The Alpha King's Captive: (A Steamy Werewolf Romance)

d like an

shifter throwing himself repeatedly against the enclosures. If I were to only walk further in

n away. Armed men rush past me, going to su

!" one of them

ong! We need

arent prisons. White LED light shines down, the air rife with the cloying scent of antiseptic, de

inic, I head toward

ok in front of her. "Here. All

rom behind her glasses. "Odd," she muses under her breath. "

feet. I hate the way they refer to the Shifters as experiments. I

see myself apart from them. Which is a dangerous t

to prot

k, bringing myself

e no idea. Either he's too strong or has developed a mutation from the previous s

hout thinking I blurt, "

goes deat

onsideration

s that Gwen? I f

n me narrow. "And? What is one more death?" Her palms land smack down

I

ng a liability, Miss Owens? 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

rimen

conquest. The Alpha king

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

hey're midnight black and look so soft that

rained on me. My blood cools when I meet her eyes. Wit

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

n realit

yself in an elevator. The ride up is long. Underst

r a way to get into the organization. But just as I got in, I wanted out. This place was filled with murderous fanati

ans were

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

ighter standin

ning," I

chip into the side of the door.

behind me with a finality that

self I'm being irrational and dra

rst time se

naged to capture him. The thought leave

e colours at how

an is

ed from the waist up and I get an eyeful of huge shoulders

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

and redden. Really, Gwen. A new low?

capes from him. My head snaps up, but my racing hea

e, I pay the driver and head down the hard concrete. This part of town is indust

t one into the lock. The sound of workers unl

hrough the living room, leaping into my arms. I giggle, catching him. Pulling back, I sta

he very reason