KATHERINE
Stephen was looming over me, his face a mask of pure irritation, and I could tell he wasn't happy to see me standing in the middle of his secret lair. He gripped my shoulders hard, his fingers digging into my skin as he demanded to know why I was there, but I didn't flinch. I stood my ground, staring right back into those cold gray eyes, and I let him see that I wasn't afraid of him or his little underground prison.
"I know exactly what you’re doing here, Stephen," I said, my voice cutting through the damp air of the bunker. "You’re smuggling Alphas around like cargo, hiding them under a school building for whatever evil reasons you’ve got cooked up in that head of yours.
I’m going to expose you, I'm going to tell everyone that their 'hero king' is just a common criminal wit
