Dickson
The sound of Scarlett’s rebellion echoed in my mind as I walked down the corridor. My footsteps measured and precise. Her words – “I f*****g hate you” – brought a smile to my face. Such spirit, even now. Breaking her would be even more satisfying than I’d imagined.
“Alpha,” Henry approached, bowing his head. “The preparations are complete.”
“And our guest?”
“The warrior’s body has been... brought and displayed, as you ordered. When she’s moved to the viewing room, she won’t be able to miss it.”
Perfect. I adjusted my cufflinks, imagining her reaction when she saw what remained of her precious trainer. “And Alisha?”
“In the conditioning chamber, sir. She’s... resistant. Her body and brain are trying to fight off your manipulation.”
I paused, turning to face him. “Resistant?”
