Anarchy Found (SuperAlpha, #1)(40)

Molly shakes her head. “No. They are not the kind of people who call the police for help. They saw a girl with needle tracks on her arms and her neck. She had cuts and bruises all over her body. She lost her memory for good reason, they said.”

I let out a sigh. “So they took you in. Taught you the business?”

“I trained for a while. But I’m smart, you know.”

I let out a soft laugh at that. “I know.” It was not called the Prodigy School for no reason. We were all smart, but they made us smarter.

“And the next season I was part of the show. No one ever said a word. I guess if you have to run away in the night, inject yourself with mind-altering drugs, and forge a new life when you’re eight, you can do a lot worse than landing in the Masters family.”

“So what happened?” I’m afraid to hear her version of the details, but I need to know them.

“Dead.” This makes her turn her whole body away from me again. “My father was first. Accident during a show. And then my brother six months ago. Same thing, but that time it was a race.”

“And your mother?”

“Insane. She went crazy and tried to kill me and my brother after my father died and she’s been locked up ever since. So you see, it can start out great but there’s no guarantees. Things happen. Time changes things. There’s no guarantee that walking away was the right choice. And you could’ve taken me with you. We could’ve stayed together.”

She has to know that’s not true. Even if Case’s parents wanted to take in two kids, there was the whole dynamic between us. The Prodigy School does nothing by accident. “You know what you are to me?” I ask.

She sighs but says nothing.

“They made me into Alpha, but there is no Alpha without an Omega. You’re my killer, Molly. That’s the purpose they designed for you.”

“Who says?” she asks. “Why do they get to create my purpose? It doesn’t have to be that way, Lincoln.”

But she’s wrong. We are what they made us. They made me a killer and they made her to kill me if I didn’t cooperate.

I don’t know her whole story. I doubt she does either. She was too young when they got a hold of her. Five years old? Four? Younger? But I do know that they changed us. Both individually and as a pair. They did it with drugs. They did it with conditioning. They did it through punishments and rewards that were so cruel, but so sweet at the same time.

They set us up to fall in love and if we had stayed at school, they’d have set us up to die in hate. Because one day I’d stop being a compliant teenager and start being a man they could not control. And my Omega would be there on that day to take me out.

And if Thomas hadn’t come up with the plan, I’d have gone off the rails and been dead months before we escaped.

After we killed everyone at the school, Molly was the only person left who could control me. Because I can’t hurt her without experiencing pain. The sickness takes a hold of me immediately, just like when I try to point a gun at Thomas or Case.

But the inhibition conditioning with Thomas and Case is something that needs to be forged. We inject ourselves every six months as a show of faith. We’ve been using the cocktail to bind us together since we were kids and I found the formula at school.

I gave it to Molly last weekend. It wasn’t even planned, it was a syringe I had made up for Case. So right now she can’t hurt me either, but it won’t last long. I’m surprised it even worked at all since it was coded for Case’s DNA.

Molly’s control over me is different. It’s not optional and it never has to be renewed. She was made with some little part of me coded into her. Some little part that gives her total control. She is a weapon and the only target she will ever aim at is me.

Leaving separately that night was the only option if we both wanted to live, even if she doesn’t fully understand yet.

But I don’t want to think about that right now. I don’t to go back and I don’t want to go forward. I just want to be in the now.

And right now she’s in my bed.





Chapter Twenty-Six - Molly




One hand slips under my shirt. I draw in a breath and his other arm under my body squeezes me tighter into his chest. He still has those gloves on. But even though the leather is soft, I wish he’d take them off and touch me with his fingers.

“Molly,” he says, his lips finding my ear. He kisses me so softly my head spins and my eyes close, wishing the darkness away. “I’m sorry. I did what I thought was best for you. And I don’t want to talk about that night again.”

“They why am I here?”

“Because you made me realize something.”

“What?” I whisper.

He kisses me again, his lips trailing down my neck. And then he repositions himself. The one arm hugging me slips out from under me and I lie flat on his bed, looking up into the shape of his face. He’s a shadow hovering over me, backlit by the green hazy computer light.

His mouth finds mine and our lips come together.

I grab his bare shoulders with both hands and pull. I want everything. I want Lincoln. I want my Alpha. I want him to lie on top of me, skin to skin. I want him to take back all the years he stole from me. I want all those moments we missed. I want all that love, all that pain, all that f*cked-upness. I want all the possibilities they stole.