The door to the Alpha’s office opened and Michael carefully moved his body so that he could see two men. He put Kenny’s back to his chest.
“I didn’t introduce you before,” Michael said to him, and Kenny appreciated the fact that the big man spoke directly to him. “But, this is my Alpha, Gideon Channing, and this is our pack doctor, Stephen Pollis.”
“What’s his name, Michael?” Stephen, the pack doctor, asked as he knelt down beside the couch and opened his black medical bag.
“I don’t know. I found him in the parking lot and brought him in here. I didn’t check his pockets for an ID or anything.”
“I want to take a blood sample for the police so that we can prove to the authorities that your mate was drugged. You did the right thing, Michael. It will take some time, but the drug will eventually leave his system, leaving no trace behind. There have been cases reported recently of a new drug that can incapacitate the victims, but still leave them semi-conscious. Unfortunately, most of the victims have no memory. It’s a good possibility that your mate won’t remember tonight’s events.”
No! Kenny wanted to shout out. He didn’t want to remember that bastard—Curt—that tried to rape him, but he wanted to remember Michael. He wanted the man’s voice and image to be inside his head for eternity. There was something amazing about the shifter and Kenny hoped to see him again. Michael was sweet, kind, and incredibly honest. He was a forever type of guy.
Chapter 4
“What do you mean?” Michael asked, confused by the doctor’s words.
“This drug is incredibly potent and although your mate appears lucid”—Stephen looked at him with sad eyes—“it’s a good possibility the drug will wipe his short-term memory. It hasn’t happened to all the victims, but for the most part, the victims have no memory of what happened to them. I just want you to be aware that he might not remember you.”
“I understand.” Michael sighed. It was hard to believe that his mate, the man sitting on his lap, would forget him, but at least he wouldn’t have to remember being stripped and almost raped. “At least he’ll also forget about that man.”
“This date rape drug is making the rounds through the clubs. We haven’t had any trouble until tonight. The authorities just hauled Curt Kelsey away. He’s been arrested. We’re going to tighten up security and install more lights throughout the parking lot. This shit will never happen again.” Gideon shook his head.
The man was livid, but managed to hold his anger in check while the doctor drew blood from Michael’s mate’s arm.
“It might be a good idea if you take your mate to the hospital so that they can monitor his vitals and keep a close eye on him,” Stephen suggested, and Michael gave a reluctant nod.
He wanted to keep his mate, but deep down he knew the human might require extra medical attention. Attention that he wasn’t qualified to give. There were so many questions running through his mind. What if his mate lost his memory? What if the young man didn’t remember him? Where did the human live, work, or hang out?
“Are you okay?” Gideon gripped his shoulder, pulling Michael out of his thoughts.
“I’m just worried about him,” Michael whispered as Stephen finished taking his mate’s blood.
“I’ll drive you to the hospital,” Stephen said, placing the tubes of blood inside his medical bag as he stood up.
“I don’t know if I can,” Michael told them honestly. Now that he had the human that was meant for him inside his arms, Michael wasn’t sure he would be able to let him go. How was he supposed to drop the young man off at the hospital and leave? How was he supposed to say good-bye?
“We’ll help you,” Damon said as he strolled into Gideon’s office. “Nicholas and I will stay by your side and help you.”
“I just—” He shook his head, unable to speak.
“And if he has no memory of you then we’ll help you woo him,” Nicholas added with a wink.
“Just check his pocket for an ID.” Damon strode closer and Michael held out his hand, stopping the jaguar shifter.
“I’m not shoving my hands into his pockets. Okay. Jeez, the man’s been through enough tonight.”
“We’ll need his information to check him into the hospital. It might be a good idea to pull his ID out,” Stephen told him, and Michael could see the reasoning.
As careful as he could, Michael reached into the young man’s pocket and pulled out a flat card. Flipping the plastic ID over, he scanned the information.