The Love Game With Enemy Alpha
ALPHA STEINHART
“Don’t listen to it, son!”
I roared from the sidelines, lungs burning, voice thunderous.
Because hell—if there was ever a moment I was proud, this was it.
Adrian—my boy, my blood—glowing like a fucking sun, his light wrapping around the beast, pinning it inside its host’s twisted body.
The fakes, the possessed… all handled. Handled like a goddamn warrior.
The monster—still smirking, blood dripping from the cracks of its stolen face—spat back with a laugh,
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