Page 43 of The Alpha

Dr. Charles strolled up to her cell. “Quiet, you.”

Pari glared at him. “I said leave him alone!”

The doctor gave her a passing glance and laughed. “Fire!”

The men shot off another round and their prisoner went down.

Pari pressed her face to the glass. His bright blue eyes locked on hers just before they closed.

“No…” she whispered as tears streamed down her face. Now what were they going to do with him?

Dr. Charles looked at the busted door and shook his head. “I see I’m going to have to whip up a new cocktail for our guest.” He glanced her way then did a double take. “What happened to your hair?” He came to stand in front of her cell. “Come here, girl.”

Pari didn’t move.

“Now!”

She swallowed hard and slowly made her way to the cell door.

Dr. Charles looked her over. “Incredible.”

She ran a hand through her hair then hugged herself.

“Did you feel anything?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I woke up this way.”

Dr. Charles looked her over again then laughed. “Absolutely fantastic!” His eyes raked over her. “You know, it suits you.” He gave her an appreciative look, then held up his hand and made a circular motion. “Shackle him, get him onto his bed, and let’s get this door fixed. He won’t be out for long.” Dr. Charles turned to her again. “His body burns through those sedatives at an incredible rate. You’d better hope we don’t mix up what we give him with what we give you. It would kill you in an instant.”

She gulped.

He took one last look at her hair, smiled, then left the lab.

Pari backed to her bed, sat, and watched as the remaining men bound their prisoner with heavy irons and chains. A tear made its way down her cheek as they placed him on his bed. “Bondrah Miah…”

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“Okay, the car’s parked outside and ready to go,” Evan announced.

Dallan sighed in resignation. He took Maggie home, but kept Evan. They still needed two drivers, and Evan had to be it.

Markhel looked out the bay window of Pari’s bedroom. “The van is ready as well.” He turned around. “Who is with me?”

Archer raised a hand.

“And with me?” Evan asked.

“I am,” Lany said.

“And messsk!” Tylahs popped out of the backpack Lany wore and waved a leg at him.

Markhel smiled. “You are ready, Tylahs?”

“Yesssk!”

Markhel looked Lany in the eye. “Make sure he knows exactly what to do.”

“He does,” Lany said without hesitation. “Don’t you little buddy?”

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