Page 125 of Unhinged Alphas

Only for her.

A face looms over me.

Male. Older. Salt-and-pepper hair.

Dead fish eyes behind thick glasses.

This one is from Reinmich.

Accent gives it away.

"Remove the muzzle. I want to examine the oral cavity."

Panic flares hot in my chest.

No. Not that.

Please, no.

Anything but that.

Cool metal slides against my skin as the muzzle is removed.

Air hits my ravaged face.

Vulnerable.

Exposed.

The nurse steps back quickly. Her face goes pale.

"Oh god," she whispers.

She turns, hand covering her mouth.

The scientist tuts. "Pull yourself together," hesnaps. "This is a rare opportunity. We must document everything."

He leans in close.

Too close.

His breath washes over me.

Stale coffee.

Mint.

I want to gag.

"Open wide," he orders.

I don't move.

"I said, open your mouth."

Still, I don't comply.

A frustrated sigh.