Reid’s POV I sit alone in my office, not bothering to turn on the lights, as I allow myself to get swept away by my thoughts. I just can’t believe that after all these years, I have finally found the key the prophecy had talked about. The key to the door would unlock the doors of unimaginable power. And that key is Meredith Amman. Who would have thought that after all these years of searching, what I have been looking for was right under my nose all along? I never would have thought that Amman’s daughter would be an omega. That damn bastard, he fooled me for many years. Amman was once my best friend back in the day, but when we became leaders of our various entities, I suppose we drifted apart. Our friendship weakened until it was no longer there. I have met Meredith once before, back when she was just a little girl. About the tender age of three, I believe. I never expected her to remember me, and it is a good thing she didn’t. That day was the last time I saw both Amman and
Meredith’s POV This feels like the millionth time I am waking up today. Or at least I feel it is the same day. I have lost track of how long I have actually been here. But then again, where is it here? A groan leaves my lips as I sit up slowly. I am surprised that my body isn’t strapped to the bed like it was the last time I was awake. And I can’t even begin to describe how relieved I am that I did not wake up in a cage again. I would just lose my mind. I throw my legs over the edge of the bed, and a chill goes up my body as my feet make contact with the cold tile. The sensation feels strange; it was as though my feet had forgotten what it felt like to be mounted on the ground. The room I am in is plain. Incredibly plain. And when I mean plain, I mean there is nothing but this bed I am on in it. The walls are crystal white, and a chill goes up my spine. The scent of drugs is heavy in the air, and something about the entire place feels like an asylum. But one thing is for sure
Roman's POV“How could you let her get in here?” I snap at the guard whose life is now in my hands. He grips my hand wrapped around his neck as his feet dangle in the air. His face turns a bright shade of red as he struggles for breath.That only made me angrier. He should be struggling to offer me an explanation because if he didn't come up with something reasonable then he is dead either way.“I didn't know she was an intruder. I thought she was his nurse,” he manages to let out. The nurse treating Caelen's wounds shoots me a side glance. I can tell that she is scared as hell.My growl is directed at her and I snap at her too. “Fucking focus on what you are doing!”She flinches then hurriedly tears her gaze away from mine. With shaky hands she continues to tend to Caelen's bullet wound.“And you,” I said to the guard that was on the verge of passing out. Or maybe dying. I really could not care less. “You thought wrong, and because of that we are all doomed!”“Let the man go, Roma
Caelen’s POV“Please do not fuck this up,” I tell Roman, and he glows at me. He can react all he wants, but he had to hear it. We are running out of ways to get Meredith back, and this is by far our best bet at the moment. I place my hand on Roman’s shoulder and look at him almost pleadingly. “I need you to be on your best stoney-faced behavior. Let me do all the talking.”“Fine, but if this doesn’t work, then we are doing it my way,” he huffs, folding his arms above his chest as we await the guards to come open the gate for us. Sincerely, I do hope that this works. I do not know how many more bullet wounds I can sustain before my body gives up on me.It was just two days ago when Roman revealed to me that he and Meredith are mates. I instantly sent word to Reid to let us have another meeting with him, and to my greatest surprise, he actually agreed to it. I suppose I should have no doubts considering that he is unaware that we are the ones who attacked his previous headquarters be
Meredith’s POVUnable to lift my head, I stare at my legs in the dark room. I can hear the beating of my own heart and feel the air entering my lungs. I have barely eaten a proper meal, and these monsters did not even have the courtesy to offer me a toilet. I have peed on myself for the past five days, and the smell is just awful.But at this point, I could not even smell it anymore. I am starting to think I have lost my sense of smell at this point. I have lost most of my senses at this point. I could not feel anything; I haven't spoken to or said a word, seeing as I have been locked in here for several days.I mean, I think it has been for several days. Or has it been months? I have not been keeping count. Occasionally, I would find myself thinking about the kings. Why haven’t they come for me? Have they given up on finding me? Have they found a replacement for me? I wonder how Saul is doing. Has he woken up? Has he asked of me? Was he worried about me? or has he forgotten about
Roman’s POVIt is official; I have lost my mind. And Caelen is not helping in any way. He is the only one keeping me from doing what I really want to do, and that is burning each and every one of the council’s branches until we get Meredith back.I just know she has to be in one of them, but Caelen thinks that would be reckless. We would end up losing more men, which is something we cannot afford, especially after the last attack I led. But I just could not help it; I found it hard to care about anything apart from getting Meredith back.I never thought being away from one’s mate could be agonizingly painful. The others did not know this, but every second I spent without Meredith by my side was like a stab to my heart. It was why I could not think or act properly. And that pain grew by the second. It was slowly driving me over the edge. I fear that if I do not get her back in the next few days, I will lose all my senses of reasoning. To think this is happening when I haven’t even a
Caelen’s POVIf this had been two years ago, I probably would have killed Roman. But right now I could not bring myself to stop him; perhaps it was because a part of me secretly wished I could do what he was doing. But since my eyes locked with those amber eyes that have haunted my dream, I couldn’t even bring myself to speak.Roman held Amarie by the throat, dragging her away from the boardroom and into a private room. It was probably for the best because, as I can tell, things are about to get incredibly ugly. “You have no idea how long I have been wanting to slit your throat,” Roman glows, pinning Amarie to the wall.Despite having her air supply cut, she still manages to laugh. “You can’t do shit to me.”Her face grows pale when Roman starts to chuckle. It was something he hardly ever did; it was something he did when he was on the verge of shedding someone’s blood. And Amarie knew that.“You seem to have forgotten who I am. I am not Caelen; I do not hesitate.”Roman’s pupils dil
Meredith’s POVI used to read books about people who would be sentenced to life imprisonment. I see how they are treated like animals and tortured for days without any food or water. I always felt bad for them, despite knowing their crime. I never believed that a human being should be deprived of such basic necessities of life. But it is different when you read all of this in a book and actually experience it. All those days I spent growing up cuddling on my favorite sofa and wrapped around my favorite blanket I would always sit beside the furnace with a hot cup of cocoa during the winter. There would always be a book in my hand, and I remember vividly that between the ages of twelve and fifteen, I was obsessed with crime documentaries. Any book I would find based on true events and how they punished their criminals like they were demons from another race. I felt pity for them, even sympathy. But never empathy. I don’t think anyone can feel empathy for someone going through somet