I feellike I’m stuck underwater. Floating in the deepest parts of the ocean. Everything is dark.
I don’t know where I start or end.
But little bits and pieces of reality float into my mind.
“Be careful there, Madden,” A voice says. Softer. Feminine.
“It’s confirmed he’s feral?” Another answers.A man, this time.
“Yes. The blood tests confirm it, though those were more of a formality, considering... well, what happened before he was brought in.”
“Noted.”
“With the dose of the sedative the police shot at him, he should be out for another hour or two.”
“You sure about that?”
“What?”
“I’m pretty sure he’s waking up. You should get out of here, Charlotte. Your mates would kill me themselves if they realized I let you stay in here when a feral alpha wakes up.”
“This facility is set up to handle them, I think?—“
“I think you should focus on the omegas in your care. You’re the only doctor they feel comfortable with.”
“Fine, fine. You can’t blame me for coming here, though. A feral alpha that’s bonded? That’s a sight you don’t see every day. Good luck, Madden.”
There’s a hiss and a click.
Like a fancy automatic door opening and closing.
“You’re awake, aren’t you?” the male voice asks, getting closer to me.
It takes every ounce of willpower I have to force my eyes open. They feel like they weigh a million pounds. Each.
The man standing above me is an alpha.
He’s just as big as I am.
And... Is that a scar on this face, too?
“Hi, I’m Madden,” he says, offering me a small nod.
He’s standing on the other side of the small room, like he’s trying to keep some distance between us.
I try to push myself up from the bed I’m lying on, but I can’t. There are cuffs around my wrists and ankles.
A snarl rips from my chest.
“I know the restraints probably suck, but they’re a precaution. You... had to be sedated by the police.”
I’m no stranger to restraints.
I have scars on my wrists and ankles from the metal cuffs they used at the farm.
These are different.
They’re a flexible material. Almost like plastic, but much stronger.
