Lilac's P.O.V I shifted uneasily in my seat, feeling the weight of discomfort settle heavily upon my shoulders. The classroom walls seem to close in on me, suffocating me with their familiarity. It's as if the air itself has thickened, making it hard to breathe. My fingers trace the edge of the desk, nails biting into the worn wood, a feeble attempt to ground myself in this moment. 'No…this can't be happening…this can't be real! I must be dreaming…' I tried to convince myself that this was all just a fragment of my imagination. That Krimson wasn't actually here and the only reason why I was imagining all of this was because I had slept with Del, someone who wasn't my mate, and this was my guilty conscience trying to conjure up all kinds of images to remind me of the mistake I'd made…but when Krimson's sharp, piercing red eyes met mine once again from across the room, just as he jotted out a number of equations on the blackboard…I knew that I wasn't hallucinating…
Lilac's P.O.V "You reek of another male." The realization struck me with a sudden jolt. I knew exactly why Krimson's anger simmered beneath his words. It was the faint trace of Del's scent that now lingered on my skin, a scent I unwittingly carried after our night together. As Krimson accused me in a low, menacing tone, my pulse quickened, and my mind raced to find the right words to pacify the seething rage that seemed to emanate from him. "What about it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I dared to question him, my words tinged with a mix of defiance and uncertainty. The response I received was chilling—a guttural growl that reverberated through my being, sending a wave of apprehension cascading over me. In that moment, I felt a sense of foreboding, realizing the depth of possessiveness that Krimson harbored for me. His possessiveness wasn't merely a trait; it was a fierce, unyielding dominance that demanded my complete submissio
Lilac's P.O.V Krimson's piercing gaze bore into my soul, a scrutiny that felt as though he was dissecting me, evaluating my worth, not just as an individual, but as a pawn in his grand scheme. It was evident—Krimson was testing me, weighing my capabilities against his expectations, deciding my fate with the cold precision of a judge pronouncing a verdict. His expectations were clear—he expected power, control, an unwavering allegiance that would serve his purpose. But what he didn't anticipate was the evolution stirring within me, the growing realization that I no longer danced to his orchestrated tune. "Krimson," I uttered, each syllable laced with a steely determination, "the reality of our situation has changed. I am no longer under your control." I continued, my voice steady and resolute, enunciating the liberation coursing through my veins. "I am not a puppet to be manipulated at your whim. My powers are mine alone, not to serve your whims any longer. You can no
Krimson's P.O.V The taste of her lips on mind, the way she melted under my touch…they brought a sense of relief within me that I had been yearning for, for the last few months. It was like finding an oasis after wandering the endless expanses of the deserts for years. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and I pressed her down to the ground, the weight of my body holding her down under me as I felt the softness of her skin on mine. My mind raced with conflicts even as I felt myself harden against her. The scent of her arousal filled the air as I felt her nipples harden against my bare chest, a testament to the fact that no matter how far we tried to run away from each other, the power of our mating bond would always draw us back to one another. Reaching my hand between us, I cupped one soft, supple breast in my hand, pinching on her hardened bud to illicit a moan out of her. As her mouth opened in a gasp, I thrust my tongue into her mouth, tasting every nook and
Krimson's P.O.V In the midst of the dimly lit alley, an eerie sensation prickled along my spine, a tingling that made my instincts leap into high alert. It was as though something within the shadows beckoned to me, a whisper from the darkness. My steps faltered, eyes narrowing as I caught a glimpse of movement—a shape that darted and danced with the shifting light, elusive yet alluringly present. Driven by curiosity and a surge of inexplicable fascination, I abandoned caution and pursued the elusive form, my heart pounding in sync with my hastening steps. Each stride pushed me closer, or so it seemed, to the mysterious entity that seemed to playfully taunt my senses. Yet, no matter how swift I moved, the shadow danced just beyond my reach, slipping through my fingers like smoke on the wind. It defied the laws of reality, a true enigma, leaving me in a frenzied pursuit through the labyrinth of alleyways and corners, my determination to capture it growing with each pass
Lilac's P.O.V As I walked through the school gates the next day, the familiar hum of chatter and laughter faded into the background. I could feel the eyes of my classmates lingering on me, drawn to the remnants of the skirmish that had left me with a few cuts and bruises. Despite my attempts to conceal them beneath long sleeves and careful arrangement of my hair, the evidence of the fight with Krimson was unmistakable. Del was the first to notice, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow and the worried look in his eyes. He approached me, a mix of worry and curiosity painted across his face. But as he tried to touch the bruise on my cheek, I flinched back, not wanting him to touch me at that moment. I appreciated his concern, his genuine care for my well-being, but I wasn't ready to share the whole story, not yet. Especially when it could lead to the revelation that Krimson was my mate. "Is everything alright?" Del's worry only seemed to increase
Lilac's P.O.V I couldn't believe my ears. Krimson suggested that I delve into the realm of Silver breeders? It was an unexpected twist in the path of my studies, one that left me utterly stunned. Krimson, who had purposely kept my own identity hidden from me, taking advantage of my naivety about my true heritage…was not the kind of man who would want someone he hates to get the adequate knowledge they need to win against him. And yet, here he was, urging me to explore precisely that…my identity as a Silver Alpha Breeder. "Are you sure about that?" I asked Silver skeptically. "That Krimson really wanted you to teach me more about the Silver Breeders?" "Positive." Silver nodded enthusiastically. "Wanna go find out what books he referred to? It's supposed to be in the mythology section of the library." The mere mention of the mythology section was enough to send a thrill of curiosity coursing through me. It was as
Lilac's P.O.V "What do you mean?" Silver frowned at my question. Ever since I found out, and ever since I started dreaming about Krimson and Harmona…I had always wondered if there was a connection between these two occurrences. Because if I thought back to the time when the dreams had started…it was around the time I had first used my powers against Serena. Could these two events be related in any form? I had always wondered if I was the sole silver wolf in our midst. Silvers were usually part of a genetic line, right? Probably inherited from one generation to the next? Could unraveling this mystery help me find out more about my dreams as well? "Silvers don't just pop up randomly, right?" I asked, a tinge of uncertainty threading through my words. "I've been wondering if there's any way to find out if I'm truly the only one, you know? Maybe there's a way to trace it, to figure out if there were others before me…in my old pack." I waited anxiousl