Behind The Alpha Book 8 ADAM
Chapter 1

(Chapter song ‘You Will Be This Legend' by Really Slow Motion)

ADAM

The heart beats. The blood flows red.

The heart dies, stops and the blood still flows with life.

Eyes open black, green, blue. They view the membrane that encloses me and keeps me safe.

Arms reach. Legs stretch. Ears listen to the words spoken from her. Neurons connect and our minds link. She speaks to me in her thoughts.

I don’t speak any more than what she needs to hear.

‘I am Adam.’

The minds of others reach into my thoughts. Even inside, they praise me. The Hive mind speaking as one.

But there is no love from me. There never will be.

Changes happen. Teeth change over and over. Canines, fangs and back again. Bones light, hollow and strong. Muscles ready to fight the thing that awaits me.

The animals within bind to my soul. The dark, soulless vampire. The unruly lycan. The heart of the Alpha shifter. The union of three. Each adding to the monster that will fight the ultimate battle for a planet I don’t even know.

The fluid around me changes from warm to cool then warm again. The life line connects me to the body that nourishes my prophesized existence. The vision that saw me coming.

And I am coming. He rises, so shall I.

The loud rhythmic heart beats outside the womb I occupy. The senses of the father as she drinks his blood. The blood which keeps me sustained in life.

The fights. The changing over and over. Muscles, bone structures. The hits rattle me in the liquid. The sights outside the thin wall change and the blood she drinks flows to my life line giving me even more strength. The blood of all my people enter my body.

The hunger rises. Takes hold. The more I drink, the more I crave. The more I crave, the more I demand. She submits to me. Hunts for me. Her sustenance is fleeting. My hunger grows more with each passing day.

My hand raises to my eyes. Through the clear fluid, I see the veins. I see the power. I feel it.

I must feed it. I must free myself from this prison.

The voices. Voices of the ones who will feed me while I wait. They mumble words of love. Soft words of adoration. Words I couldn’t care less about. The keepers of my life are merely that. They believe the man I will become will be theirs. That is farther from the truth. I’m no one’s. I’m everything and nothing. This place is familiar and will be again. I do not feel for it and never will. The repetition killed that part of my soul long ago.

It’s so painful. I need out. I struggle against the walls, demanding escape.

I hear her screams. I feel the pressure. I fight back hard. Her muscles squeeze me and I shove back, but I tire quickly. She screams again and I see. I see what’s happening. She’s releasing me from my cramped prison. Opening the door. Allowing me into the world to feed my hunger and prepare myself.

I must help her accomplish this.

I shove and deal a great deal of pain. For that I’m truly sorry. I push again and the pressure of her womb lessens. The air is cold. I cry out as the light hurts my eyes. They spent so long in the dark.

Hands touch me. They help me out. I’m freezing, but it’s not due to air. No.

My heart dies. It stops. It shuts off. The blood in my veins turn to deaths blood and the vampiric darkness takes hold. This will be the face of the three. They have chosen death to be the legend this time.

I will comply.

My vision is blurred. My hearing erratic. I cry for food. I hear voices and feel myself being lifted. I hear her voice. It’s different outside the prison. I feel her arms wrap around me. I hear my father laugh with happiness. I feel her blood on my lips and my instincts tell me to drink. I suckle with ferocious vigor. When blood is no longer attainable, her breast will supply the rest of the nourishment I require.

“Adam, my love.”

Her soft voice lulls my tired head. The event of my escape drained my energy. Her blood fills me and I feel my eyelids fall. The soft voices fade and my mind goes dark.

But not for long.

He calls.

He knows I’ve arrived. He laughs in the darkness. Taunts me. He makes me unsure I can win, but I always win. Always. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.

It’ll be years before I face him. For now, I focus on growth. There’s only one animal inside me that can make that happen quickly. Quick growth is what I’ll need. I have no time to waste.

I need to be ready to leave the safety of these arms. To walk away from the people who celebrate my entry into the world. I can’t let them in.

The reason of my life beginning again will be something they will never understand. All I can do is fulfill my purpose as always and forget those that made it happen. Separate myself early.

Attachments…Love…

For a fleeting moment I felt it. The shifter in me allowed it and I punished him for it. I got a taste in that moment and now, I wash it away as if it was a stain on my cold dead heart.

He will not feel that again.

You would think the moment of my birth would be the part I hate. No. It’s the time after that angers me most.

The weakness. Having to rely on others for survival. Not being able to walk or talk. I cry. They interpret that as needs when, in fact, it’s frustration.

The small body I’m trapped in feels like yet another prison. Until the animal is ready, I’m stuck like this. When he awakens the process can begin.

When it did finally come, I was prepared for it.

My bones cracked then broke. The winds filled my nursery. My blood boiled and my dead heart came to life. It beat hard to accommodate the change. My legs and arms elongated. My claws extended and my fingers turned grotesque. My body stretched.

My tiny body of 3 years old, covers in black fur and I grow. My lycan creates the structure I will build on. I feel them move within me. I feel the rush of blood through the heart that is alive. I don’t like this feeling.

Through the newly developed eyesight, I see my parents throw open my door and rush into my room.

My eyes narrow and I lean to them with snarling lips. My body practically fills the tiny child’s room. My wolf let’s them know where I stand and roars a deadly roar in their faces.

They stand in shock, looking up at me and I see my fathers eyes glow blue. His wolf rising angers me more, but I do concede.

My body shifts to my vampire form. I am now, the lycan age of 14. My short, platinum white hair is a mess. My naked shoulders seethe as my parents stare. I look over my pale, cold skin on my adolescent body. I force my heart to stop beating and the lycan disappears into dark regions of his cage.

“What are you looking at?” I grit as they blink at each other. My pale green eyes stare at them with a bitter contempt.

“Are you sure? Check him again. From what I read…”

I sit on the doctor’s medical bed at the Phoenix Security Unit, fuming while I’m being poked and prodding for my fathers own reassurance.

“I’m fine.” I quietly growl.

“No, Adam. Even under special circumstances, your shift shouldn’t have happened this early. We have to make sure you’re alright.” My father crosses his arms.

I groan and shake my head.

“I’m afraid he’s right, Alpha. Outside of a case of raging teenage hormones influenced by his Lycan, Adam’s completely fine.” The doctor confirms.

I raise my eye to my father. “See. Can we go now?”

“Uh…fine.” He looks at his watch. “I'll call your mother to pick you up so you two can head to bed. I have to get to work. Just if anything else happens, call me.” He hands me my jacket and I shrug it on as I jump from the bed.

“I don’t need sleep.” I say as I push past him.

He follows behind me. “I know you’re a sunwalker, but your mother is on the night shift and it would be better if you were on the same schedule for now.”

I glare at him over my shoulder. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Uh…yeah, you do. I’m not leaving you alone while all this is happening.” He informs.

I spin around. “Hunter. Go to work. I can make my own way home. Quit being annoying and leave me alone.”

“Excuse me?” He cinches his brows and questions me.

“I realize this is new to you, but it’s not to me. I can handle this. Now, go to your office.” I point up the hall.

He starts to chuckle. “That’s cute.”

“Is it?” My eyes glow black then gold and my teeth descend. “Leave me.” My demonic words are dark and low.

He looks me over with concern. I can feel something inside him rise. Not his wolf, something else. Something much darker than what I expected.

He steps to me. “Listen to me, little man. The last thing you can throw at me is disrespect. I’m your father.”

I snarl my lip. “Let’s make one thing very, very clear. You are not my father and you never will be.”

A look of shock crosses his face as I eye him one last time and head for the front door of the building.

“ADAM!”

I break into a vamp run and blur out there and away from him.

I can’t explain it.

I don’t know why?

I can’t answer your questions.

I just am.