I made the delay official at 0600.
A single command entered into his treatment file: Calculated Delay Protocol – Indefinite. No acceleration. No public appearance. No external communication. The Supreme Alpha would remain exactly where he was — weak, dependent, and hidden from the realm that still believed he ruled it.
I walked into his room carrying the updated chart like a decree.
Justin’s eyes found me instantly. He was even weaker than yesterday. The restricted recovery had settled so deeply into his bones that breathing looked like work he could barely manage. His c**k lay heavy and flushed against his stomach, leaking in slow, rhythmic pulses that never stopped.
“Doctor Sanchez…” The whisper was barely audible.
I climbed onto the bed without a word and straddled his hips. I was
