Surreptitious Alliance: Marked by My Alien Slave

Rain pov. My little human smiles at me when she catches me staring at her again and my heart beats a little easier. She's right next to me, pressed up against my side, my arm curled around her as she leans into me. It's unbelievable. It's comforting and a little unnerving seeing her here. Alive and breathing. Not stuck in a glass tube deformed and rotting. I focus on the sound of her heart beating, on the glow of her chocolate skin, the subconscious movements she makes, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, tucking her hair behind her ear, rubbing her thumb gently over my thigh. It's all signs that she's here. With me.

"What are these people doing in our house?" Rain asks as she steps out of the bathroom, smelling much better than earlier. She narrows her eyes at Morgan, like she's blaming her, and I growl a warning.

"This discussion is none of your business, pup." Benjamin tells her and she directs her glare at him instead, with that I have no problem.

"Actually, it kind of is her business. You're in her house, talking about the end of the world as she knows it. It couldn't involve her anymore if you tried you ancient tyrant." Morgan tells him and he gives her an amused look, while River starts at her in surprise, clearly not having expected my little human to stand up for her.

"The end of the world?" My sister asks, suddenly looking unsure as her gaze travels over all of the people present in the room. "Oh my..." I give her a sharp look and she gulps. "You're the representatives. You're in my house talking about the end of the world." She gasps and Agness gives her a small smile and motions her over to sit next to her. My dazed sister goes willingly as the head of our sector tucks her under her arm.

"Before we get to talking about the end of the world. I need to know you're on our side." Isa says, looking straight at Morgan who tenses beside me. I bring my hand up to cup the back of her neck and rub the tension away in movements of my thumb, glaring at the Fairie who caused it. She doesn't seem to pay me much attention, her gaze not shifting from my little human.

"I told you she's already made her choice." Luca grumbles and Isa rolls her eyes.

gentle.

"Just because she gave you access to those files doesn't mean she's made her choice. She can be playing double agent." The Fairie accuses and I feel the tension I worked out just now seep back into Morgan's shoulders. I really don't like this Fairie.

"Yeah, because they just kidnapped Rain and almost killed him because I'm playing double agent. I'm here instead of my cozy home because it's just so fun being on the run from people you know would kill you and then use your dead body to gain a vote in their personal vendetta. Cool, good to know." Morgan's voice is icy and the glare she gives the Fairie even more so. "You know, for someone who's had so much time to gain knowledge you sure as stupid as fuck." Benjamin chuckles even though we all can see Isa doesn't appreciate the way Morgan just spoke to her.

"Can we all just get down to business. This is getting us nowhere." Luca huffs and I can't help but agree. We have more important things to talk about than soothing Isa's irrational fears.

"They have hybrids." I tell them, causing everyone in the room to look at me. Morgan sits up straight against me, her gaze appearing as unsettled as I still feel knowing everything I know. "Genetically modified hybrids." I specify, causing Benjamin to rub his forehead.

"You mean babies born out of two different species mating?" River asks and I nod.

"Yes, Riv. That would be what a hybrid is." Her mouth drops open, and she would look comical now if everyone else in the room didn't look so serious.

"Isn't that impossible?" I shake my head at my sister's question though I imagine I would have been just as surprised as she's now if I didn't see it with my own eyes.

"No, no it's not. That's not all they have." I mutter, looking over at Morgan's perfect face, feeling like I almost dreamt up the whole thing, but I can still remember the smell of my stomach acid in the air. "They have these things. Rotting bodies that look deformed and mangled, like they were trying to make their own hybrids, and they didn't take so well. There were a lot of them and..." I trail off my stomach churning at how vividly I suddenly recall the image.

"And what?" Luca asks. I look down at my little human, her big brown orbs blinking up at me.

"They had what must have been a clone of Morgan. She was deformed, caught in a Lycan shift with deformed wings sprouting out her back. Her skin was ashen but covered in fur, but she was rotting, just like the rest of them." I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the image.

"They're a lot sicker than I though." Luca spits and I nod in agreement.

"Why would they have a clone of me?" Morgan whispers, looking shaken by the news and I wrap my arms tighter around her, knowing her imagination is running wild but I doubt it could be worse than the actual image. "I'm not even a hybrid. Wouldn't it make sense to clone a hybrid for experimental stuff?" Her question makes my mind stand still.

"Maybe they were doing human trials and since they hate you so much..." Luca shrugs and Morgan gives him a weak smile, even River cracks one but there are three other beings in the room who look at each other in dread. "What? What's going on?" I ask, eyed darting between the sector representatives.

If you're loving the book, nel5s.org is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! "They're not doing human trials." Despair is clear in Isa's tone as she lets her face fall into her hands and takes a shuddering breath.

"Then why..." Luca tails off looking at Morgan with a frown and I realize the moment her eyes widen what it would mean.

"I'm not." She cokes out the words. "I'm human." Morgan insists and the room goes dead silent. "Right?" She forces the words out, looking at Benjamin who gives her the saddest look I think I've ever seen in the vampires' eyes. "I'm sorry, young one." He sounds pained and looks even more so when Morgan makes a sound in the back of her throat like she can't breathe.

My parents were human." Morgan insists and Benjamin nods.

"They were but you're not your father's child. You were..." She shakes her head, gets up and rushes through the back door, leaving the rest of us in painful silence and dread swirls in the pit of my stomach.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.