The Alpha’s Dirty Little Secret
"The twins are already under stress. The purge nearly killed you."
"The purge woke me up, Victor! Get out of my way."
The infirmary was quiet later that afternoon, but the tension was a physical weight. Zack had a scanner in his hand, a sleek piece of black tech he’d swiped from the rogue general’s belongings.
"Sit still, El," Zack muttered. He ran the device over her forearm, then her neck.
A sharp, high-pitched beep echoed through the room.
"What?" Victor was on his feet instantly.
Zack’s face went pale. He didn't answer. He adjusted the frequency and ran the scanner back over the nape of Elodie’s neck, right where the spine met the skull. The beep turned into a steady, flat tone.
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