Alpha King's Captive

d like an

shifter throwing himself against the enclosures repeatedly. If I only walked further in the

away. Armed men rush past me, going to subd

n!" one of th

ong! We need

risons. White LED light shines down, the air rife with the cloying scent of antiseptic, death,

inic, I head toward

the book in front of her.

ehind her glasses. "Odd," she muses under her breath. "Ex

to the shifters as experiments, like they're

ce I realize the pr

see myself apart from them. Which is a dangerous

to prot

" I ask, bringing myse

Either he's too strong or has developed a mutation from the previous shots

thout thinking I blurt,

goes deat

onsideration

s that, Laura? I

e narrow. "And? What is one more death?" Her palms land smack down o

I

ng a liability, Miss Smith? You know

down at my feet. "I

ck at me. "Experiment 487. Check his v

er it dances precariously on my open palms, it lands

he organization's

ing himself

ife-like even in the inanimate pages. A cold face peers through. So do a pair of high cheekbones, a proud aristocratic nose,

fall across hi

k so soft that I find my finge

ained on me. My blood cools when I meet her eyes. With

pass through, recognizing me as one of their own. I suddenly feel uncomfortable, like my bu

n realit

myself in an elevator. The ride up is long. Under

ago. They were in need of more scientists and I was fresh ou

h murderous fanatics and people who believe the shifters are the

ns are th

h. It's always like this. The fear, the uncertainty. I know that before testing the immortals they were sedated out of their minds. But

ighter standin

ning," I

chip into the side of the door.

behind me with a finality that

s, I draw closer to t

irst time

naged to capture him. The thought leave

colours at how

an is

is naked from the waist up and I get an eyeful of

humans consider sick. It still amazes me how different we are from the Shifters. I move the sheets away

and I make out black ink. What i

staring for too

ew low? Ogling a ma

umble escapes him. My head snaps up, but

a cab home lat

e hard concrete. This part of town is industrial, with buildi

t. Once the door comes open, an excited shriek meets my ears, and soon a small body barrels through the living room, leaping into my ar

he very reason