Primals (Reverse Harem 1)

Sensible, yes. Compliant, no.

“Who are you?” I ask, though I know I’m not likely to get any answers. Still it’s worth a try. When I get out of here, I intend to have a name to put to that voice before I tear the owner limb from limb.

“Ah, but you already know the answer, don’t you, Clarissa Wagner?”

“No, I don’t,” I answer, frowning.

I only know Cats were behind this but not the specifics.

“It’s unfair that you know my name but I don’t know yours, or that I can’t even see your face. What? Are you afraid of me?”

I hear a chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” I ask.

“That must be the Cat in you taunting me. But I’m afraid, I’ll have to pass.”

“So, you are afraid of me.”

“Perhaps. After all, I don’t know you that well...yet.”

That last word sends a shiver up my spine, but I suppress it midway. “What are you planning on doing to me?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m just going to get to know you. We Cats are curious creatures, after all.”

Which means they’re going to run some tests, the thought of which makes my stomach churn. I’ve been a scientist long enough to have a pretty good idea of what kinds of tests they’d be likely to run. If it were me, in my

lab, with a new species, I’d want to know everything about it – from personality right on down to what made it tick. Literally.

“Haven’t you heard about curiosity being fatal?” I ask, maintaining a steady voice.

Another chuckle. “Don’t worry. It’s only fatal if you’re foolish, which I assure you I am not. Actually, a little curiosity never hurt. It may even be good. Tell me, aren’t you curious to know your full potential?”

“No,” I tell him quickly, maybe a little too quickly.

“Surely, you lie. Everyone wants to know their full potential, to know their true identity and purpose. You are no different.”

Maybe, but...

“You’re simply afraid. Yes, you are afraid just like me because you don’t know what we might find out. But don’t worry. I give you my word that no matter what, we’ll let you live. After all, you are our most precious creation, our Eve.”

“I am not Eve,” I spit out. “And I am not your creation. Nor your toy. And especially not your research subject. I don’t belong to you.”

“Feisty. That must be your Wolf side.”

“No. That’s just me.”

“Ah, yes. Your mother was feisty, too.”

My mother.

I catch my breath. Just mentioning her is like a kick to the solar plexus. “Don’t you dare talk about my mother.”

“That’s why we had to sedate her,” the voice continues. “After that, she never complained. Not once.”

I lift my head off the bed, pulling at my restraints. Wild and frantic now, despite knowing they’re manipulating me. My rage knows no bounds. “Fucking bastards!”

“Say what you will,” the voice says. “But you can’t change the past, just as you can’t stop the future.”