Free The Siren's Call (Fantasy, Science Fiction, Romance) (FORCED TO SERVE) by Donna McDonald Page A

maybe it was the lingering effects of the drugs he’d given him that had failed to produce the physical reaction a mere tiny dose achieved in most males. The memory loss had actually been a blessing to the male, and Lady Genastia now thought the doctor a genius. If only true medical work could be so precise.
    “His resistance has not changed. Though I cannot confirm a mating cord, I suspect he is a mated Siren,” he told her. “If that is the case, you might as well sell him and take what you can. Then at least you can buy another one. A mated Siren is a one-female creature. There is no fixing him.”
    “I tell you I saw him ready to bond. He was dreaming, and yes, probably of someone else, but if he can envision her and become aroused, then I just need a way to convince him I’m her,” she said, trying to cajole him. “Come now. I pay handsomely, do I not?”
    “No one is more generous,” the doctor said, bowing his head and noting her pleased smile. “However, the drug you are suggesting produces tendencies toward violence in most species. Your new slave is a very strong male. It would be a shame for him to kill someone and have to be destroyed himself.”
    Lady Genastia thought of the beauty of the Siren male and how she had been drawn to him at first glance. She had paid far more than males like him were typically worth, but she’d been unable to stop herself. There was just something about the Siren that drew her. She’d rather see him dead at this point than belong to another female who might succeed where she had failed.
    Pushing a packet of money across the table, she smiled. “I’ll take my chances. Give him the drug.”
    The doctor picked up the bulging packet and glanced at the contents. “Very generous. And an offer no sane businessman could possibly refuse. I will administer it in his sleep and see if I can adjust his dreams to achieve the results you wish to obtain. If he were to see his mate as his enemy, perhaps his loyalty can be redirected.”
    Lady Genastia bowed her head to the doctor across the desk.
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    He paced the boundaries of the confinement area, restless as always. But today he was restless and confused. He put a hand over his stomach, pressing against the ache that was growing stronger there. They had slipped drugs into his food again yesterday, and given him more while he slept. His dreams were tortured and of a strange female in uniform. She had aimed a weapon and shot him, causing him to wake. It made him wonder if that was the reason for the unexplained extreme pain vibrating in his gut.
    “Good day, Handsome One,” Lady Genastia said.
    She folded her arms as she studied the male staring back at her with not a hint of recognition. All the other drugs had worked. He no longer remembered who he was. He no longer fought the collar. He now accepted that he was a slave. So why was he still resisting his service to her?
    “How are you feeling today?” she asked kindly, walking in front of the bars. “You’ve been ill a very long time. I have missed you and wish you could come home. I hate seeing you in a healing cage.”
    Though not sure how, he could tell the female was trying to deceive him. He had no recollection of anything before two weeks ago, but he had no sense at all of this female. She was a stranger and one who had ulterior motives. He had learned not to be disrespectful to anyone, as a loose tongue led to painful punishment, but he had never managed being deferential. Nor had he found a kind entity—other than one slave who had come to him in a dream and tried to help him escape.
    Instead he had learned to be stoic because all his captors seemed to accept that as being normal. But inside, he was everything but calm. Inside there boiled a rage that he could barely control. When he woke up this morning, it was like a fire burning within. His only thought was of escaping.
    “Is my home truly with you?” he asked softly, hoping she would say something that would