Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn-Chapter 159: Target: Melissa McCall

At Aeternum Biotechnologies

Meredith, Morrigan, and another man sat inside the office of Dr. Elias Lumen and Dr. Vivian Lumen—the married co-founders of Aeternum Biotechnologies. A large screen on the wall displayed the final image captured by their surveillance drones before Chris destroyed them.

Vivian stared at the screen and said. "The McCall pack is too careful. They destroyed the drones before we could gather any real intel. But who was the man who did it? I don’t think he’s on the Deadpool list."

"The man’s name is Chris Argent, ma’am." Said the other man, Gwyn. "He’s the husband of Victoria Argent. We didn’t know he was a shapeshifter too—Meredith never told us."

Elias turned to Meredith. "Why didn’t you mention him?"

Meredith shrugged. "I didn’t know."

Morrigan narrowed her eyes at the image. "We can assume the witch and her team are dead. But at least now we know all the members of the McCall pack."

Elias looked at Gwyn. "Tell me—can you and your pack take out that witch?"

"If I fight her alone, sir, my only shot is to stop her from casting spells." Gwyn replied. "I can handle elemental magic—fire, ice, things like that. But if she hits me with a mental spell, I’m finished. If I fight her with Morrigan and the rest of the pack, we can kill her easily. The key is to spread out so she can’t target us all at once. Once we get close, she’s done."

Vivian sighed. "Pity. If I’d known she would die so easily, I would’ve captured her and studied her. We’ve never experimented on a witch before."

"Pity indeed." Elias echoed coldly. "I was planning to catch her after she brought us the True Alpha. But the stupid bitch got herself killed."

Vivian leaned back and folded her arms. "Morrigan, Gwyn—you saw how fast Chris Argent moved in the footage. What do you make of that?"

Gwyn frowned. "Even though Morrigan and I are alphas, I don’t think either of us can match his speed. He’s too fast."

Elias asked. "What kind of supernatural do you think he is?"

"We can’t say for certain, sir." Morrigan said. "What about you, Meredith? Do you know what he is?"

"He’s a werewolf." Meredith said simply.

Gwyn raised an eyebrow. "That’s impossible. He’s too fast to be a werewolf. I’ve hunted plenty in my life—even alphas—and none of them moved like that."

"I said he’s a werewolf." Meredith repeated flatly. "Believe it or don’t. That’s your business."

Morrigan folded her arms. "If he is a werewolf—and just a beta in the McCall pack—then we have a serious problem."

"What do you mean?" Vivian asked.

"I mean his Alpha—Scott McCall—must be even stronger and faster. He may even have the ability to shift into a beast-like form."

Elias’s eyes gleamed. "You mean like the old legends? Like La Bête? That’s excellent. We must capture him."

"Yes, sir." Morrigan nodded. "But I doubt we can take him in a straight fight. Not with his pack at his side."

Vivian leaned forward, a cold smile on her face. "Then use Frank 03 and Frank 02. Capture his mother. She usually spends her days at the animal clinic with the Druid. Capture her there—and use her to force him to surrender."

Gwyn hesitated. "Ma’am... are you sure we can control those monsters? I thought they were failed experiments."

Vivian glanced at Elias, who responded with a cold, measured tone. "They can’t be controlled completely. But we’ve made progress. Frank 03 and Frank 02 can now be given direct orders—specific targets to eliminate. It’s not true obedience, but it’s enough to weaponize them."

Gwyn raised an eyebrow. "And if they go berserk?"

Elias tapped a small remote on his desk. "That’s what the collars are for. Each one is equipped with an injector that delivers a concentrated dose of Kanima venom. One hit paralyzes them almost instantly."

"Temporarily." Vivian added. "But long enough to put them back in containment if things go wrong."

She turned to Meredith. "You’re dismissed."

Meredith gave them all a cool, unreadable look, then walked silently out of the room.

"Follow me." Vivian said to Gwyn and Morrigan.

She and Elias led them down a secure elevator to the facility’s sub-basement. The air grew colder, heavier, and filled with a faint metallic scent. The halls were dimly lit with red emergency lights that flickered every few seconds, casting long shadows on the reinforced concrete walls.

They stopped in front of a thick steel door labeled: "Level 7: Biohazard – Class X Containment."

Inside, the room felt more like a morgue crossed with a dungeon. Large reinforced cells lined the walls. Two of them were occupied—each housing a grotesque creature barely recognizable as anything human.

Frank 03 was hunched in the back of its cage, a big creature with exposed muscle, patchworked skin, and blackened claws. Its eyes glowed red. Its breathing was loud and ragged, like an engine trying to choke itself alive.

Frank-02 stood upright, its body twitching slightly. A long scar stretched across its chest, while jagged horns protruded from its shoulders. From its back arched a massive scorpion’s tail.

"These." Vivian said proudly. "Are what happen when you splice werewolf DNA with that of a manticore. We enhanced them further with organ transplants from other supernaturals."

"They’re not just weapons." Elias said from behind them. "They’re war machines."

"But they don’t think." Morrigan muttered, staring at Frank 03 as it snarled quietly to itself. "They’re just muscle and instinct."

Vivian smiled. "Exactly. That’s what makes them perfect. No loyalty. No fear. Just orders."

Suddenly, a deep, guttural roar echoed from the far end of the chamber. Gwyn and Morrigan turned as something massive shifted in the shadows beyond the last row of cells. A huge figure lunged against its reinforced bars, shaking the entire wall with a low growl that vibrated the floor.

Morrigan’s eyes narrowed. "Is that... Frank 01?"

Vivian’s smile faded.

"Yes." She said quietly. "The first and strongest. We used something... older in him. Something we’ve since lost the ability to replicate. We tried, but he’s too powerful, too unstable. We can’t control him—at least, not yet."

Elias stepped forward, his voice firm. "Frank 01 is our last resort. If we release him, it’s not to capture—it’s to destroy."

Morrigan and Gwyn stared at the dark cell where the beast lurked, silent now, but watching. Waiting.

Morrigan and Gwyn followed Vivian and Elias back up the elevator in silence.

Once they returned to the office, Elias turned to them, his voice sharp and commanding. freewebnoveℓ.com

"You know where the animal clinic is. Send two of the Colectores to watch the location. I want eyes on it immediately."

Vivian added, flipping through a file on her tablet. "Once the Colectores confirm the target is in place, you’ll activate the control collars on Frank 03 and Frank 02. Bring them to the surface for deployment. You’ll escort them personally."

Elias said. "Capture Melissa McCall alive. Eliminate the druid. He’s of no use to us."

Gwyn and Morrigan responded in unison. "Yes, sir."

With nothing more to add, Vivian picked up a clipboard and glanced over her notes. "You’re dismissed."

Gwyn and Morrigan gave a silent nod and exited the office without another word.

To be continued... 😊

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