Page 60 of The Alpha

Timmohn gave him a dismissive wave. “Be gone, Time Master. I can observe her if I want.” She tried to slip around him, but he was too quick.

A yellow light began to encompass him. “Dis is your final warning…”

She glared at him. “You had better mind yourself, Time Master Kwaku. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her then broke into a belly laugh.

Halden took Raina by the hand and began to slowly inch toward the door.

Raina didn’t argue. “This isn’t going to end well.”

“Perhaps not,” he said in a low voice. “Either way, I don’t think we should be here.” They reached the door and stopped.

Timmohn and Kwaku were facing off and neither one was backing down.

Halden sensed someone at the door and stepped out of the way. King Jaireth entered the room. “Kwaku, report.” He saw Timmohn and frowned. “Leave.”

She stiffened. “Are you commanding me?”

“I most certainly am.”

She spun to him. “That is my great nephew!”

“Who is in the delicate process of merging,” Jaireth hissed. He looked at the sleeping couple and sighed in relief. “She has seen him?”

Kwaku smiled. “And knows him as Bondrah Miah.”

Jaireth’s jaw dropped. “Bondrah Miah! He is a true Alpha then.”

Halden didn’t think it possible, but Timmon’s jaw dropped. Her mouth now lay open in utter shock. If he was still sitting at the table, he might be tempted to toss a grape into it.

“Bondrah Miah?!” she croaked. She looked at Pari. “That… that little pink-haired thing… calls him Bondrah?”

Kwaku’s eyes narrowed. “Yes, and dat little pink-haired ting as you call her is his heart, and he, her master.” He smiled at the couple asleep on the bed. “He already teaches her who he is, for he knows dat it is she who controls him in battle. Dey must become one. Dey must balance.”

Timmohn gaped at Pari like she’d just swallowed glass.

“I don’t understand,” Raina whispered next to Halden as they watched.

“Neither do I, dove.” He took her other hand in his and faced her. “But we’ll help Pari through this, right?”

She nodded. “Yes. She’d do the same for us.”

He smiled, kissed her, then smiled at her some more.

“Oh, please,” Timmohn said in disgust when she saw them.

“Are you still here?” Jaireth snapped.

Timmohn glared at him, then took one last look at Pari. “I suppose she will suffice. I will be here when he wakes.”

Jaireth’s eyes bore into her. If looks could kill, she’d have died instantly. “You will do no such thing. You will not interrupt the process any more than you already have.” He took a threatening step toward her. “I can smell the foulness growing in your heart, Timmohn.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “You know not of what you speak, king!” She leaned toward him. “That is my great nephew,” she said pointing to Melvale. “I have as much right to be here and oversee the merging as you!”

Jaireth seethed. “Guards!”

Two huge Muiraran guards entered the room. “Your Majesty?” one said.

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