3rd POV Big and extravagant explosions were what were supposed to happen in the battle, and every Shadow Troop would agree: it would be totally fun to see ten Humvees explode into the sky, painting the sky with the yellow color of the explosion and flames. But sadly, the Shadow Troops didn’t do that again. Since their boss, Alex, took control of the mafia world and became the Dark King, a title people bestowed upon him, he gained many supporters from various mafia family leaders due to his efficiency, effectiveness, and ability to generate more profit through frugality. All those working under the Dark King were required to undergo 101 lessons on the importance of frugality and how to become rich by being miserly. They learned that rich people buy only what they need, not what they want. Although they wanted to explode all the Humvees, they knew that doing so would lead to a lengthy interrogation from their leader upon returning to base. They could already hear the questions: "Why
Aurora’s POV "You are weak… You are useless… You don’t deserve it…" Those voices kept spiraling inside my head constantly; I was never able to free myself from them. 28 years ago, my mother left our small town, returning 3 years later, burdened with pregnancy. After she gave me a birth, my mother lingered for four more years before mysteriously vanishing. Thus, my life was spent under my grandmother's care, my father's identity remaining a mystery and a source of disgrace to all. I was designated as the omega by the community, even though my grandmother and mother were once Betas. I endured a childhood marred by relentless bullying and numerous tears. My peers targeted me for being an omega and for my lack of parents, some cruelly saying my mother was a bitch, selling herself and causing an unwanted pregnancy, bringing shame to the family. Growing up, I was steeped in timidity, lacking the courage to assert myself and always fearing the people around me. "You can't walk in front
3rd POVThe aged butler, well-versed in the unpredictability of berserk wolves, moved cautiously towards where Xander lay. He had long served Prince Nicholas, his primary duty being to safeguard his master from any lurking dangers. He knew that Aurora, their target and the luna, had grown furious when her companion was assaulted by his master.Observing Xander's condition, he gently raised her upper body from the ground, propping her into a sitting position. "My lady," he began, his voice calm, "he still lives, albeit with a few broken bones. Prompt medical attention could save him. However, if you do not release my master..."The butler, with a swift motion, produced a short knife and pressed it against Xander's neck. "Should you refuse, he will join my master in the afterlife. What say you?"Aurora's anger intensified, her biting grip on Nicholas causing him to wail in agony. As the butler applied pressure on the knife, a trickle of blood seeped from Xander's wound.The sight and sc
Aurora's POVAfter breakfast, a maid guided me through the expansive palace to the royal study hall. We traversed a long, lofty corridor adorned with an array of paintings, their rich colors vivid against the walls and ceiling. She pushed open a massive, three-meter-high wooden door."Please enter, Mademoiselle," she said, gesturing inside.The Royal Study Hall was an impressive chamber, steeped in history. It was designed in the style of an amphitheater, with ample space to seat fifty individuals. Rows of chairs ascended in tiers, providing an unobstructed view of the front. An elderly woman, adorned in a gown reminiscent of a bygone era, oversaw the proceedings. Four young women, who appeared to be around my age, were seated nearby."Well, Miss Aurora," the old woman began, her voice stern and unyielding, "you are a week late. Please take your seat, and you can learn alongside your peers."By habit, I tried to find the seat that will cause the less attraction to others."Since we ha
‘Me as the queen?’ I was kind of confused by this sudden notice. As I wanted to aske more…"With all due respect, Prince Nicholas," Scarlet addressed Prince Nicholas with a daring stance. She began confidently, "why is it that Omega is deemed worthy to be a Queen while we are reduced to mere concubines? I can offer everything she can.""You, come here," Prince Nicholas commanded with a slight nod, beckoning Scarlet closer.With eagerness and a confident stride, Scarlet approached him, radiating seductive allure with each step. Without any prior warning, Prince Nicholas's hand swung out, delivering a stinging slap across Scarlet's cheek, leaving a fiery red mark. Shocked, Scarlet began to protest. "What is the meaning of ...!"Before she could complete her sentence, he struck her once more, his eyes aflame with unspoken rage."Why...!" Scarlet attempted to speak, but Prince Nicholas struck her once again, this time with even greater force, sending her tumbling to the floor. Scarlet's d
In my life, I had always restrained myself, no matter how angry I was. I staunchly believed that inflicting pain on others was an unforgivable act. Yet, in a moment that felt both eternal and fleeting, I found myself betraying my own principles. For the first time, I plunged a short, 20 cm military knife into Scarlet's abdomen. The blade slid effortlessly, fully embedding itself, as blood began to seep, staining her naked skin and the white bed sheet beneath.Her screaming pain was blocked by a mouth gag, and her both hands and feet are chained to the bed. The sight was ghastly. Blood trickled down, warm and startlingly red, creating a stark contrast against her pale skin."If you slice it to the side, following the knife's sharp edge, it will open a big wound, like when Japanese people perform hara-kiri, and her stomach organ will spill out. If you twist your knife like a knob, she will get a nasty wound that will be hard to heal. So, what's your choice?" The sound was ringing in my
"Don’t you think this is already sufficient for the spar?" Nadine's voice echoed close by. As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw her standing between Marie and Scarlet, with a knife in each hand, poised at each of their necks. She was pulling her knifes or their neck away from me with deliberate, dangerous grace. "Be careful," she warned in a low, menacing tone. "These knives are blind. Make no sudden moves, or I might accidentally slice your throats. Now, step away from the girl." "What the hell are you doing, Nadine?" Scarlet's voice rose in alarm. "I'm simply aligning myself with Prince Nicolas," Nadine replied, her smile chilling. "He proclaimed this girl as his queen. As his loyal concubine, it's my duty to protect her. But you, flaming red hair, I'm afraid your fate is sealed tonight. You might have learned some of our personal information’s, but you clearly don't understand the Prince. He despises those who tamper with his possessions. Had you actually killed her, we'd all be in
Nadine glanced at her watch once more, her eyes reflecting a glint of determination, before rising from her seat. "Come on," she said, her voice steady but urgent. "We need to rehearse. It's crucial you remain calm when the attack begins because it will be total chaos, like hell in broken. Follow me, it won't take long. Should we get separated, you'll know exactly where to run."Internally, I battled my desire to escape. 'I can't stand this place any longer. It's suffocating. I need to get out,' I thought.I trailed behind Nadine, who navigated the dimly lit hallway with a practiced ease, her silhouette framed against the dark night sky visible through the windows. We twisted and turned, then descended a narrow staircase."As we approach the corner of the hall, note the two guards stationed there," Nadine instructed, her voice low and conspiratorial. "At the opportune moment, one will leave for the restroom. The other will be distracted by his lover—a maid—enticing him with a long, im