Fated To The Alpha Masters
The memory of me puking all over the keyboards was still fresh in his head, and he wasn't willing to take any risks anymore.
"Jules, what's going on?" Aiden asked, taking the comm. Meanwhile, I tossed the bucket aside and leaned in to listen more carefully.
"I just walked into the basement, and it's filled with... stuff," Jules answered. The terror and disgust in his voice were thick, and I looked at Aiden, puzzled.
"What stuff?" I asked.
"Bodies," Jules answered, sounding sick. "Bodies of women and children. All cut up and sewn up. They were trying to create more Frankenstein's of sorts.
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