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ALPHA TIES
ADDICTED TO THE DARKER SIDE?
Meet the Alpha who’ll chase you down, kill your enemies and claim you in the middle of their bloody remains…
ALPHA
A shadow moves in the darkness, and death follows in its wake. The faint light from the city reaching into the park gleams off cold steel as the newcomer finally makes himself known.
He whirls across the grass, and I hear the sick sound of metal slicing through flesh followed by wet gurgling. When the two remaining men fall to the ground, he finally stands still, staring down at the unmoving bodies. His victims.
He is a huge man, bulging muscles clear even in his shadowed outline. An alpha, no question about it.
It’s not until he turns his attention to me that I notice the black mask covering the top half of his head.
No one with good intentions ever hides their face, and a new layer of goosebumps break out across my skin as I stare up at the silent alpha.
The silent killer.
Will he hurt me, too?
I don’t dare take my eyes off the dark figure to glance at the slumped bodies I know litter the ground around us, but every hyper alert part of me knows they’re there, the deadening silence enveloping us an imposing contrast to the fight just seconds ago.
He tilts his head, obviously looking at my still-sprawled form on the muddy ground, and my heart threatens to jump out of my throat.
“P-please. Don’t kill me.” It’s a ridiculous plea, but I can’t stop it from spilling past my lips even if someone who can kill with such ease as this alpha is unlikely to have an ounce of mercy in his body.
The alpha grunts, a sound of disgust or surprise I’m not sure, but when the steel dagger in his hand gleams against the faint city lights, it’s because he wipes it on his pants before shoving it into its sheathe. A large hand extends toward me, hovering in the air above my face.
I stare mutely at the appendage. Is he… offering me a hand up?
The gesture seems so grotesquely out of place, considering the gore surrounding us, that I can’t help the snort of amusement that breaks out of my fear-clenched throat. Horrified with myself, I slap a hand across my mouth, but he doesn’t react to my faux pas. The hand still hovers above me, waiting for me to grasp it.
Well, if he wanted to kill me, he would have done so by now. Probably.
I move my hand from my mouth and carefully place it in his, my fingertips brushing over soft leather as I do. He’s wearing gloves.
Strong fingers close around my hand, and without preamble I am hoisted up off the ground to stand on my own, shaky feet. The alpha releases his hold on my hand the second I’ve regained my balance.
“T-thank you,” I manage, not entirely sure if I mean for the hand up, or for saving me from the gang.
He saved me.
It’s not until that moment it fully dawned on me that… that he killed those men to… save me?
“Did you… you killed them… for me?” I babble, my panic reaching new and unprecedented heights. “Oh God, am I an accomplice to murder? Shit,fuck,this day just cannot get any worse!”
It’s not the sanest response to getting rescued from gang rape, some far-away part of me recognizes, but that part is somehow removed from the rest of me—who’s busy having a complete break down. Pants around my ankles, top ripped and smeared in mud and the tone of hysteria clear in my increasingly high-pitched voice.
A large hand closes around my right shoulder, the strength in it evident from even the light squeeze that finally breaks through my hysteria.
“Calm yourself.”
His voice is deep and gruff and one hundred percentalpha.It resonates down my spine and into my muscles, easing some of the tension in my body as only the authoritative command of an alpha can. I stare up mutely up at him, not sure if I am thankful that he’s stopped my spiraling breakdown or angry that a murderous stranger can have that sort of impact on my body. I shouldn’t be any kind ofcalmright now, but my treacherous biology gives exactly zero fucks about what I think itshouldbe doing.
