Page 16 of Mercy & Her Devils

What if I could become one?

Perhaps, there are ways to break free, even inside a cage.

I can do this.

My chest is tight, but I take one trembling step and then another toward the bedside table.

The plain files are marked with bright red CONFIDENTIAL stamped over the top.

I lick my dry lips, before forcing myself to perch on the end of the bed.

This has to be a first: A bonded Alpha and Omega who are secretly enemies in a civil war.

But I’m not a terrorist.

If I do this, then I’ll be a freedom fighter, right?

Before I can talk myself out of this, I reach out my shaking hand and flip open the top file.

Then I almost slam it shut in shock.

The top page is an analysis of an Alpha.

FBI MOST WANTED

DYNAMIC: Alpha

AGE: 23

HEIGHT: 6’

PLACE OF BIRTH: Haven, Virginia, USA

BUILD: Athletic

NATIONALITY: American

AWOL from Alpha unit within US army. Viewed as trained and highly dangerous. Security and weapons expert. President is monitoring this case personally.

CRIME: Terrorism and treason

TOP SECRET: Sentence set by President. EXECUTION

“No, no, no,” I whisper in horror.

Execution.

I can’t look away from the photograph that lies next to the analysis.

The Alpha is dressed in a military uniform and looks like the poster boy for army recruitment. He’s impossibly gorgeous with tanned skin, a chiseled jaw, and neat, honey blond hair.

He also has luminous eyes that stare out from the photograph like they’re staring into my Soul.

Beautiful eyes.

Lavender ones.

It’s Gabriel!

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