Help! My Lover's an Alien - 11. Chapter 11

Dillon had woken to banging on the room door. “Compound security. Open up.”

He pulled himself out of the bed and yanked on a clean T-shirt before heading to the door, fighting nausea all the way.

The banging continued even as he pulled the door open.

“No need to break the door down, I’m moving as fast as I can,” he said, but found himself pushed back as four security guards pushed into the room.

“We have reason to believe you’re a danger to this compound and its personnel. You will come with us.”

“Okay just let me get dressed and throw up again, then we can go—” But Dillon was cut off as a needle was jabbed into his arm. “What the fuck? I would have come with you. I just needed to tell my mate about…” The world went black and his last thought was about Lor.

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Lor dropped the spell as they slipped back into the compound and dumped Harry on the ground. He heard Vincent calling for the guards, but he was already running for his room. He arrived to find the door open and no Dillon.

“No!” he bellowed.

He ran out the room and next door only to find Mora and Ziel’s room empty. Checking the other rooms, he found Piet, Ver, Dyla, and Dyra missing as well.

By this time, Vincent had found him, and he grabbed the human by his shirt front. “Where are my mate and my crew?”

“I don’t know where Dillon is, but I may know where the others are,” Vincent said.

Lor dropped him. “Talk and walk— quickly.”

Vincent led the way down to the ground floor and then to another set of steps behind the reception desk. “I told Mora and Ziel about the safe room in the basement in case anything went wrong in the compound.”

At the bottom of the stairs was a huge door. Vincent placed his palm on the reader and a green light lit up, but the door didn’t open. Instead a screen came to life, and Mora’s face appeared. “Who is it and who is with you?” he demanded.

“It’s Vincent and Lor. Let us in.”

The door beeped and Lor slid in as soon as the gap was wide enough. He looked around wildly; nearly everyone was there, but there was no sign of Dillon or Ver.

"where is my mate?” he demanded. “And where is Ver?”

Mora was already shaking his head. “I do not know where the others are. All I know is Ziel, Piet, and I arrived back from a walk around the compound to see Ver being led away by a guard. Ver saw us before the guard and signaled for us to run, so we came here. We met Dyla and Dyra on the way.”

Lor dropped to his knees as his magic tried to take control. His magic wanted to find their mate and rip open anyone who had hurt him.

As soon as he had control, he stood and spun to face Vincent. “Why would you allow this to happen? Where would they be taken?”

Vincent was already shaking his head. “I didn’t know.” He held up a hand. “I don’t run this compound. I am just here to meet with you and exchange information, but I know who would know where they are. Major Princeton runs the compound guards as though they are his personal guards. If anyone knows what the guards have done, he will. Come on,” he said and turned toward the door.

“One thing that we have as an advantage is not many know about your magical abilities.” He must have seen Mora’s glare at Lor. “Oh, Dillon tells me everything— well okay, I had to get this out of him when he was ill, but… He is the closest thing I have to another son; my wife couldn’t have any more children after we had Vance. I am telling you to use any and all abilities you have to find my son.”

“Just get us to this Major Princeton, and we will get him to talk,” Lor said.

Vincent led the way out and over to the main building. They were stopped by security as soon as they tried to enter. “Sorry sir, but the visitors are to be detained,” one guard said to Vincent.

Vincent glared at the guard until the male stepped back. “These visitors are under my authority and therefore under my protection. We are going to see Major Princeton. If you wish to try and stop me, by all means try. I should warn you that my son is not the only master of mixed martial arts in the family. It would be embarrassing for a big young man like you to be bested by a sixty-year-old, now wouldn’t it?”

The guard looked around for support, but the others had backed off at Vincent’s threat. The guards waved them in, and they proceeded the rest of the way unchallenged.

Vincent banged once on an office door before opening it and leading the way inside. The male behind the desk stood and looked outraged at the intrusion.

“Vincent, what is the meaning of this. Why would you bring these dangerous creatures in here? I left orders for them to be detained.”

“Well,” said Vincent leaning against the edge of the desk, “that answers my first question about who gave the orders for my visitors to be detained. Now my next question is, what have you done with my son?”

The major stopped spluttering and went pale. “I don’t know what you mean. I haven’t given any orders concerning your son. I gave orders for the visitors to be detained, nothing more. They were to have been taken down to the holding cells in the basement of this building.” The male was talking far too fast by the end, and his words were running into one another.

Mora glanced at his wrist comm. “Looks like Ver is on his way here.”

The door opened again and admitted Ver. “Their cells here are easier to break out of than my bedroom was back home,” Ver declared, straightening his clothes. Two cries of relief preceded Dyla and Dyra throwing themselves at Ver and hugging the life out of him.

Lor grabbed Ver’s arm. “What about Dillon? Wasn’t he with you?”

Ver frowned. “Dillon? No, he wasn’t in the cells.” Ver’s eyes went wide. “But there was talk about the traitor being found and that he was to be taken for special questioning at a secure location.”

Lor spun on the major. “Where is my mate? You will regret anything that happens to him,” he growled.

The major stared openmouthed at Ver and Lor. “How did you get out of those cells? They’re meant to be escape proof.” He turned to Lor. “And what do you mean your mate? Dillon is military. I will do whatever I feel is necessary to protect this compound and this planet.”

Vincent got in the major’s face. “My son is not a traitor nor is he part of the military. He is a civilian and therefore accountable to civilian laws and police. You have no right to detain him, other than to hand him over to the proper authority. Now, where is my son?” The major stepped back away from Vincent’s yelling.

“I’ve told you I don’t have any idea what you’re on about.” The major was sweating, and Lor could see his eyes darting around as though looking for an escape route.

“I’ve had enough of this,” Lor said, moving forward. He placed one hand on the major’s head and the other on Vincent’s. A few muttered words and both males stiffened as Lor started riffling through the major’s thoughts and sending the relevant ones straight to Vincent’s mind. The major tried to fight but Lor used another spell to freeze him in place. When he had all he thought they would need, he released both spells and ducked as the major swung at him.

The male didn’t get the chance to try again as Vincent stepped in. In three moves he had the major laid out on the floor, unconscious.

“Come on. We can leave the garbage for the guards. They will do as I say until they get different orders. That much authority I do have— for now. I know where Dillon is, and I’m going to need all of you to help me get him out.”

Vincent took off at a run and the others all followed behind.