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

so she could escape undetected. A weak groan escaped her throat. Every area of the lab had cameras; if the janitor’s closet was still standing, the cameras would pick her up as she went inside.
Sounds of body slamming grabbed her attention. The fight had heated up. Tyrese hadn’t bulked yet, but he was a shadowy blur in a small space. The two hunters were good, but no match for his speed. After slamming the male into a far wall with a loud crunch, the female picked up a primp and tried to aim it at Tyrese.
Asia could not believe how fast he moved. The female pulled the trigger and hit her partner. Blood and body mass mixed with debris flew everywhere. The loud clap ricocheted and before the sound stopped reverberating, Tyrese had decapitated the female and tossed her body to the side. After taking two steps he bent from the waist, breathing. She hoped he wasn’t hurt.
Just as she thought to test her theory of escaping her grave, he stood and walked toward the mound. “Mom says you can hear. You shook the ground a minute ago. Give me an idea where to dig and I’ll have you out in a few minutes.”
Sweeter words had never been spoken. Moving to the left and then right, she hoped he could get an idea where she was located as the dirt moved.
“Okay, you’re in the far corner. Assholes were digging over here.” He strode to an area she assumed was near her. She moved again for good measure.
“I got it. Lots of concrete and some steel. Give me a sec.” The ground pressed in a bit as he bulked up and she wanted to tell him to move back. But a few seconds later the weight on her legs and stomach lessened as he tossed blocks of cement off her like a plastic ball. Sounds of running feet chilled her. Had more assassins been alerted? Clenching her fist she prepared to break through the debris and join Tyrese in the fight this time.
“You found anything?” Tyrese asked in a gravelly voice that he rarely used in this form.
“Yes, some equipment. It looks old,” Alpha Samuel said. “You found her?”
“Yes, she’s buried here.” He continued removing rubble.
“The whole time? I mean is she… alive?”
“Yes. Did you have your men disable all the cameras and do a sweep for more?” Tyrese asked as the weight from the debris lightened considerably from her upper body.
Pleased that Tyrese remembered their enemies used cameras extensively, she sighed in relief.
“Yes, we disabled and pulled out a couple from the walls we found using your equipment. There are a handful of people, wolves, who were born and raised here. They don’t know anything else and are afraid to leave. La Patron said we can leave them here if they really don’t want to go.”
“You don’t agree?” Tyrese asked stopping. Because of her interest in the Alpha’s answer, she didn’t mind the delay.
“On the one hand, I feel I’ve done enough damage through sheer ignorance and should leave them alone. On the other I want them to learn what pack means, to experience the warmth and love of a den. They have no idea what being a wolf means. It’s not something to be ashamed of but they’re ashamed and that hurts on a level I cannot explain. They’re wolves, ours to protect. They were born here during my time as Alpha and I failed them. I had no idea this place was operating in my back yard. It’s a damn breeding farm where they experimented for years on my pack. They violated my den and stole pack members.”
“You can’t undo the past, Samuel,” Tyrese said in a somber tone.
“I know, I just want a chance to make up for it. I want to make their futures better in some way, you know what I mean?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yeah, I do,” Tyrese said and then resumed removing the debris from on top of her.
“Need help?” Samuel asked.
“Nah, bout done. Everyone out?”
“We took care of two hunters and Leon handled one. I’d only sensed five before, but heard La Patron took one out so maybe there were six.”
“All your men accounted