We didn’t investigate nearly as much as I’d hoped, but we learned more than I ever wanted to know about the Orions.
Back at the compound, Diego and I bring the bodies to the lab, where Olly’s still studying Auryn’s blood. I toss the dead alpha at his feet while Diego lays the woman on an exam table. Olly turns ghostly white, his eyes wide with fear.
“We brought back tissues samples,” I say. “Find out everything you can.”
Without giving Olly a chance to reply, I stalk down the hall to the guest room. Auryn’s been keeping things from us, and while I now better understand her hesitance to trust us, we can’t let her hide anymore. We have to know what’s going on in that house, know what we’ve gotten into, and we have to formulate a plan for how we’re going to stop it. That means getting the whole ugly truth out of her, no matter how painful it might be to relive.
I throw open the guest room door and come to a screeching halt.
Well, I guess Auryn and Em sorted out their differences …
I clear my throat to get their attention, and once Auryn looks up from the bed, I toss the severed heads on the floor.
“These two hurt you, yes?”
Her eyes widen in shock, but she nods.
“Well, there are two fewer bad alphas in the world tonight.” I make eye contact with Em. “I need to talk to her when you two are finished.”
Chapter 16
Olly
I stare at the bodies that Diego and Gage dropped off, an ominous feeling in my gut. It isn’t the first time, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.
I look between the one on my slab and the one crumpled on the floor, trying to discern which is best to start with.
Well, I suppose I’ll have to heft this headless body at my feet onto the other table myself, lest I want to run after Gage, but he didn’t seem particularly in the best of moods. I’m betting whatever brought these specimens to me is something that is of the utmost importance.
So, with a sigh, I set my samples of Auryn’s blood on the counter next to mine, roll up my sleeves, and lift with all my might. Blood smears from his neck on my lab coat, and I groan in dissatisfaction. Thankfully, I have a locker full, but at the rate I’m losing coats, I’ll be lucky to get through the rest of the week unscathed.
This alpha isn’t as heavy as he looks, which is a blessing. It helps that he's, er, ten pounds lighter above the neck. Gage’s doing, I bet.
Though I do respect the dead, sometimes you just have to haul ass and throw a body because there’s no graceful way to get them on the table.
I’m just glad Auryn isn’t here to see my struggle.
The thought lands, and I stop, the body halfway onto the table.
Why would I care if she were to watch me lift a body?
I’ve never given a thought to anyone watching me do…well, anything.
“You’re just out of sorts because she was in your lab, that’s all,” I say to the dead man and myself as I resume my struggle and use my hip to hoist up the dead man’s legs.
They clang against the table, and when I’m done, I catch my breath.
Alright, he might not have been all that heavy, but he’s still heavier than what I have to lift on a normal basis, so…
I get to work, cutting the clothes off him first. His body looks like a typical alpha—muscled in the right places, solid. Though he seems to be lacking insomedepartments, which makes me snicker.
I guess it’s not true thatallalphas have sizeable dicks, or—
A second glance piques my interest as I move down the table to his dick. It doesn’t look…right. I mean, sure, it looks normal, if only a bit shriveled, but it looks more like a slender, thinner version of a normal alpha one, and there’s no ring around the base that would indicate a knot. All alphas have them; it’s what inflates once an alpha is ready to breed his omega. It’s the very mechanism that keeps them locked together until the breeding or mating has concluded.
That’s…odd.
Alpha doesn’t have a ring.
