Page 47 of Alpha's Embrace
The changes I had made meant more paperwork, but when I’d first started the job I’d been up for it. Now, having lost my assistant, and unable to focus, I realized I was in over my head.
As I signed forms and answered mail, I was happy to see Misha had no charges brought against him for his self-defense against Tory. But I was not content that he’d been put on lockdown again. His freedoms had vanished. My new rules for him had been replaced by the old. It was a blow.
I ached for my Misha. I want to go to him. I clamped down on the urge and continued on with my work.
Lunchtime came and went. I had some fruit and more coffee. Then I set off to meet Doctor Prim.
There were only three patients in the colony’s clinic today. It was a good day for health, I surmised.
Prim sat at his desk.
“Hello, sir.” Prim, standing at his desk, motioned me to sit.
“After all we went through last week, you’re still not calling me Geo?”
He smiled and some of his stern, no-nonsense business appearance was replaced with something real.
“Geo.” He took a deep breath. “I have your labs back on the second blood test. Good news.”
For a moment, my heart leapt. I needed good news. But then I realized this was about something forbidden. Taboo. Illegal. And it concerned my Misha. No matter what he said, it would not be good news.
“Let’s have it,” I replied, struggling to keep my voice calm.
“There is a bond forming. Things look good. Your tests were only three days apart, yet the bond has grown. It’s a full point up. Three point nine out of a total ranking of ten. This is news I hope you are happy to hear.”
My throat went dry. I swallowed to moisten it, then spoke. “Yes, thank you.”
But it couldn’t be. A bond that not only formed without sex, but was growing? The news startled me. There were Alpha and Omega couples who filed lawful bonds at that ranking. I expected Prim to say I still had residual bond elements in my bloodstream, the same or less. Not more.
Now Prim sat and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. He smiled again. “Misha is doing well. His wounds are quickly healing. Sylphs have odd metabolisms. Some heal fast, others not at all. It’s a crapshoot sometimes. But Misha is the exception. He always has been.”
I managed to nod my head.
“A fascinating Sylph, that one. He’s one in a million. Defied all the odds,” said Prim. “Everything about him is normal, including a few Alpha characteristics, except for his constant Burn. And a few other anomalies.”
“What anomalies?” I asked.
He laughed. “His over-active imagination, for one.”
“Anyone can have that.”
“Yes, it’s very sweet. In children.”
“What else?”
“He doesn’t knot, of course.” Prim stated it as a fact, without emotion.
My cheeks heated. “Of course.”
“His hormones are out of whack for either an Alpha or an Omega.” Prim continued. “And he has control with the Burn, and zero violent tendencies. Even Tory’s injuries were minor. He didn’t need stitches at all. Misha is docile. Tame. He loves everyone he meets. For a Sylph, that is amazing.”
“I noticed all of this when I met him.”
“I don’t condemn what you did, giving him more freedoms. I understand why. It was fair treatment. Misha had earned it. But you must keep in mind that Sylphs are not locked away simply to keep others safe. It’s done foremost to care for them when they are unable to care for themselves.”
“I know. I thought he’d be safe here, with an all bonded staff. I thought it would enrich him to have an expanded environment.” I had hoped.
“You were right to think that. Of course he would be enriched. He is a delightful individual.”
