Meredith’s POV“So, in summary, you didn’t get the book.” Sarah says this after I finish telling her what happened. I nod. “And you didn’t even get a peek inside the book?” she asks, and I nod again. She throws her hand up in the air and says, “I can’t say I am not surprised, but that means all our efforts were for nothing.” I bow my head, unable to say anything. What could I say? I am still very saddened and disappointed that I didn’t get to find out anything about being an omega. The only thing I have achieved today is setting my sights on some old pictures of a moon goddess and an omega. Now that I think about it, the book I found in the royal library said that omegas were divine beings. I mean, no one has ever associated an omega with being anything good, let alone being divine. There is still so much left for me to discover, and now I am back where I started. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to cry right now. “Mer? You have been awfully quiet. Are you okay
Meredith's POV:It says that every omega had powers ranging from psychic abilities to the gift of dreaming to even healing properties. The book is mostly about how the first omega came to be and how she taught her kind how to use their mystical powers. This is like a big manual. Halfway through the book, it turns into a biography of the first twenty omegas in existence. It told the stories of their struggles in life and in unlocking their powers. It explained the methods they used to nurture those powers and make themselves stronger.My curiosity peaked at the tenth omega. General Ian. It says here that he nurtured his abilities so much that he was even able to conjure up storms. I slam the book shut and try to take in all this information. I can't believe that I have never heard of any of this before. This is so cool! If all omegas really are born with such powerful abilities, how come we have always been considered weak and taken away by the council?Something must have happe
Meredith’s POVAlpha Caelen was clearly a man of great strength. Ever since that moment at the cave, I always knew he possessed many unique qualities. They all did.While Saul was cunning, smart, and more skilled in different crafts that didn’t involve brute force, Caelen was the exact opposite. This was his field. Which is why, at this moment, he circled me like a predator would its prey; my heart was pounding wildly against my chest.“You know I can hear your heart beating wildly in your chest, right?” He asks, stopping right in front of me and staring down at me with those honey brown eyes. Well, that wasn’t surprising, was it? His face is dead serious; it isn’t mischievous like Saul’s or void of emotion like Roman's. His was a somewhat combination of both.There is a wild curiosity in his eyes, along with a need for perfection. If not, there will be a blood bath. A shiver runs down my spine when he slides a strand of my hair gently behind my ear. It sends an army of goosebumps
Meredith’s POV"Wait, let me get this straight; you broke Gwen’s nose?” Sarah asks, and I nod in confirmation. She blinks up at me like she is still trying to process everything I just said. “You mean the Gwen we all know? Like Queen Bee Gwen?”A frustrated sigh leaves my lips. “There is only one Gwen in this palace, Sarah.” She takes a seat beside me by the fountain and places a hand over her head.“I don’t know if I am impressed or scared,” she mutters, and my eyebrows furrow with confusion. “Why would you be scared?” I ask, and she looks at me with her brow raised.“You punched one of the most vicious women in this whole palace and even went as far as breaking her nose. If you aren’t scared, then you are either dumb or suicidal,” she explains, and I roll my eyes. Gwen is the last person I would ever fear. “She wouldn’t dare lay a finger on me,” I say confidently, but Sarah clearly doesn’t believe that. Deep down, neither do I. Gwen is vengeful and would hardly let anyone make a f
Meredith's POV: I make my way to Sarah’s room, but she isn’t in there. My feet begin to move on their own accord to the library, but she is also nowhere to be found. And it isn’t just Sarah; it is everyone. Where could they all be?The last place I could think of is the swimming pool, so I head right there. The second I push open the door, my jaw touches the floor, and tears instantly sting my eyes.“SURPRISE!” I remained dumbfounded and speechless for the first few seconds. There are balloons and streamers everywhere. Sarah has the widest smile out of everyone here; my eyes fall on the cake in her hands, reading ‘Happy birthday, Mer', and that is when the dam officially broke. The cake wasn’t as big as the one I usually get back home, but it still meant a lot.“Sarah, what is all this?” I asked, wiping away the tears that were streaming down my cheeks. My efforts were futile, considering that more only poured out.“Your birthday party, of course! I told Madam Estrid about today,
Meredith's POV An annoyed groan leaves my lips as the buzz coming from outside my door infiltrates my ears. How can people be so loud this early in the morning?I attempt to use my pillow to shut my ears, but to no avail. I stay in that position, hoping to get some peace and quiet, but the noise only worsens.What the hell? I thought the party was over. What's with all the buzz and festivity?Sighing in defeat, I come to the realization that I won't be getting any more sleep today. I sit up and straighten my hair. My eyes fall on the three presents by my bedside, and a smile automatically lifts my lips.The memories of yesterday come flooding in, and I can't help but get this tingly sensation in my chest. I didn't know so many people cared about me here. But it still would have been better if my father were present. I wonder how he is doing. Whenever I think of him, my heart aches terribly. The weight in my chest grows heavier by the day, and all I want to do right now is hug him
Meredith's POV: The person sitting in the dark, empty room should have been expected, but I don't know why it surprised me.My eyes narrow into a glare as I stare at her sitting on an armchair. She has a blank death stare on her face, and judging by the red skin surrounding her nose and how crooked it looks, I would say she's pretty pissed.“What do you want, Gwen?” I demand, and she plasters a fake yet sadistic grin on her face.“Just to have a friendly conversation with you,” she says, and I snort.“Not interested,” I say, and just when I am about to turn my back on her, she takes out a golden dagger from her pocket and slams the tip into the arm of the chair.Most people would be scared when someone like Gwen pulled out a weapon on them. But I was pissed.That wasn't just any ordinary golden dagger.That was mine.The very one Saul gifted me. How the hell did she get it?“Well then, I suppose the conversation is going to be quite unfriendly then. Whichever way you choose, I am goi
Roman’s POVMy gaze falls over the balcony to my men scurrying about beneath me. The preparations for the ball tomorrow had commenced, and here I was making sure that everything goes according to plan. Nothing can screw this up; I have to catch the mole tonight. A pair of approaching footsteps fills my ears, and I already know who my visitor is without having to look at them. “Is it ready?” I ask him, and I can practically feel him nod. “Yes, your majesty. All the invitations have been sent out. The chefs have begun their preparations for the meals, and the decorators will be here first thing tomorrow morning." "I have also made preparations for one of the best DJs; everything has been sorted out. Now all you have to do is sit back, relax, and enjoy the ball.” Max says it in a jolly tone, and I have to keep myself from rolling my eyes. If only it was that simple. I will be doing a lot more than just enjoying myself tomorrow night. I could not blame him, though; he does not know m