Hi everyone! I apologize for the delay and inconsistency in updates. Thank you for sticking with my book despite this and know that your comments keep me going. I already have a draft of book’s ending which I compiled over the last few weeks that I was away just so I can round it up once. Now, I’m only editing slowly and updates will be complete in a day’s time as I will update each chapter as I edit. ❤️
ZENA. I’ve been told one too many times what to do and just because I hate being told what to do, I have done the exact opposite of those things. So, sneaking out of the house with Logan in Rex’s absence wasn't in the top twenty of the things I shouldn’t do but that I did anyway. However, it is the one thing that is of the utmost importance to me as I was taking charge of my life, finding my mother myself. Logan was waiting with his car at the borders which was our rendezvous point. I followed his intoxicating scent to the exact spot the car was packed. “You’re here.” He said it like he expected me to have changed my mind. I snorted. In his dreams. “Zena, do you really want to do this? It’s not too late to turn back now.” I didn’t let his own uncertainty weave into my mind. I was determined. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t spend the entire night looking for ways to find my mother. I didn’t sleep a wink last night because of this and I’d die before I back down now. “You said it yourself t
EUDORA. Finally, I was alone. The entire house was quiet after Rex left and I was finally left alone to my thoughts and to the journal. Apparently, Logan was supposed to look after me and I expected him to hover around me for the time being but all he did was tell me he will be in one of the room in the other wing of the Alpha's home. That gave me all the time in the world to get into the safety of my room and get the answers I’ve been aching to find in the past few days. The journal was right where I left it and for the longest time, I stared at it. I was reluctant to keep going through Lunita’s woe and scared of what I might find. Scared that I wouldn’t be able to handle it and it will break me beyond repair but despite myself, it’s still the only way to know the identity of the man that killed Conan. And so I took in a deep breath and flipped open the book to continue from where I stopped: the eight entry. LUNITA: ENTRY 008 •••I’ve had nightmares. None as terrifying as be
LUNITA.•••It takes a moment for one's life to change in a twinkle of an eye. Takes a word from someone’s mouth to make or break the life of another. And it takes just a single unexpected event to change one’s life as they know it—whether from good to bad or the other way round. As someone who has suffered so much in the past months, it can only get worse for me. It has never gotten better as I jump from frying pan into fire and then from that fire that starts off as a normal flame into a wild one that threatens to consume all of me. At least this was what I thought until Alpha Gregory happened and he gave me a life that many girls would kill for, a life I never imagined I would have. A life I didn’t want. A promise of love, a crown over my head and a title of power cannot change the fact that none of that is my free-will. I didn’t want him, neither did I want the love he offered. And that was both our undoing. ****Alpha Gregory captured me in the last Omega game I played and
LUNITA•••Everything began in the very same place: my home. My loss, my pain and my suffering. The same home that provided me and my family shelter against the world that despised our kind, the home that made everything feel better no matter what it was we went through outside of it. Finding myself back there brought in an influx of memories, add the the sudden reappearance of a boy you thought was dead years ago and what you get is tears, uncontrollable ones that keep falling no matter how hard you tried to stop it. I’d lived all those years, my pain not reducing for a second, under the same roof as a man I detested, with the conviction that my brother was gone and that would be my life till the day I died: a life of constant misery and struggle with a man who sees me as breeding machine for his disgusting seeds.But as always, he showed up like the tiny light at the end of the tunnel. Mason. Only this time, he wasn’t just the light, he brought the entire sun to me to illuminat
TRIGGER WARNING: Abuse and abortion. LUNITA•••First, an open letter to whoever finds and reads this journal. I know you’ll judge me for the things that happen from this entry forward, no matter what emotions you have felt since you began reading. You’ll hate me and perhaps all your sympathy will be gone because I am almost as despicable as the ones who made me this way. But do not let the things I have done and that I regret, cloud your judgement and the decision you shall make for yourself. This journal was written as both an escape and an answer for all those who question the legitimacy and purpose of the Alpha-Delta project. Regardless of what I did and who I was, what matters is that I do not want more people like me to go through the same fate. Read and decide what path you’d choose. ********It was a disaster. I had the doctor read the results to me more than once. To have him take the test more than four times but it all came out the same way—I was pregnant. While Gre
LUNITA•••I never for once forgot what having a child with an Alpha meant. It was always at the back of my mind, haunting me and reminding me everyday of a fate neither I nor my innocent son could escape. “This wasn’t part of the plan, Luna.” Mason had said once when we met again. He was my brother and I loved him just as much as I loved my son but I kept Rex away from him. Call it motherly instincts but I just knew Mason wouldn’t like the sight of my son—a hybrid and one who shared the blood of our oppressors. I kept Rex away from him for both our peace but I could tell that each time I mentioned him during our meetings, it irked him until he finally spoke up that very day. “You’re forgetting everything we’re doing this for. Forgetting how far we have come, all for that child.” He’d went on to say and once again we’d argued and exchanged words and the fall out with Mason became more constant with Rex being the center of it all. His complaint ranged from me being inattentive in me
EUDORAThe time passed in an endless cycle but I was the only one that remained unchanged, frozen to the same spot with the book still wide open in front of me. I stared down at it till the ink blurred and I couldn’t even see the words anymore. I was lost in another dimension, different, an effect of everything that I have just read. A weight so heavy settled on my shoulders because I might have just stumbled upon a world-altering revelation. One that has left me too stunned to move. It was too much for me, all of those answers at once, all of those revelations, they were too much for me and my head was spinning, pounding. A sharp pain threatened to split my head open. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to up and leave. Wanted to scream. Wanted to run out of this house and never look back. Wanted to cry but I could do not even one of those things. When I snapped out of it, I flipped the rest of the pages in a rush. That couldn’t possibly be the end. No, there has to be something more,
EUDORA It hit me even before he spun me around, pinned my back against the nearest wall, and reclaimed my lips in a feral manner: Alpha Rex was the one I kissed that day he regained consciousness. It was like my brain produced censors that immediately recognized the manner with which he’d claimed my lips back then and related it to the way with which he’s doing now, soaking all of me in and holding me like his life depends on it. It was as if he knew what was going through my head too because he leaned back, breathing harsh and rough on my face, eyes gleaming with mischief and a hint of something else, something dark and dangerous that made me shiver, and then he grinned knowingly. I opened my mouth to speak but his lips were covering mine again before I could say another word. I closed my eyes, my brain turning to mush and the words I wanted to say, fizzing out along with what’s left of my brain. The kiss had started off sensual, deliberate and slow when I initiated it and he’d