Alpha Blake

Chapter 6 The Beginning

Flashback

I laid in that hard small steel bed of the room. I held my eyes closed as I felt the sting of the needle

pierce my skin. The overhead light blinding me.

The echo of the beeping sound of the machines checking my vitals, making me feel so damn

irritating inside, as I tried to focus on staying still.

The cold liquid pumping inside my veins, slowly making its way inside my body. Crawling through

my veins as an invader through the night. It felt cold but exhilarating.

To be honest, I have no fucking clue what the hell it is they are injecting me with. Frankly, I don't

give a shit.... all I know is....? It feels so damn good.

It's addictively exhilarating. It's my adrenaline, or at least that's what I call it. It makes me feel my

powers and senses wake up to their peak, soon as this damn liquid hits me inside, my whole body

intensified.

It's just so damn good.

My mind drifts off to an image in my head as I laid there. The image of myself at a young age. I

must have been around seven. I had a bright yellow sundress. A wide smile plastered on my face, my

laughter flowing with ease.

Everything spun around as my mother's sweet voice made itself present. Her sweet voice hummed

in my mind as she sang and laughed, grasping my hands and dancing with me, as we swirled around

together.

"Faster mommy, spin me around faster," I called out between laughter.

"Alright sweetheart... you ready, hold on tighter ok?" Her sweet voice pierced through my

daydream.

Laughing, holding hands, and enjoying each other's company. Her beautiful long waved hair, her

long thin physique, skin radiant and fair... beautiful as she could ever be.

My mind pulls back at the sudden intrusion of a harsh tapping sound James did, as he clashes his

hand over the glass of the window.

"Come on Princess, we ain't got all day." He tried to rush Jazzy to finish up,

As she continued pumping me with my adrenaline.

"Fuck off will yah? She's almost done. Now, scram!"

She has always managed to tick him off. Didn't matter if he was our lead alpha here.... she always

told him off, and demanded him to treat me the same, being second in command.

****

There were about forty-something of us wolves out here in the middle of nowhere when we first

arrived. We have been training for the last three years, getting close to four. We have been trained to

kill, mercilessly. Doesn't matter who, or what.

Colonel Coelhelm says kill, and we kill.

Whether it's a rogue wolf, a vampire, reptie, Oni, Jotun, basilisk(those are the worse), or any other

creature.... we kill, no questions asked. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Jazzy is a wiz mixing chemicals, she loves messing with alchemy. I got here a few days before my

eighteenth, she'd already been out here for about three months. When she saw me, she immediately

dragged me into her lab, she could smell that I had mated and bonded. Luckily, there was no other wolf

around me at the time but her and Miranda at the time of my arrival.

But I was yet to go through more heat to get the possibility of impregnating with my mate's pup,

apparently, only one encounter between him and I was not enough for us to complete the mating bond.

She had gone through this with other she werewolves, so she immediately got me to take a shot

and ordered me to come every two weeks for the next three months of my training to get it, or I'd be in

trouble with all these unmated wolves.

She grabbed a spray and handed it to me. Told me to spray it on my neck to hide my mark.

I was thankful, especially, because she said the shot I was taking would not only benefit me but my

mate as well wherever he was. It would keep him from becoming weak and vulnerable.

"Always, but I mean always hide your mark. If they find you have your mate and already started

the mating bond, it could be bad news for you and him. They can try and track him down and use him

to get to you. They can seriously hurt him." I shook my head, nervously and shaken.

****

James and I are the lead wolves here. He is called alpha 1; and I, alpha 2. Caleb is Beta 1, and

Miranda, my close friend is Beta 2. Jazzy is our only gamma and our chem wizz. We have a group of

about twenty of us. There were two other groups, but unfortunately, they have come up to be

outnumbered drastically over the years. Most of the members of the other groups have long died.

Making them merge with the other groups.

We train daily. We are responsible for learning as many tactics as possible. I as well as both betas

and James are the main snipers. We usually are the first to arrive at the scene and the last to leave the

scene. We gotta specialize in everything. From artillery to, combat, human and wolf form. Our specialty

consists of different martial arts, combat, being the best with weapons, and my favorite.... being swift

with the sword. There's just something about ripping a vamps head off with one single swift from my

blade. Almost like a knife going through butter.

Today, we got the call to head out to the middle of nowhere. James got the coordinates of where

we were going. The special suits we got are universal soldier gear, they are not out yet for regular

soldiers to wear. To everyone, they look like regular shirts and combat pants like a regular soldier, but

they are not.

They are high-tech universal soldier uniforms, called the Future Force Warrior. They are made out

of a special dynamic geological fluid, almost like oil, a mixture of polyethylene glycol and nanobots

particles that can turn into solid rock to our touch command or at the base of an impact to our body. It is

impressively less than an inch thick. The best part, it makes our power and stamina increase more than

three hundred percent.

They adapt to our body accordingly to the temperature. Built-in GPS and built-in keypad to

communicate with the rest, our screen is built right upfront of our sunglasses... pretty badass if you ask

me. Our uniform is impenetrable, that's the best part in case of a bite, not a single tear would make it

through. Of course, it will still hurt like shit, but at least it won't pierce our skin. Monitors our physical

health with tech built-in called WPSM, or warfare physiological soldier monitor. Impressively leaving

way behind the Russian Ratnik-3 exoskeleton soldier suits.

There are numerous symbols on my katana, symbols that signify protection, power, numerous

symbols to protect us against any mundane creature on this planet.

****

We geared up, I placed my katana on the harness on my back, loaded up my McMillan 50 sniper

rifle, and my two small Desert Eagle 50ae shotguns in case I needed a short-range pistol.

Placed my harness in place, geared up my glasses, placed my hair in a tight whole hair braid, and

I was ready to go.

"Ok ladies, let's roll," I said as I made my way to my group to where they were waiting. The

convoys were already equipped and waiting for us to depart.

End of Flashback