I have also received a letter from Ty Wick that explained in detail the events that took place on the night of June 18th during a research trip to the Boundarylands by you and Ian Wilkerson.
After a thorough review by the ethics committee, Mr. Wilkerson has been expelled from the university. In addition, his case was handed over to law enforcement, who upon review of witness statements have placed him on five years' probation for unlawful solicitation, as he is not protected by alpha law.
Further, Mr. Wilkerson has been advised that his presence beyond the border of the Pacific Northwest Borderlands, including territory designated neutral by the Alpha Treaties, will constitute a breach of the terms of his probation punishable by imprisonment.
Finally, it is my great honor to inform you that you have been restored to the program, remotely of course. If you are willing, it would be my pleasure to continue to work together toward a greater understanding of the alpha community. I look forward to reading your dissertation upon its completion.
Respectfully,
Brandon Cheung, Ph.D.
* * *
Cassidy looked up from the letter. "It's from Dr. Cheung," she said in amazement. "He still wants to work with me. I've—I've been restored to the program."
"You sound surprised," Samson said, smiling down at her.
"I am. I can hardly believe it." She looked up at Ty. "I don't know how I'll ever thank you. If you hadn't written to Dr. Cheung—"
"No thanks necessary," Ty said, waving his massive hand. "Just setting the record straight."
"But not everyone would have taken the time to write to my professor."
Ty shrugged. "We help each other out here in the Boundarylands," he said. "Especially our friends."
Samson's chest rumbled in agreement.
Cassidy felt happy tears beginning to well in her eyes, so she wrapped her arms around Samson and buried her face against his chest to hide them.
"Does this mean you're ready to go home, Dr. Carr?" he asked.
She shot him a look with her red-rimmed eyes. "I've told you a thousand times. You can't call me that. I'm not a doctor yet."
"But you will be," he said, hooking his finger under her chin and lifting her lips to his. "You will be."
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* * *Kian: Book 1 (excerpt)
Paige’s chest tightened as she struggled to take a breath. Fear was literally suffocating her. She jumped as the metal door slammed shut behind her. A few chuckles spread through the crowd at her skittish reaction.
She didn’t mind the laughter. It was a hell of a lot better than snarls. Maybe that meant they weren’t going to pounce on her all at once. She started to breathe again when, after another couple of seconds, most of them turned their attention back to their conversations and beers. Those that were still giving her the side-eye seemed more amused than ravenous.
Well, that was good, right?
Maybe it meant that she’d blown this whole thing out of proportion. Maybe it meant that she was going to be okay after all.
Maybe.
These were still alphas, after all—the most dangerous creature in the whole world. Well, that wasn’t totally true. Most of the men here were alphas, but there were a handful of regular betas sprinkled among them playing pool and darts like this was any other bar in the world. Sure, they looked tough. Rugged and strong, like you would expect any man who was brave enough to live outside the safety of civilization to look, but there was no way they could be mistaken for alphas.
The alphas were different. Nearly a full foot taller than the betas, and so wide in the chest and shoulders that suddenly the massive door made sense. If it wasn’t so comically large, they would have had to turn sideways to get through.
Paige swallowed down hard. It wasn’t just the alphas’ immense size that gave her pause. It was also their presence. Even though she only counted eight of them in the building, they filled up the room to the point where it pushed all the air out. Paige pulled her shoulders in, collapsing down to shield herself from the feeling.
But she couldn’t hide. The sooner she overcame this paralyzing fear, the sooner she could get out of here.
And go where?
She pushed the question to the back of her mind. She could only solve one problem at a time.
She forced herself forward. Her legs shook, and her knees wobbled, but somehow she made it to the bar. She grasped the edge for support with one hand and pulled Officer Wilcox’s crumpled note out of her pocket with the other.
It fell from her hand the second the gigantic alpha bartender stopped in front of her.
“What do you want?” he demanded. His voice was deep and forceful enough to shake the glasses hanging on the racks.
Paige knew better than to risk looking up at him. She’d lose the last shreds of courage she had. So, she stared down at the brass rail instead.
“I—I’m looking for Kian.” Fear closed her throat, and her voice came out a whimper.
“Why?” the alpha demanded. Paige wasn’t prepared for questions. Her anxiety shot through the roof. She tightened her grip on
