Page 168 of Dream Mates
Me
What if I’m an illegal designation? We still don’t know how things work in my world. Don’t they execute illegal designations?
Was I going to die? A sob ripped from my throat. Now both of the front windows were down.
Evan
You’re not an illegal designation. If for some reason they say you are, respectfully demand a retest in a secondary facility, someone from the Center, and one of your alphas.
I love you and I wish that I was there.
They’ll probably take your phone. Spencer is on his way.
“Hey, you don’t have a phone, do you?” the one with a taser barked.
I blinked, tucking it into the pocket of my coverup. “I’m wearing a bikini.”
We drove for a very long time, and I snuck peeks at my phone but didn’t text unless I had to, just taking in all the reassurances that I could. The group chat lit up, including notes to me to cooperate and hang in there.
Someone thought I was an illegal designation? Maybe this was where I was discovered to have no designation at all. What happened then? Was it illegal to have no designation?
The building they brought me to had a big fence and guards. It also looked grey and unwelcoming. They brought me into a lobby where a couple of sad and worried people sat, thenthrough several sets of locked doors and past more guards. The whole bleak place reeked of despair and desperation.
Finally, they shoved me into what looked like a large exam room with several beds and lots of equipment. It was completely empty, and unlike the ones at the Center or the hospital, not cozy at all.
“Sit. Give me the phone.” The one who drove held out his hand.
“Phone?” I blinked, pretending to be innocent.
“Give me the phone or I’ll have you searched,” he demanded.
With a sigh, I handed it to him.
“Thank you. Just cooperate and it will be fine,” he said.
“What if it’s not.” My knees shook.
He sighed and shut the door as he muttered, “Sometimes I hate this job.”
Immediately, I found the bathroom, since that had been a long drive. Afterwards, I curled onto one of the exam beds, wishing I had a blanket.
What if I really was one? Would they let me see the guys before I died? Also, what was this about being a carrier? I understood the concept, but what happened to them?
I wasn’t even sure exactly which designations were illegal and why.
Head on my knees, I started to cry. I felt comfort being pushed through the bond, but I still sobbed because I was scared, overwhelmed, and alone.
No good ever came of that.
The door opened. “You’re Grace Ellington?”
“Can you tell me what’s happening?” I continued to sob into my knees, wishing Spencer, or any of my guys were here.
“You’re here to be tested. It’s all routine. Can you confirm some information for me?” It sounded rote and unemotional.She wore a nurse’s uniform. First, she scanned my face with a little box, she then pulled a machine over to me.
The nurse handed me a tissue and asked me a bunch of questions. Some of my answers didn’t make her very happy. According to the records Evan had created for me my parents were betas, also deceased.
“I have a right to have someone from the Center be present,” I mumbled, finally remembering what I’d been told.
