Page 101 of The Alpha

Her jaw dropped.

“Everyting is clear, Alpha.” He looked at Pari. “I am Kwaku Awahnee. Time Master.” He bowed, straightened, then held out his hand.

As if sensing what he wanted, the woman stepped into the tiny foyer, scooted past them and took his hand. “And dis, my Alpha’s treasure, is my mate, Zara.”

Zara eyes met Pari’s and she smiled. There was something calming about her. “You have a beautiful voice,” Pari said, unsure of what else to say.

“Thank you, Pari Mae Lindir.” She gave Pari a slight bow then looked at Melvale. “All is safe.”

He gave her a nod then locked gazes with Pari. “I am loathe to let you go. This feels too right.”

All Pari could do was stare at him. She was so confused by his actions, she didn’t know what to think! It was like he had a real thing for her, but how could that be? Was she dreaming?

Slowly, he set her on her feet but took her by the hand. “She will need food, drink.” He took in their clothing. “We are not properly clothed.”

Kwaku smiled. “And whose fault is dat?”

Melvale narrowed his eyes at him. “Mine.”

Pari took in Melvale’s attire. He still wore his blue and silver robes. Kwaku his yellow and purple, and Zara was all in white with a yellow and purple sash around her waist. She looked like some goddess. No wonder Mr. Winston asked if they’d just come from a costume party. “What time is it?” She tried to go into the living room to look at the clock on the wall, but Melvale didn’t budge.

She turned to him. “I just want to see what time it is.”

“It is all right, Alpha Melvale,” Zara said. “It is safe.”

He looked at the handsome couple, then at Pari. “I will keep you close by my side.”

Pari forced a smile. What girl wouldn’t want to be at his side? But again, this couldn’t last, so she shouldn’t get too attached. Something that was becoming hard to do.

The cold fact was, she was damaged goods and wasn’t so hot emotionally either. The sooner he figured that out, the better.

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“She called him what?”

Timmohn circled the chaise lounge her mate reclined on. “Bondrah Miah.” Her eyes lit up with anticipation. “Do you know what that means?”

“Of course, I know what it means.” Barohn rose from the chaise and stood. He was tall for a Muiraran, over seven feet. His statuesque frame never seemed to disappoint her. He was all sophistication and power, always had been.

“You know Bartrol would approve of our plan,” she pushed.

He looked down his nose at her. “Bartrol is destroyed, or have you forgotten, mate?” He clasped his hands behind his back, his long white hair now pushed against his buttocks. His hair was his crowning glory, and fell almost to his knees.

Barohn paced slowly back and forth, his light purple colored bejeweled robes rustling as he did. “Bondra Miah,” he mused. Barohn turned to her. “Did you have time to examine her?”

“No.” She frowned. “Our grandnephew nearly ripped my head off.”

Barohn raised a single eyebrow at her. “Hmmm,” was all he said.

“She stopped him.”

Barohn smiled. “Did she now? Excellent. She is soft of heart.” He turned to her. “So, he is a true Alpha. He can rule beyond the stars.” He let go a long sigh. “It’s a pity we’re stuck on this worthless rock.”

“He could command the Time Masters to get us out of here!” She heard the desperation in her voice and quelled it. “That is, if we had one or two more.”

“Which we do not, mate.” He brought his hands in front of him and tapped his fingers against each other. “Although, with a Beta and an Enforcer to draw power from, our new Alpha could enhance the power of our Time Masters. It might be done.” He returned to the chaise and regally sat. “Timmohn, you crafty witch, work your magic on this female of Melvale’s. Gain her trust. If we can control her, we can control him.”

She smiled wickedly. “Your thoughts are my thoughts, mate. I will comfort her, spend time with her. Guide the weak little animal and train it.” Her smile grew. “By the time I’m done with her, she will do anything we want.”

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