Alaric hangs up, placing another stick of cigarette between his lips as the guard bends forward a bit and lights it up for him. He takes a long relieving breath before puffing it out slowly through his nose.
The tension in his muscles loosening up bit by bit as he was finally feeling at ease.
He lets out a little sigh and puts another call through to the facility.
Carl immediately picks up at the second ring, "Alpha."
"How is it going?"
"He is already two dosage now," Carl puts his free hand inside the lower pocket of his laboratory coat as he stands behind the transparent glass watching Alpha Ryker who is entirely unconscious with so many medical wires attached to his naked skin.
"Increase the dosage, omega. I want this shit over in three days."
"What is the hurry, Alpha? You know…" Carl stammers, afraid to raise his voice at his Alpha, "The process cannot be rushed or I can't be sure of an accurate result."
"Just do as I say, no excuses."
