Alpha Rage: Bred to rule

"H-hello? Can anyone hear me?" The young woman called as she slowly regained consciousness. She had no idea where she was. Her head was throbbing, her feet were bare, and her toes felt cold. Her shoes were gone; they must've fallen when she struggled to break free from the people who pulled her into a black van. And then, she notices her clothes. "What the… Hey! You took the wrong person, just so you know! I'm Paige----" "Paige Cavill, 19. Born and raised in the nearby neighborhood, house number 763 in Willow Street, Grants. Your father worked for one of the biggest mines there." A burly middle-aged man in a white lab coat walked in. He carried authority, and those who followed after him were nothing compared to his commanding aura. Paige bit her inner lip. She's not taken by mistake then. It was her they wanted all along. Although scared, she chose to show courage and determination to walk free. "T-this is my father's doing, right? He owes you money, and you want payback? Well, newsflash, I am not worth anything!" "Oh, no, Paige. You are worth more than millions to us. You will be the mother of our new breed of purebloods. In you, we will implant one of the most important seeds of our kind. You are special, Paige. From now on, until you give birth, you are ours." His cold voice brought shivers to Paige's spine. "P-purebloods? B-birth? You're all crazy; let me go! Let me go!!!! No!!!!" Paige screamed at the top of her lungs as two pairs of strong arms held her tight and pinned her to the bed. "NO!!!!!" Smack! A loud smack landed on his left cheek, pulling him back to reality. As a result, he sprung out of bed, waking everybody else in the shared military quarters. He was drenched in sweat and breathing heavily as if he had run a marathon. Eyes burning, he brushed his fingers in frustration on his unruly hair. His heart was threatening to rip his ribcage open. "What the f*ck is wrong with you?!" "Sorry, Rage. You were having nightmares again for the nth time this week." Knox, his buddy, tapped his back with so much force that his shoulder blades felt dislocating from his body. "I'm telling you, man. You need to visit the chaplain. He might know what's causing all this. You're howling, Rage. Animal-like howling. That's not normal." Catching his breath, he grabbed his water bottle from his bedside table, almost toppling it, and downed it in one go. "The chaplain, what for? Do you think I'm possessed and need an exorcism? Come on, Knox. You're a geek. You believe in science. You're the last person supposed to believe that cr*p." His remark earned chuckles from the other two, but Knox glared at them, and they all continued with their interrupted sleep. They all temporarily stay inside Quantico. A US Military base located in Prince William County, Virginia, 30 miles south of Washington. All are in their third year of service in the United States Army, waiting for their next dispatch. While waiting for their re-assignment orders, they all must stay in one of the many barracks inside the base. It's been three days, and there have been no orders for many of them. Knox returned to his bunk bed adjacent to Rage's and kept a watchful eye on him. "I don't know; I'm just trying to help." Rage knew Knox was sincere. They've been inseparable since they got drafted, and they've watched each other's backs since then. Knox is not just a brother in arms, but a brother he never had. He's an only child, and from what his Meemaw told him, his mother passed away after giving birth to him. His Meemaw Agatha Cavill took him under her wing, and Rage loved her more than anything. Agatha was heartbroken when he came home with news of joining the military, but the woman supported Rage and his dream. As part of his promise, he calls her every night and even brought her a home computer so they could quickly video call. It was too early to call his grandmother, and the last thing he wanted to do was startle Agatha with a phone call at an unholy hour. "I'm going out for a run." Rage grabbed his sweater and put on his running shoes. "Anyone want to come with me?" "Nah, it's three in the morning, Rage. Even the drill sergeant is snoring this time," Knox replied, positioning himself on the bed. "Maybe around five. Get some sleep." "I can't. I need to shake this off. I'll be back after an hour." This is not the first time he has dreamed of Paige. In his bones, he knew they were related. He just couldn't figure out how. The woman's name was Paige Cavill—yes, he remembers it. To him, what are the odds of having the same last name? He once tried to ask his Meemaw, but she brushed him off, stating that their last name is a common name in Arkansas, and she hadn't heard of any Paige who's related to them. He remembered when he started dreaming the same dream—it was the night he turned 21. He was born on July 10, 1999. However, the dreams all started blurry—until tonight. Everything was clear, like 4K—as if he was there. He could smell her fear, the excitement among the white-coated people, and the pungent stench of something else. Rage stepped outside the barracks and inhaled the crisp dawn air. The moon was nothing but a tiny sliver. He always had a strange affinity for the moon, especially when it was near the new moon phase. The base was still and silent aside from the roving uniformed men eager to end their shift. He filled his lungs with fresh air, and without stretching, he ran as fast as he could. Knox changed his mind and decided to join him in his jog. As he came out of the door, he saw Rage running lightning fast. In a split second, all he could see was a small dot at the far end of the base. "Was that Rage?" He couldn't believe his eyes.