Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Beast
I tried to say, the plastic brace in my mouth cracking under the pressure of my joy.
Rowan didn't say a word. He walked over to me and placed his hand on the metal clips holding my eyes open.
With a gentle touch, the clips dissolved into dust.
I could finally blink.
"I’ve got you, Kaima," Rowan whispered. His voice was a thousand voices—the Knight, the Donor, the Author, and the Man.
He reached for the tape on my hands.
"Stop right there!" Julian roared.
He wasn't a man anymore. He had merged with the Aethel-Group’s security system. The walls of the room turned into giant, glowing screens, all showing Julian’s face.