All Chapters of Alpha Promise: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“You have been given a free ride thus far,” said General Edwards. “It’s time to test your duty to this country. I need to know, are you up for it, Ms. Layton?”The confusing question did little to settle my nerves. Edwards was an uptight, yes-man, who now expected others to yes-man him. Somewhere in his sixties, his shortly cropped hair and shaved face, all the way to his shiny black boots, proved he had no business commanding a fighting force. He didn’t get dirty, nor go without meals or a place to urinate or shit in privacy. This was his third appearance during the past year at an outpost he commanded. It was the first time I’d been ordered to his barely used office which was a tent larger than my sleeping quarters.Who exactly was I to be called in front of a general?Tara Layton, at your service. I was the only civilian at the outpost and I desperately needed to stay under the radar. My shoulder-length, thick brown hair, uninteresting features that no one would call beautiful, and

The problem with sleep, even after drinking enough alcohol to down a ship, was the dreams I’d had since my eighteenth birthday. This night was no exception. I opened my eyes in a bedroom I’d visited many times. The walls were covered in red brocade with gold embroidery. The huge bed took up the majority of space. The bed’s cover had the opposite pattern from the walls with red on gold. I wouldn’t have decorated any room this way, but I hadn’t lived in the eighteen century or earlier. The bedroom reminded me of one of the historical novels I’d read years before.Naked, I sat down on the bed. Sometimes I wore sexy lingerie but not tonight. My mystery man wanted me without clothing and I never argued in my dreams. Not that I knew it was a dream while I was in that strange room. I lay down and positioned my body seductively.The man stepped toward me. He was dressed in tight formfitting black pants and a white shirt with long sleeves that flared at the wrists. On some men the shirt might

Walking forward, I heard them a minute later and then saw three motorbikes. I walked over the hill and they were driving straight for me. They didn’t stop at first and I held my ground. Within minutes, they were circling about twenty feet around me. I waited while the dust spun up. It made breathing hard.Assholes.Finally, one drove closer and the others stopped.“Fancy finding a piece of tail out here?” the biggest and ugliest said from a few feet away.He was dressed in dirty jeans and a leather vest. No shirt to cover his overly hairy body. He had several thick gold chains around his neck and I wondered if they got caught up in his chest hair. His shaggy brown hair was oily and rivulets of sweat rolled down his dirty face into his scraggily unkempt beard. All I could smell were the bike exhaust fumes but I had a feeling they covered the group’s body odor. I should be thankful. My eyes quickly scanned the other two. Triplets came to mind. They matched all the way to their bushy bea

The wooden sword was perfectly balanced, though lighter than a metal sword. Kenner had his own metal forge and carved the wooden ones himself. I’d left my sword in my room. Kenner made it for me when my father commissioned it. Kenner said it was his best work. I looked at the swords on the wall and had trouble believing it. They were all beautifully detailed and made with love.We went straight to the courtyard to the area where I’d watched him and my father practice. There were rises of different heights on all sides with sand traps between. I would listen to the clash of their swords for hours as they dodged, jumped, and charged.My father never told Kenner he took it easy on him but I knew. We faced each other but neither of us bowed. Respect to your opponent was given after a fight. Kenner came at me with a solid mid strike which he pulled and reversed the blade so it came upward, looking for an opening.My fingers tingled and I dodged the move, knowing his intent.“You have been

I kept a tight hold on the sword, adjusted my stance, and held on. It glowed and pulsed. My father’s instructions didn’t say how long to keep it in the dirt or that I should hold it. I’d never had an affinity for plants, but now, the surrounding plants reached toward me. I carefully released the sword with one hand and touched one. Its energy caressed my fingers. I exhaled in wonder.“Tara?” Kenner asked.I jumped and then turned and smiled.“My father gave me a few instructions,” I said excitedly. “Apparently, the plants and earth recharge my power. He never mentioned any of this to you?” It was a stupid question because I knew the answer.“He told me it was dangerous for me and Mira to know too much and I took him at his word. When I first met your father, the war between the vampires, werewolves, and humans was raging. The last thing humans needed to know was that there were more supernatural secrets.” He paused for a moment, picking his words carefully. “I was opposed to the vamps