiful deal, there’s no cure for our creation, so even if some of those monsters manage to hide away, there’s no saving for those who have been injected with our masterpiece.”

“Is it safe to deploy in the field?” One of the soldiers asks, his voice edged with skepticism. I understand the feeling, really. When I first thought of this idea, even I assumed I was going mad, but not anymore. It works, I know it does.

I smile and motion to the creature. “Let’s find out. Release it.”

The technician hesitates again, but another sharp look from me sends him moving. He presses a button, and the chains binding the creature snap free. The beast rises to its full height, its movements jerky and unnatural, but there’s no mistaking the power in its frame. It snarls, turning toward the group of soldiers at the back of the room.

“Easy,” I murmur, stepping into its line of sight. Its eyes lock onto me, and for a moment, I wonder if the serum has fully taken hold. Then it lowers its head, crouching slightly, waiting for a command. “Attack,” I say, my voice calm, leaving no room for arguments.

The beast lunges, moving faster than any wolf I’ve ever seen. It’s on the soldier in seconds, claws raking across his chest, teeth sinking into his shoulder. The man screams, the sound short-lived as the creature throws him aside like a rag doll.

The others draw their weapons, but I raise a hand. “Stand down. This is a demonstration, not a battle.”

The beast growls, pacing in a circle, its bloodlust clear in those wild eyes that keep darting from face to face. I watch it carefully, my heart pounding in my chest. This is the moment. “Return,” I command.

For a second, it doesn’t move. Then, slowly, it turns and moves back toward me. It kneels, its head bowing low, waiting for its next command.

“Controlled,” I say, my voice sounds steady even despite the adrenaline that is surging through me. I want to jump and clap like a kid, to show my excitement, but instead, I remain professional and clear my throat. “Efficient. Unstoppable.”

There’s a murmur of approval from the group, though I can still see the doubt lingering in some of their eyes. They’ll come around, they always do simply because they know what’s best for them.

I glance back at the creature, at the weapon we’ve created. It’s a monster, yes, but it’s our monster. The supernaturals think they’re strong, think they’re untouchable, but not for long - they’ve never faced anything like this.

“Prepare it for deployment,” I say and turn back to the technician. “And double the production. I want a dozen more ready by the end of the week.”

“Yes, sir,” the technician says, her voice barely above a whisper.

I step back and watch how the creature willingly places its large limbs into the chains and watches me while the steel door slides shut again, hiding my precious creation from the world.

Kaiden came here, throwing around demands and ignoring our true potential. He’s sure there’s nothing and no one that could ever stop him. Think again, prick.

He wants a war.

A war is what I’ll grant.