Page 20 of Alpha's Embrace
His whole body moved back. “Not exactly.”
“That is an unusual answer,” I said.
“Yes. I suppose you could say I was almost bonded, a partial connection had started, but that never came to be.”
I watched his eyes darken.
“I’m sorry.” My whole body hurt to think of Geo so sad for so long.
“No need. It was a long time ago.”
I smiled. “Long time ago? You’re not that old.”
The light from my doorway darkened and one of the nurses I’d said hello to on my walk came in with two folded jumpsuits. He set them on my bed.
“Thank you.” I looked up at Geo. “You just now ordered them? These extra clean clothes for me?”
“Until I can get you other attire, it’s what’s on hand.”
“Other attire? I’m sure these are of fine quality. Perfect. But I do like what you wear. Your white shirts. And you wore a tie the first time I saw you. I should some day like to own a tie and a white shirt.”
“Misha.” His tone deepened.
I looked up from the clothes, holding my blanket tighter around me. I needed a shower before putting on a clean jumpsuit.
“I am making a series of reports. I think you should be informed.”
“About what?”
“About you.”
“Oh.”
“Normally, in facilities that house Sylphs, this isn’t an issue. But having met you, if you were anywhere else in any other condition I would recommend release for you. You aren’t sick and you need not be held against your will. You would have some rights.”
“But I am not anywhere else. I am here. I understand my plight.”
I had never had conversations like this with anyone, not even the friendliest of nurses. Everyone stayed away from me. They did their duties and stayed far away. Royalty and intimidation went hand in hand.
“It’s wrong and I want you to know I’ll be advocating for more freedoms for you. Not just from your room, but maybe outings away from this facility. You deserve a life. The doctors have told me there is no reason you can’t live a long and normal life of two hundred years. You have a strong heart. You have many Alpha qualities. You are smart. You could—and should—have a life.”
My cock responded to his voice, bouncing up. I loved how he praised me. How could I not want him and love him because of his caring for me? His attention?
Everything I was yearned toward him. But he was talking as if I would participate in all these changes by myself. It frightened me. Would he be there?
I looked up at him, putting all my desire and pleading into my gaze.
I saw him wobble a bit, as if he were responding to my allure, but he remained strong.
“Haven’t you ever dreamed of more for yourself?” he asked.
I had, yes, but only in my fantasies. What would he think of me if I told him the truth? That I was not meant for the world. That I needed to wait longer and was not yet of age to rule.
My lungs jerked in a moment of unusual fear. Normally I felt safe in my life, if lonely. The walls and locks and routines gave me a sense of security. I’d known nothing else. What was Geo saying?
“I would not ask so much leeway for myself.” My voice came out hesitant. “I am not uncomfortable here. You need not worry.”
“I know it’s a big step. Of course it would be a gradual move. But maybe you could even be taken to another institution, one centered on rehabilitation, with more freedoms.”
