BLAISE It’s cold. I blink, eyelids heavy. The right underside of my neck aches with a dull pain, as if I’d slept on it wrong last night. There are blurs of gold, lines streaking vertically across my vision. I blink again, eyes creasing together. The lines slowly come into focus. At first, I’d thought that I was dreaming. But the lines slowly focus into reality. And soon, I’m blinking wildly. I’m in the corner of a massive room where the windows are thrown open on the other side. Cold air pours through, with sharp bursts of wind. The room is empty, spare a bed that’s made to perfection in the center. Freedom. I run for it. But when I stand up, my head slams into something. The entire world shakes. And I instantly tip over, a wave of nausea roiling down my clogged chest as I fall down on my bottom. My outstretched hands hit against the golden bars that I hadn’t thought that actually existed. It’s a cage. Not just a cage. A massive birdcage hanging from the ceiling. And
Think. Think, Blaise, think. “You do know that the Alpha has probably noticed that I’m gone by now, right?” I say, voice quickening as his hand moves down to clasp around the clothed curve of my left breast. A smile flickers on the tips of his lips as he presses his thumb into the soft flesh, as if he knows that I’m trying to stall. “Yes.” “And the other Omega.” I continue, my hands clamping into useless fists by my sides. “If you do anything to him, the Shadow Beta will literally have your head. He’s his favorite. I can guarantee that.” He laughs. “Ezra?” “Do you really think that he is stronger than I am?” A gasp instinctively bursts from my lips as he squeezes his grip, pulling upwards. Panic bleeds into my expression within a second as I wrap both hands around his wrist, digging all ten of my nails into the flesh. But he doesn’t let go. “You’re going to have to try a little harder than that, kitten.” His other hand presses into the small of my back, shifting me for
??? It had begun when the Moon had sunken into the shadows of the clouds and the entire land had descended into darkness. A howl had split the night into a million pieces. The Shadow Pack had finally come to claim the Rouge. Now I lay trembling in a dark cabinet, squeezed into a space that I’m twice bigger than. I dare not even breathe. The Packhouse is eerily silent. Once in a while, an agonized scream or a defeated gasp thunders through the air. Then, it is back to silence. The noise had gotten closer over time. I didn’t even know where our own Alpha was, while the Shadow ravaged our Pack into ashes. But I should’ve known. From the moment Damian Rouge had challenged our previous Alpha and had left his body in shreds, he hadn’t done a single thing for the Pack’s benefit. All he had ever done was either pace like a madman around the lengths of his chambers, murmuring a name over and over under his breath. The other half of the time he spent sleeping with all the female wolv
BLAISE My voice. I can’t speak. I’m back inside the damned birdcage, my chilled hands clasped tightly around the gold-tinted bars. My lips are chapped than they had ever been. And my voice is in complete ruination. He had made me sing for hours. From dusk to dawn. He hadn’t allowed me to stop even when my voice had started to crack and fade, splitting at the ends of each note. And now my voice is gone. When I speak, the words that had used to come out like the softest silk is now rough and ugly. I still hadn’t seen Noel. It had been two days, and I wasn’t even sure if he was dead or alive. I could only do my best. But who knew if that psychopath was as good of a liar as he looked? Noel could be dead, his body buried in the snow. And I wouldn’t even know if he really was. Frustrated tears flow out of my reddened eyes. Then I pull a fist back, slamming my closed hand around the bars. The cage shakes on its hinges. And soon, my body is shaking with silenced sobs. Why. Why wa
BLAISE If not for you, then for me, angel. Christian’s voice echoes in my mind as I touch the Pendant around my throat. Nightfall is descending. Soon he’d be here, any minute now. And I didn’t have neither courage nor the voice to face him. I couldn’t stall any longer. There was no way how. I didn’t know any way how. I squeeze my eyes shut, both hands closing around the Alpha’s signet. My entire body shakes with the anticipation. And I force myself to think back to his voice. Blaise. Love. Will you forgive me? I have used my Dominance on you when I have promised not to. Forgive me, sweet love. A breath thunders through my chest. Sweat beads on the side of my face, as I grip the signet tighter and tighter. My heart crashes against my throat, blood roaring in my ears. In the corner of my mind, I see him. I see his pained eyes, those eyes. Always shining with such brilliance. So gold. Deeper and more serene than any lake that I had ever seen. Blaise. Will you ever l
It’s as if time itself stops. Heat pools on my cheek, turning into a thick, wet rivulet of blood that drips down the side of my face. The blood reaches the sheets and soaks it the shade of dark red. Pain soon blooms from the heat, but I don’t feel it. He’s completely frozen above me. His crimson eyes fix on the scar that must run in an ugly, red line across my face. He looks so stunned— as if I had done the last thing that he had ever expected me to do. I barely resist the urge to flash a smile in his direction. Now what will you do? Psychopathic bastard. The lust has dissipated from his eyes. And such a long time passes, before he speaks again. He speaks in a voice that’s deathly quiet, full of a fury that’s about to explode into shrapnels. “What the fuck did you do?” I look up at him. And I know I’ve guessed right. He only goes after those that are pristine. He doesn’t spare a second glance for those that are already— Then he laughs. “You foolish Omega.” He rips Ch
NOEL I did it. The chains slip free and hit the floor with a dull, metallic clang. The skin of my wrists underneath are raw and tender. But that’s the last thing that I need to think about, right now. Blaise. I slowly shift up from the chair that I was sure that I had been chained to for at least three days. Or maybe it had already been a week. I had no way of telling— there wasn’t a single window in the room to tell day and night apart. Time had just blended into nothingness while I was here. Damian Rouge had only been here once. And I pray, as I softly rest a trembling hand against the doorknob. It slides open smoothly when I twist. He’d underestimated me. The door swings open, so quietly. It opens to a dark hall. My amber eyes flicker, already too adjusted with the darkness. It’s night. I can tell, with the familiar darkness that had descended all over wherever this place was. I needed to find Blaise and get the hell out of here. But where? And at first, I exp
BLAISE Forget it. The snow is cold and pristine to the touch as I run, my paws brushing up a quiet track next to Noel’s slightly larger ones. Snow starts to fall, in a light flurry. The air is sharp, deeply seasoned by winter. It hurts to run. Noel notices and slows down for my sake. He doesn’t stray an inch further from my side, his amber eyes warm and gentle on me. When I accidentally trip over a thick tree root that had been covered by the snow, he quickly latches onto my scruff and pulls me back up to my feet. “Just a little more, Blaise.” He licks the scar on my face affectionately. And the warmth makes my legs nearly give out from underneath me. A part of me had still believed that I was back in that birdcage, my throat raw from singing and completely exposed to a pair of vivid scarlet eyes. “Just a little further.” The snowfall turns heavier. And we run. Neither of us know where we are going, but we just continue. Even when the trees get thicker and that there i
________________________________BLAISEAfter that day, I hadn't seen a trace of Christian. Now it had almost been a full week, and I had lost most of the confusing thoughts with what had happened. The first three days I hadn't been able to get him out of my mind. But by now I'd convinced myself that he'd probably realized he didn't feel that way about me. We hadn't had contact for years. There was just no way he could have fallen in love with me. My fingertips hover above the keyboard of my laptop. Great. I was thinking about him again, wasn't I? Leaning back into the chair, I take a sip of iced coffee and start typing again. Half of my mind is still occupied with Christian. It wasn't good to think about him. He did this, to me. Always. He made me wonder. He would always leave me so confused and lost, always leave my head so full of him. Then he'd leave for years and not come back. A bitter expression passes by my lips. It was better to just forget it entirely. "Miss?" "M
__________________________________Great.This was just all fucking great, dammit.The moon is already high up in the sky. And I'm wandering in the dark, empty streets of Seoul, my stomach turning with the guilt of having said all that to him.I'd just run. I'd run away from him, without even thinking where I'd go.Would he still be there, at my apartment?I had no idea.And the regret is just growing by the second, slowly pressing down on my chest.I'd acted so childish just now. Like a childish little brat, out to get revenge. I could've just held it all in. Held it in, like I'd always done.I don't know why I'd gotten so emotional when I'd seen Christian's face.I'd just completely lost my composure. I'd just lost it in front of him, not even thinking what was going to happen next.And I'm so deep in my own thoughts I don't even look where I'm walking.My shoulder crashes into someone."Ah!"A surprised yelp bursts from my lips as I tumble backwards onto the sidewalk. And I complet
_______________________________BLAISE"Ow."My eyes slowly flicker open. And I'm surprised to see that I'm in my own kitchen, my head tucked between my hands and chest leaning against the island table. I'm seated on the high chair, but in the opposite way so I'm practically hugging the back of the chair.How in the world had I gotten into this—"Don't move."Christian?!I twist around in surprise. But the moment I do, pain streaks up my spine and I nearly tumble off the chair."Ah!"Strong hands wrap around my shoulders, righting me back on the chair again. Christian sounds absolutely pissed."I told you not to move.""What are you even—"I look down to see that he's wrapping bandages around my stomach. My shirt, soaked completely in blood, is thrown in a messy pile on the wooden floor.I'm only in my bra.My face goes paler than before."Christian!""Relax." He says, and I can practically hear him roll his eyes even when I can't see him. "Should I have let you bleed to death then?"
________________________________"So you see— the sign changes, because the variable comes over to this side. And then you would flip this, too." I say, tapping at the paper with the eraser of my tipped pencil."Do you unders—Christian!"He's examining a strand of ramen, holding the chopsticks over his head. His eyes flicker to me."Yeah?""Put that in your mouth. Right now." I snap, grabbing a napkin and wiping the corner of his lips. He immediately pulls back, his expression tense."What are you doing?!""I should be asking you that." I fire back, crossing my arms. "Did you listen to anything that I said for the last ten minutes?""...I did.""Tell me one thing."He frowns, looking thoughtful for a second. Then he looks up at me with a pointed look."The variable changes, because the sign comes over to the other side of the equation. Okay? I've been listening, Ms. Ara."I raise a brow. Does he really think he's outsmarted me or something?"More like the sign changes because the vari
________________________________"Browse around." I suggest as I start picking books out for my next class. "I might take a while. There are a lot of books here.""I don't read.""Well, you can." I raise my eyebrow when I see him brooding at me from the corner. "What are you interested in? What kinds of topics?"He breathes. "How should I know?""No hobbies or anything?" I ask, tapping my finger on the cover of a book. "What about stories, then?""Here."I hold out a copy of one of my favorites."I don't want—""No. I'm giving you something to do as your punishment. Just wait until I finish checking out some books, alright?" I say firmly, making his expression steel. He rips the book from my hands.Then he walks briskly over to the reading corner, dropping into a plush chair with a stormy look.I laugh.He really was an interesting one._______________________________I finally pick out the last book, piling on top of all the others in the checkout box. That had taken over an half hou
"Christian."“Get to the blackboards, will you?”______________________________BLAISEI go through the list of names, one by one."Amana.""Yes, Ms. Ara.""Yousef?""Here.""Skylar.""Here."Finally, my pen stops at a name."Christian."No answer. I look up. And the boy is sitting in the far side of the window, his eyes fixed on me with a dark, haughty stare.I look back down at the clipboard, a smirk tugging on my lips."Christian Shadow. Is Christian here today?"Still no answer."Alright. Christian marked absent." I say loudly, crossing off the box next to his name. He gives me a disinterested expression, like he doesn't really believe that I actually had done what I said.Christian Shadow. It was my first day teaching the junior class, and all the teachers at school had talked so much about this single boy that caused so much trouble.According to them, he skipped classes for days on end. Got into fights, on the rare days that he did attend school.And apparently, he was the son
I hadn't been in a Striker apartment ever since Alen's death. But now with Ezra as my Shield, I step into our very own space, a place where I'd be safe to come back to every night.I would never have to step foot into my father's house again. For the rest of my life.The bruises are still fresh.And I'd tried to remember. I'd really tried, to recall what exactly he'd done to me that night. It was like someone had completely wiped out all of my memories, and I had no idea how I'd ended up that day.I knew it was my father, but I could not remember.My feet light and silent against the floor, I find a book and sink into one of the soft couches in the living room.The Firstblade was out, so that I was alone in the apartment.He'd said that he wouldn't be back until an hour later.Halfway through the book, I find my eyes slowly drooping. I let myself drift into half-sleep when all of a sudden, a heavy noise echoes through the room.My eyes flash back open.Someone was knocking.Leaving th
NOEL (2)How dare he.I'd heard him. How dare he insult Ezra like that, when he was nothing compared to the Firstblade? He hadn't been there— hadn't been there when I'd been pleading, watching him fight for his life that day in the blood-covered snow.He knew nothing.For the first time, the anger feels like it might consume me alive."Father.""You will not touch the Firstblade." I hiss, the point of my knife gleaming in the winter sun. And my father snatches his hand back, the surprise in his eyes turning into a flash of fear.Then rage, when he recognizes his own son.But for the first time I'm not trembling. Instead I'm looking him straight in the eyes, my knife a flicker of silver as I sheathe it again.My voice is steel."You can do anything you want with me.""But I won't let you mock him like this."Not when you don't even know what he's been through.My father looks furious, his face burning red. Of course— I'd humiliated him in front of all the other councilors, people who h
EZRA (1)I could only hope that he'd listened to me. Most Strikers had returned to their apartments by this time, shared with their Shields. Only a few actually went home to their own Houses.Their Shields.My expression turns bitter.Before I leave, my eyes flicker down the dark hallway. There's a little bit of light coming from the endmost room, where Noel should be. Because we didn't have Shields, both of us had rooms in the compound itself.It was late, nearly midnight.And my features stay flat as I turn my feet towards his room. The beam of light is streaming through the slight crack of his door— and I see that he'd listened to me.He's collapsed asleep in the middle of the bed, a candle flickering on the nightstand. There's a book fallen open right next to his head.The door doesn't make a sound when I shift it further open.My steps are silent as I take the book and close it, placing it by the candle. Then I pull the covers back over his slender figure.I was certain he'd kick