Becoming the Demon Alpha's Bride

Hold up, nobody move!" yelled a man in the bank, just as I was there. Four others rose from various corners, with one firing a shot into the air, sparking chaos among the patrons and making them duck for cover. The clerks scrambled to hide under their desks in a frenzy of fear. Tension escalated when the man abruptly shot the security guard, and two of his accomplices quickly moved to guard the door. Two men approached the tellers, directing the clerks to fill the provided bag with cash. As the clerks' hands shook, they complied, stuffing the bag with money. Shortly after, police vehicles and several SWAT team members converged on the scene.

"Damn, We've got company, cops," a man announced at the door. They listened as a policeman outside declared that they should surrender peacefully to avoid harm.

"They can't catch us here," the man asserted, grabbing a bag full of money. He was heading towards the door when another man tackled him. The struggle ensued until one man fell to the ground, a bullet wound in his stomach. The onlookers were horrified by the turn of events. Another gunshot rang out from outside. The police reiterated their intention not to harm those inside the bank.

"If anyone here wants to resist, think twice unless you wish to end up like this man," the man warned, gesturing with his gun towards the wounded man.

"Daddy!" a boy cried out, rushing to the side of the bloodied man, his face etched with a look of sharp distress.

"You want to join your father?" the man said, pointing the gun at the boy. The boy's fearlessness only seemed to upset the man more. Just as the man was about to pull the trigger, a young girl rushed to the boy's side and yanked him away.

"How can you point a gun at a child?" she demanded. The man was taken aback by her sudden appearance. He turned to another man standing nearby, then clutched at a wound, and the boy began to cry.

"It's okay, we can save your father," the woman reassured, placing her hand on the wounded man's stomach and addressing the armed man.

"Sir, we need to get him to a hospital. He's lost a lot of blood——"

"I don't care! Who are you?" the man hissed at the girl. Another man came up and started to build something violently around her.

"The police and SWAT are outside. Do you think you can escape here alive? Why not surrender and possibly negotiate?" the girl suggested.

"You're too late," the man sneered, moving to attack her, but suddenly his hand was struck, splattering blood on the girl's face. She stood in shock as two men in gear suits descended from the ceiling, swiftly shooting the gun out of the man's hand. His limbs were bound so tightly that he collapsed, unable to stand. Realizing what had happened, the girl's knees buckled, and she began to fall, only to be caught by one of the men in gear suits.

“Hey. Are you okay?” the man asked, his voice filled with urgency. The girl looked up at him, her eyes wide with shock. The man was wearing a headgear and his face was partially covered, but his striking grayish eyes were visible. For a few seconds, the girl’s gaze was locked onto his eyes, mesmerized by their intensity. A shiver ran down her spine as she continued to stare at him. “Can you stand?” he asked gently, extending a hand to help her up. When their hands touched, a jolt of electricity surged through them, causing the man to quickly let go. The girl stumbled back, her heart racing.

Confused and disoriented, the girl tried to make sense of what had just happened. The events inside the bank had left her mind in a state of chaos. She felt weak, her legs barely able to support her weight. Everything around her seemed to be moving in fast-forward. Medics rushed to the scene, tending to the injured and carrying the man on the floor out on a stretcher. The boy, tears streaming down his face, followed his father as the medics took him away.

“Are you hurt?” the man asked, his voice laced with concern. He glanced at the girl’s bloody hand and face, which were splattered with the hold-upper’s blood.

“I-I am okay,” the girl stammered, struggling to catch her breath.

“That’s good. You did well. You’re brave,” the man said, a reassuring smile on his face. He hesitated for a moment before attempting to place a comforting hand on her head, but he stopped, remembering the strange electric shock. She was still in shock, her breathing rapid and her eyes unfocused.

“Alpha,” a uniformed officer called out as he approached the man.

“Everything is under control now. The culprits are being taken to the precinct,” the officer reported.

“Good,” the man replied, then turned his attention back to the girl. “Call a medic to help her. She needs to go to the hospital.”

“Yes, Alpha,” the officer responded, hurrying away to follow the order. The man watched the girl, who seemed to be in a daze, sitting on the floor with her knees still weak. He couldn’t shake the feeling of unease, the memory of the electric shock still fresh in his mind. He wondered why he had such a reaction to her, and what it meant.

The girl’s heart continued to race as she sat on the cold, hard floor, trying to steady her breathing. The chaos around her was overwhelming, with medics and officers bustling about, securing the scene. The weight of the events that had just transpired began to settle in, and tears welled up in her eyes.

As the handsome man, known as Alpha, stood by her side, he couldn’t shake the strange feeling he had whenever he touched her. He crouched down to her level, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity. “I need you to stay with me, okay? Help is on the way,” he said, his voice soothing yet authoritative.