You were one of the rebel transgenics that blew up Manticore’s DNA lab with Max, being conditioned back into uniformity by them. You were being put into fights with other transgenics, shock therapy, experiments on your brain, the like. You were heavily unaware that part of it was being paired off. The door to your cell opened and in walked someone who was the spitting image of Ben, but you knew he was dead. He was meant to be dead. The guy grimaced in confusion. “What?”

“You look like someone I knew.” You muttered, and he shrugged, shaking his head. You were confused as hell. This wasn’t Ben, but he was Ben. And it confused you to no end. Who was this guy? Why was he here? He was a transgenic, you knew that much.

“My designation’s 494.” Ah, so now that made sense. He was twinned, and here to… what? You saw him whip his shirt off, startling you considerably. What the hell does he think he’s doing? “We’ve been paired off. I’m your breeding partner. We”re supposed to copulate every night until you get pregnant.”

“That’s sick.”

“Hey, if you and your rogue buddies hadn’t blown up the DNA lab, they’d still be whipping up embryos and putting them in surrogates.” He scoffed, then gestured to you, looking you up and down. Gauging whether you’d fight or follow orders. He didn’t want to follow them, but oh well. “Take your clothes off.”

Alec didn’t wanna do this. He didn’t want to get a girl pregnant. But… orders. Goddamn orders. And he had to report back if the girl was compliant or not.