Easier To Drug Them

There was a loud click as the call was disconnected.

Raphael and the others shared a look, not knowing what was going on. Who on Earth had they pissed off with that much power? 

Dominik looked at his Alpha and shook his head. He had no idea who would have that much ability to influence the CEO of A.M.K. In fact, with all the money the pack had sunk into the company, there was no way something like this should happen.

"Look into Smyth and see who she is in contact with regularly. This has to be a recent development if everything was okay yesterday," said Raphael as he looked at Lucien. His enforcer nodded his head and pulled out his phone, frantically typing on it.

"That is all well and good, but what do we do in the meantime? We have had more than 400 females contact us, asking for heat suppressants," grumbled Dominik as he stared out of the window.

Females were defenseless when their heat hit; any male could come up to them and have force themselves on them. Even if the female wasn't interested in them normally, they couldn't say no during a heat.

And not being able to say no was not the same as saying yes.

"Fuck," grunted Dom, slamming his hand down on the door beside him. The metal frame gave way under his force and a giant dent appeared beside him.

"We'll figure something out," murmured Raphael. He knew how hard Dom was taking this. A female's heat would not go away until they were pregnant, even if the male forced himself on her during her heat.

And it normally took multiple males to satisfy a female fully over the course of a week.

No, they had to avoid that at all costs. They couldn't have their females vulnerable to rape.

"What is the next best option?" asked Raphael. He should have known it, but there were too many things going through his head right now.

"Wolfsbane Pharmaceuticals," grunted Damien, never taking his eyes off the road in front of him. "But they are shit in comparison to A.M.K Pharma, cost twice as much, and are only effective 70% of the time."

"And that is the next best option?" demanded Raphael, his eyebrows rising in disbelief.

"The worst option is the street dealers. They might claim that you are getting suppressants, but it is a crap shoot. There are some horror stories about women asking for it and getting a heat accelerator instead, forcing them into heat that much sooner," shrugged Lucien as if it wasn't a big deal.

For the most part, the Silverblood pack had taken the dealers off of the streets, making it impossible for them to sell their shit, but not everyone got the message.

The fuckers were like rats, appearing in dark alleys when they thought they were safe.

Lucien let out a low growl. He would have to patrol the streets tonight to make sure that they knew they were never safe.

Fucking rats.

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"You know," started Bernadette that night when I got home from the diner. This time, Paul had come home with me. I wasn't taking a chance on the wolves being too stupid to understand what was going on.

No matter how good the wolves smelled.

"I know a lot of things. Would you like to be more specific?" I sneered, raising an eyebrow. I knew what she was going to say. And if I was a better person, I just might give in.

But despite what the books and movies say… no one gave a shit about the underdog, and I would do whatever was necessary to protect me and mine.

"Sorry, I was just trying to get my thoughts in order," apologized Bernadette.

I stayed silent, looking at the notes on the desk in front of me.

Paul had transformed the attic into a place just for me. Seriously. There was no way for anyone or anything to get in here unless they were a mouse.

It was where I kept the hard copies of all the different things I was working on.

"You still there?" asked Bernie quietly.

"I am," I sighed, putting down the formula I was currently working on. It was meant to produce an artificial heat so females who were having a hard time becoming pregnant naturally would be able to have a baby. However, it was not the same a a heat accelerator. That drug wouldn't be able to produce an offspring. 

It would work the exact opposite of the heat suppressors, but it was more intricate. It was easy to stop something from happening. It was a lot harder to make it happen when it didn't want to.

"There are a lot of female wolves who need those suppressors. Most of them are in situations where it is not safe for them to go into heat," she explained to me.

"And yet, their Alphas would rather drug them four times a year than get them out of those situations?" I asked, raising an eyebrow even though she couldn't see me.

Silverblood and the other packs had a lot of money, enough to pay me $500 million a year on heat suppressors alone. Wouldn't that money be better spent on taking those women out of their situations and helping them get back on their feet?

But no. Suppressors were a much easier solution.

"You know that the majority of women in those situations cannot leave," snapped Bernie, clearly not impressed with my answer.

I rolled my eyes. I knew the stats. I have seen firsthand what happened to those women who didn't leave their partners. Theoretically, I understood their fear. It was what made me create the suppressors when I was twelve.

It was also the reason why I have opened no less than 40 support homes where women could go after they take the first step to leaving in this city alone. They looked like apartment buildings, but the front door didn't actually work. Only those that knew how to get in got in.

Each home was completely funded by me. There were no less than fifty beds in each place, councillors, therapists, two doctors that were on call 24 hours a day, around the clock daycare for those that needed child support and a chef that created three well balanced meals a day.

By my last count, there were almost 3,000 homes like that in the country. Every major city had at least 40, and there were even more that were out in the middle of no where for the women that felt safer hiding.

The women in the cities were expected to get a job and when safe, move into their own homes so as to make room for someone else that needs a bed, but the houses for those that just wanted to disappear completely didn't require that of their occupants.

All that was my doing. Not the Alpha of the Silverblood pack, or any of the other packs. It was me that looked after both human and shifter females in their time of need.

The males only drugged them.