Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 194

Chapter 194: Halfway
Ahcehera moved swiftly through her laboratory, her mind focused entirely on the experiments before her.

She had prepared everything meticulously, ensuring every detail was accounted for.

The first test subjects were already secured, werewolves with human mates, their genetic markers carefully analyzed.

She activated the containment fields, isolating the pairs in separate chambers. Their heart rates, brain waves, and energy signatures were displayed on hovering holographic monitors.

Each mate pair was bound by fate, their souls intertwined through an ancient connection that Ahcehera sought to disrupt.

She started with the first test, injecting a serum derived from the crystalline shard into the werewolf male.

It contained compounds that targeted the neural pathways associated with mate bonding, suppressing the instinctual pull.

The moment the serum entered his veins, he groaned in discomfort. His mate, a human woman, shuddered violently in the next chamber. Their bond was reacting.

Ahcehera clenched her hands, watching as the monitors fluctuated. The bond between them wavered, it did not break, but it weakened significantly.

The werewolf male blinked in confusion, his gaze vacant for a moment before his mate’s presence seemed to reassert itself. His hand twitched, reaching for something unseen.

Ahcehera’s eyes narrowed. It wasn’t enough. She initiated another scan, analyzing the effects in real time. The serum had successfully diminished the mate bond, but only by half.

The emotional and spiritual connection remained. It was a step forward, but it wasn’t what she needed.

A sigh left her lips as she adjusted the serum composition, taking notes on the reaction. The test subjects would recover, and she would try again.

As she moved to the next chamber, her mind drifted back to Xierra. The memory of her best friend’s funeral was seared into her consciousness.

A girl with a bright smile, a powerful healer with so much potential, gone, just because her mate had perished. Ahcehera had sworn that day to find a way to prevent such tragedies.

She would not stop.

Her next subject was a high-ranking werewolf soldier who had volunteered under the pretense of medical research. He had no idea what she was truly testing.

Injecting him with a slightly modified version of the serum, she observed as his mate, another werewolf, twitched and gasped in the next chamber.

This time, the results were stronger. The mate bond dulled further, causing the soldier to hesitate before responding to his mate’s distress.

Ahcehera’s pulse quickened. This was progress. Still, the bond was not entirely severed. There was an invisible force preventing a complete break.

Something deeper than biology. Ahcehera paced her lab, running simulations and analyzing data.

Every aspect of the mate bond had to be examined, genetic markers, spiritual connections, neural pathways. If there was a way to unbind mates entirely, she would find it.

Hours passed. She adjusted the serum again, refining the molecular structure, amplifying the disrupting agents while ensuring the subjects wouldn’t suffer long-term damage.

The next trial. Another injection. Another reaction. The mate bond flickered dangerously, almost breaking, then snapping back into place, weaker but still present.

Ahcehera clenched her jaw. Close. But not close enough. She ran a hand through her hair, frustration creeping in. If she couldn’t undo the bond completely, what was missing?

Her thoughts swirled with calculations, theories, and possibilities. The crystalline shard had properties that interfered with the soul’s energy signature. Could it be the key?

She activated another console, extracting more of the shard’s essence into a concentrated formula. If the previous doses had been too weak, she needed to push further.

As she prepared for the next test, a sudden voice interrupted her thoughts. “You’re playing with forces beyond your control.”

Ahcehera whirled around, eyes narrowing. A hooded figure stood at the entrance of her lab. She did not sense anyone approaching. No alarms had been triggered.

“Who are you?” Ahcehera demanded, her tone sharp.

The figure stepped closer, the dim light revealing striking silver eyes beneath the hood. “Someone who understands the consequences of meddling with fate.”

Ahcehera’s gaze remained cold. “Fate is nothing more than a chain I intend to break.”

The stranger chuckled. “Spoken like a true Bloodstone.”

Something about the way he said it made her pause. He knew who she was. And yet, he wasn’t an enemy. Not yet.

Ahcehera took a slow step forward, measuring him. “If you know so much, then you also know that fate has never been kind.”

The figure tilted his head. “And what of those who wish to keep it that way?”

Ahcehera’s fingers itched toward the concealed blade at her waist. “Then I will do what I must.”

The silver-eyed stranger exhaled softly. “Be careful, Ahcehera. The more you pull at fate’s threads, the more tangled they become.”

Without another word, he turned and vanished into the shadows, as if he had never been there. Ahcehera stood still for a long moment.

Her heart pounded, though she refused to acknowledge why. Shaking off the encounter, she turned back to her work. She had a mission to complete.

She wouldn’t let anyone, stranger or otherwise, stand in her way. Ahcehera’s fingers hovered over the serum vial as her mind replayed the silver-eyed stranger’s words.

She had no patience for vague warnings. She had come too far, sacrificed too much, to stop now.

Exhaling sharply, she pushed the memory aside and focused. The next trial had to be a success.

She adjusted the molecular structure of the serum, increasing its potency. If the crystalline shard’s interference was key, then amplifying its effects might just sever the bond entirely.

Her test subjects lay unconscious in their containment chambers, their vitals steady. She would wake them soon, but first, she analyzed their readings.

The previous injections had weakened the mate bond significantly, enough that the werewolves no longer felt an overwhelming compulsion toward their mates.

But the final break still eluded her. Frowning, she set the next dose aside and turned toward the holographic displays of her research. What was missing?

Her gaze flickered to the far end of the room, where a reinforced vault held a small, pulsing crystal, the heart of the shard. The energy inside it was unlike anything else in the galaxy.

Perhaps she needed more than just its essence. Perhaps she needed direct exposure. Her fingers curled into a fist. It was time to take a risk.