Page 16 of Mercy & Her Devils
What if I could become one?
Perhaps, there are ways to break free, even inside a cage.
I can do this.
My chest is tight, but I take one trembling step and then another toward the bedside table.
The plain files are marked with bright red CONFIDENTIAL stamped over the top.
I lick my dry lips, before forcing myself to perch on the end of the bed.
This has to be a first: A bonded Alpha and Omega who are secretly enemies in a civil war.
But I’m not a terrorist.
If I do this, then I’ll be a freedom fighter, right?
Before I can talk myself out of this, I reach out my shaking hand and flip open the top file.
Then I almost slam it shut in shock.
The top page is an analysis of an Alpha.
FBI MOST WANTED
DYNAMIC: Alpha
AGE: 23
HEIGHT: 6’
PLACE OF BIRTH: Haven, Virginia, USA
BUILD: Athletic
NATIONALITY: American
AWOL from Alpha unit within US army. Viewed as trained and highly dangerous. Security and weapons expert. President is monitoring this case personally.
CRIME: Terrorism and treason
TOP SECRET: Sentence set by President. EXECUTION
“No, no, no,” I whisper in horror.
Execution.
I can’t look away from the photograph that lies next to the analysis.
The Alpha is dressed in a military uniform and looks like the poster boy for army recruitment. He’s impossibly gorgeous with tanned skin, a chiseled jaw, and neat, honey blond hair.
He also has luminous eyes that stare out from the photograph like they’re staring into my Soul.
Beautiful eyes.
Lavender ones.
It’s Gabriel!
