Talk

“But?” Jules prompted.

“I heard them talk.”

Jules made an encouraging noise.

“They’re looking for some kind of cure,” the Xeus said.

Jules frowned. His uncle was looking for some medical cure? He was literally using the Xeus as a lab rat?

“I need to go,” he said when the file transfer was complete. He turned off the computer and said, without looking at the alpha, “I’m going to look through these files and then maybe I’ll find out what’s going on here. Please don’t tell anyone that I was here or I wouldn’t be able to help you—”

“Come here.”

Jules wet his lips. “Why?”

“Come here,” the Xeus repeated, his voice so low it was nearly a growl.

Was it Jules’s imagination or had the alpha’s scent become stronger? Jules could still smell him all the way from there, and it really wasn’t helping the situation in his pants.

He was pretty sure the Xeus wasn’t using an alpha’s Voice—Xeus alphas didn’t possess that ability—and yet Jules still found himself doing as he was told.

He put the flash driv