Page 17 of Dream Mates
Before I could protest the door shut. I tried the handle, but it was locked. “Let me out, please?” I cried, banging on the door with my good hand, as fear consumed me. “Please get Agent Weigmier. Let me out.”
I banged until my hand hurt, yelled until my throat was raw. Sadly, the kitty never appeared. Spent, I sank to the ground, tears streaming down my face.
“I want to go home.” I sobbed until everything went dark.
When my eyes opened, I was in something like a reclining pedicure chair–and not in the room where I’d been before. It looked a little like a fancy medical clinic. Monitors beeped. Gloria and some other woman, who wore a lab coat, were talking.
“You’re not actually sending her to a Type-H world, are you?” the other woman inquired.
Gloria laughed. “You know we can’t keep them, right? But she is so very tasty. I was considering sending her somewhere where she’d be more… appreciated.”
“She’s ill and needs care. If she is what I think she is, I’d recommend a dynamic world. Preferably one of the more civilized ones. She might qualify for special placement under Precious Population Protection,” the doctor replied.
No. No. No.Both heads turned as I whimpered.
“Shh, it’s going to be okay,” the woman in the lab coat soothed. “I know this is scary, but it’s going to be okay. Gloria’s going to find a very nice place for you.”
I frowned at the IV, chest shuddering as I tried to sit up. “What are you doing to me? Making me forget again?”
“Easy. We’re just stabilizing you.” The unknown woman came over to me and checked the monitor.
“Oh. Did I have another seizure?” It had been a few days of a whole lot of emotional upheaval. Not to mention the longer I was separated from Wes, the greater the ache grew in my chest. I couldn’t sense him here and it made me feel empty.
Lonely. Hopeless.
“Is everyone okay in here?” A very large man strode in. He wore a uniform like Gloria and had blonde hair. “It’s none of my business, but…” His eyes fell on me. “Why hello, Precious.”
Fear shot through me. Alpha. It was evident in his scent and bearing.
“Can I talk to Agent Weigmier? Please?” I begged.
“Everything’s fine. Just a nervous relocation,” Gloria said, going to the wall and pushing a button on a small terminal.
He got close enough for me to smell his woodsy scent. “Exquisite.”
“We can’t keep them.” Amusement tinged Gloria’s voice.
“I’m not a pet,” I frowned. “Please, let me speak to Agent Weigmier.”
“Oh, but you are. The best, sweetest pet. You’re going to make someone’s year. Doctor, you might want to do something to suppress her scent before every alpha in the building barges in to check on her,” he warned.
You smell like alpha bait.No one had given me any de-scenter in a while.
“Is someone hurt? Can I be of assistance?” Another very large man came in, this one older, elegant, wearing a suit, and holding himself with authority.
The first man chuckled. “See.”
“Oh. It’s going to be all right, Little One. What do you need?” His eyes were kind, but almost animal-like. His musky scent held an undertone that I couldn’t identify.
“I need to go home,” I sobbed.
“You know what she needs,” the first one laughed. “Soon, precious, you’ll get everything you could ever need or want, very soon.”
“Lupa bless, you’re such a lovely little thing,” the older one said.
“Top of your class at the academy, I’m sure,” the first one added.
“Gloria, please take very special care of this one. Though I’d be happy to make some recommendations,” the older one offered.
