BirthDate (La Patron, the Alpha's Alpha) by Sydney Addae

confessed. “ I am… was…angry at La Patron for promising me freedom and then snatching it away. I asked myself how is he any different than the others. I planned to grab a box from here with the only clues of my previous life and leave. My return to the compound would have been delayed.”
    After a short silence, Jasmine spoke. “What did you plan to do once you had the box?”
“There are some locations I wanted to check to see if there were scraps of information that would help me discover more about my past. And lay on the beach for a few hours drinking a margarita. That is something I always wanted to do.”
“Sounds like a good plan to me. You said was, what happened and how did Silas snatch away your freedom?”
The scraping sound continued above, but sounded distant. More importantly she needed Mistress to see her clearly, to know her true motives. This time she would prove her gratitude in more than empty words, she would be open and above board.
“You bonded me to you and you have saved me repeatedly. In my desire to be free I failed to see the gift I was given. In what is truly my darkest moment you are the light, the link to life. Earlier I welcomed death with open arms. It was better than being buried alive.”
    “No. No, stop talking like that. ”
    Asia chuckled, feeling curiously lighter as the truth rose from the murky depths of despair. “It seems I have mechanisms that defy the odds.”
“Good… when did I bond with you?”
    It never occurred to Asia that the bonding was accidental. Her shame intensified. “The last time we talked.”
“I don’t remember any bonding, I remember being upset over the way you discounted your life…but… nothing like a bonding.”
    “You grabbed my arm tight and made me promise to return. You said I could die, but not cease to live ,” she said slowly as the words clicked into place. She had died. Had her vow caused her body to regenerate?
“That’s bonding?”
    Asia shook her head wondering over what all of this meant. “Your fingerprints became a tattoo on my arm. The vow I made to you became my focus, trumping plans I had been making for years and I hated that. I wanted to be free, but…”
“Asia I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that to you. I want you to be free. To fall in love and have babies, I can bounce on my knee. Whatever happened to bond us wasn’t Silas, it was me. I’m still trying to gain control over this power. I will reverse it and free you, don’t worry.”
    “No .” She smiled as the reality of what happened flowed through her.
“No?”
“You are the only person I can communicate with.”
“Yes, but I’m sure we can fix that.”
“You don’t understand. I’m doing a bad job explaining. One second let me think.”
“Do you have time? I mean you’ve been under there for a while.”
“Yes…yes I have. I heard two voices earlier. I think they’re bounty hunters trying to dig me out.”
“What? Why didn’t you… hold on. I need to tell Silas. I am going to be pissed if they pull you out and start some bullshit after everything you’ve been through.”
Asia smiled at Jasmine’s rant…she tasted her Mistress’ name on her tongue. It felt right to call her that in her private thoughts. Something major happened and she needed to understand a semblance of what it was so she could explain.
One thing she knew with certainty was that she died, which must have broken all of her links minus the one that she made a vow to live. The bounty hunters said something about a transmission winking out which signified death.
Euphoria bubbled from within her. Somehow death had destroyed her former employer’s final link to her. Idly she wondered what it was, the metal they used in her arm and legs? Possibly. She wiggled both her toes and fingers, happy to feel the dirt beneath them.
“Okay, Tyrese is looking for two people digging, when he clears the way, we’ll figure out a way for you to direct him where you