Page 21 of Terror

“You have been saved,” the Telean says.

“Thank you.”

“During the recovery period, cock sucking is not allowed.”

Wow, say what you mean, bro.

He releases the wrist restraints. Grateful for the distraction, I work out the kinks in my arms.

“Regha Alpha,” the Telean says and picks up my wrists. Fingertips gently pressing my skin, he massages them. “Acknowledge my instructions.”

“I heard you.”

“Furthermore, no gagging, choking—”

“I got it,” Terror barks.

“Excellent.” The Telean nods and leaves the room.

On the hologram, the cameras have moved away from the scene where the beast was consuming the man and now show a newswoman commenting on what the nation has witnessed. The media love the alien violence. They feed on the stories and, unless another bigger story replaces it, this one will be on replay for at least a month. Great.

“How do you know that was the guy?” I ask.

“He smelled like you.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes, that’s it.”

“I don’t know him. I’ve never seen him before. Why would…” I’m trying to recall what he said to me before he plunged the knife into my neck.

“It is him,” Terror says firmly. “Do not question my excellent judgment. Your specific Omega scent and a knife coated in your blood was on his person as he attempted to breach the perimeter.”

I rub my face. “What time is it?”

“Seventeen hundred.”

“Um, five p.m.?”

“Correct.”

“The Telean doctor healed a stab wound in a few hours?”

“He healed the entry point in thirty minutes. Performed an emergency surgery, seeing as you were dying by the time he arrived!”

Terror’s scent sweeps the room. It’s so sudden that my lungs fill with it, my pussy clenching. His whole body is eager for violence. I can even smell the aggression in the room. I don’t know how I smell it, but I do. And he’s rattling louder, more hostile sounds.

I squeeze his hand. “You’re mad.”

Black eyes on me, he takes a deep breath as if to calm down. “Indeed. Though I feel better now for several reasons. The two Collectors in your guarding unit are gracing the poles, the attacker is dead, and my hound is fed.” His eyes light up. “Dead and fed. It rhymes.” Terror leans forward. “Thank you, Alpha, for avenging me.” He lifts an “eyebrow.”

Terror’s behavior freaks me out a little. “Thank you, Alpha.”

“My pleasure. I’ve only gotten started.”

I bet. I don’t say that, though, but touch my neck with trembling fingers. I’m afraid of what I’ll find there. A bumpy sealed cut. Huh. “The ambulance didn’t come or…?”

“They came. You’re in a hospital.”

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