Olamide Armstrong witnesses an unlikely murder. The problem is people that witness a man-wolf rip out someone's throat don't usually live to tell their tales. She is moments from being another animal attack statistics when fate decides to play a dangerous game.

Alpha's captive

　　The air stung my nostrils as my senses returned. My eyes were misty and my eyes were blank for a moment. I heard a voice. They sounded distant yet so dangerously close. As my breath slowed, I made out two figures hovering over me.


　　"She's awake." One of them muttered. "Told you my vampires were gentle. Now, begin the ritual."


　　I could see a bit more clearly but only when I squinted my eyes enough. The room was dark and I would be blanketed by the darkness if there weren't a few red candles scattered across the room. My memories came back hazy. I remembered being chased by that witch. The one who had attacked Jason. I remembered how he told me to run. I had obeyed despite hating the entirety of his being. My legs had done their best but they weren't enough. Someone caught me. Something caught me. I remembered how the creature with pitch-black eyes slammed me against a tree then my entire world turned dark.


CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE