Page 120 of Alpha King's Mate

" Can we at least get out? My back is killing,” I tell Ace and he nods, opening his door just as men start running into the building. A few running around the sides to the back. I lean against the car stretching.

Amanda wandering around sleepily makes me worry about her, even she feels off. Aamon, Ryker’s Demon friend walks over to me, leaning on the car. “Let me guess? You're here to watch me?” I ask him.

“Maybe I just like your company,” He retorts and Tyson scoffs beside me.

Chapter 82

Ryker

The moment we stepped into the building I was on edge, something felt amiss. Everyone glanced around at the building we had been through multiple times, yet it was completely deserted. Nothing, here but yet I felt we were being watched.

Making our way to the basement where the cells are, everyone filed into the room. Tate and Drake walk into the cell next to Reika’s old one, Lucy’s cell. We looked at the bed and it was bolted to the floor, they yanked it, yet no door, the bed didn’t even budge. The tiles on the ground here make it impossible to see any opening. I feel along the edges of the frame tossing the mattress off it, feeling for a lever, anything that might prove Tim was right, that it was a door. Yet I felt nothing. Looking around the cell, the camera in the corner was blinking and I turned to look at the desk.

“Check the security footage for this room,” I tell them and Elias, Tate’s Beta walks over, turning the computer on when suddenly we hear the sounds of locks being opened. Tate jumping out of the way just as the bed lifts from the floor and slides across the ground where he was standing. I look at the camera in the corner.

“They are watching us. They know we are here,” I tell Tate, pointing to the camera above his head.

“Why would they open it?” Elias says, walking over and sticking his head in and looking at the stairs that had now been revealed.

“Because it is a trap. Why else?” Drake says walking around the bed, to the top of the stairs.

“What are you doing?” Tate asks, grabbing his mate's arm.

“Trap or not, I am not leaving those kids down there!” he says, and Tate lets his arm go nodding.

“Move, I will go first,” I tell him not wanting to risk him dying because he walked down there unknowingly, and Lana would kill me if something happened to him. As soon as I put my foot on the top step, the steps light up, blue lights running down the length of them. Yet I could see no end as I descended down them. Drake behind me, followed by the others. I counted 50 stairs before my feet hit solid ground. A corridor lighting up, lights flickering overhead down a long concrete corridor to a huge steel door. Music was playing, and I could see little caged speakers on the roof, the noise getting louder and almost deafening.

So loud we had to use the mind-links to communicate. “I don’t like this,” Drake says as we all walk toward the steel door. I mindlink one of the warriors still above ground. “Brace that door so it doesn’t swing shut once the last one is headed down,” I tell him.

“Yes Alpha. Already onto it.” He replies. We got to the door just as it swung open toward us. It opened onto some sort of steel balcony and staircase, looking down we could see corridors and corridors of glass cells. Stepping onto the rickety staircase we all look over the railing.

“There’s hundreds of them!” Tate says, peering down. The entire place was abandoned, just children and teenagers, five or six to each cell. Looking out it was the size of a football field in length and width. Cells matching what is upstairs, only with bunk beds to accommodate the amount of people in each one. All their eyes peering up at us in worry, their hands covering their ears from the deafening noise coming from the speakers.

“Get them out! Find a way to unlock the cells!” I turn to the men behind me who start running down the stairs. The music suddenly cuts off, as we step on the floor below. Looking at all the glass cells, hundreds of eyes peering back at us curiously, as they look out through the glass. When a voice comes over the PA system making us all look up for the voice. A voice I never thought I would hear again.

“Surprise! Miss me, mate?” Danika’s voice suddenly echoes around the facility, making me spin around searching for where the voice came from. She can’t be alive! I killed her myself! Tim even said she was dead, yet how was her voice coming from the speakers if that were true?

“I see you found yourself a new bitch,” Her voice taunts, enticing angry growls from my men.

“Get the kids out now!” I yelled to the men who were looking for the threat that was watching us. Suddenly sprinklers start turning on inside the cells.

“Had these fitted myself. 500 liters per minute. Times ticking Ryker, you can't save them all'' Her voices carries through the room,

“Get every man down here! Now!” I boom through the link. Tate and Drake screaming through theirs before, I hear footsteps running toward us and down the stairs. Their eyes peered around at the cells and yet we still didn’t have enough men to work on each.

“Tik tok,” She taunts, when the kids all suddenly start screaming, their skin burning. And I realized they were being doused in Wolfsbane as they climbed their bunks, trying to get away from the ground.

“There has to be a way to get these cells open automatically.” I tell Tate as we try to smash through the glass of the cell. A teenage girl with long blonde hair jumps from the top of the bunk before collapsing in the water. She grabs another child in the cell with her, tossing her on the bunk as she finds her feet, before walking over to the glass and tapping her finger on it.

“What’s she trying to say?” Tate says, trying to read her lips.

I open my link and she jumps when I force it to connect with her. She shakes her head staring at me. “Behind you. The wall. The steel case holds the keys.” she says pointing behind me and tapping the glass with her finger. I race over, going to where she is pointing before ripping the cover off.

“You've gotta be joking!” hundreds of keys were in there. Each cell having its own.

Tate grabs a handful when I notice each cell has a division number on it. Looking at each cell above each door had a number as well.

“The numbers! Grab the keys and find the numbers!” I yell over to everyone.

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