Book 7: No One Takes My Throne!

Gene

“Hey, you, Get back here!”

I freeze in my tracks, hearing Alpha Red-Headed Guy shout at me to stop. I am the Alpha King. He is nothing but a ginger peon. Yet, I find myself unable to take another step.

I don’t understand this. His Alpha voice shouldn’t have any effect on me whatsoever. Could it be that I’m just scared?

Of course not! I’m Alpha Gene! My mommy didn’t raise me to be scared of anything.

Still, as I hear the heavy footsteps of Alpha Red-Headed Guy approaching me, I swallow hard. Why can’t I remember anyone’s name anymore? Maybe if I could use his name and command him, he’d have to leave me alone. But it’s been a few weeks since I saw these guys, and the only names I can remember are Mary and Reba. Wait–those are girls’ names. The Alphas have girl names?

“You, turn around and look at me,” Alpha Red-Headed Guy demands.

“Me?” I say in a high-pitched voice. “Oh, I’m just a little old lady maid, sir. I’m no one.”