The Hidden Hybrid’s Redemption
Alpha Killian stood outside my cell.
He had discarded his formal Ascension cape, wearing only a tight, black combat shirt that strained against the massive, muscular contours of his chest and shoulders. He looked wild, untamed, and entirely consumed by rage. His breathing was heavy, his dark eyes fixed on me like a predator stalking trapped prey.
"Leave us," Killian growled over his shoulder.
"But Alpha," a guard's voice hesitated from the hallway, "she's a suspected spy—"
"I said, leave us," Killian roared, a wave of raw Alpha command slamming through the corridor so violently that the heavy iron bars rattled.