Fiona’s POV.
“Did you hear Fiona’s latest tryst?”
“I heard she was having an affair with the professor who was going through a nasty divorce.” Another whispered.
“She’s the lowest of the low. It’s no wonder she’s not liked.”
I could feel the venomous hatred and deceitful whispers floating around as I passed the hallway and swallowed painfully at the lump lodged in my throat. The beginnings of a panic attack and anxiety threatening to crush me was overwhelming as I fought to keep my expression blank and aloof to the vile rumors been spoken. They were all lies, naturally, yet I couldn’t do anything about it no matter how hard I tried to clear them. They just stuck like stubborn stains on a pristine white cloth.
Something hit the back of my head and exploded. It’s runny content slid with a disgustingly cold, wet sensation down my back to, landing splat on the floor. Mechanically, my fingers reached for the wetness behind my head, rubbing the wet sticky hair there before bringing it back to look at the slimy wetness dripping between my fingers. An egg. Fuck, that’s going to be hard to wash out. Not on mention the smell.
Choosing to ignore my assailant, I had barely walked two steps forward when vicious hands twisted my hair, hard. Pain exploded my scalp as I yelled, clawing angrily at the slender fingers digging their nails deeper into my scalp.
“Bring her here.” A soft voice ordered and I was roughly maneuvered backwards to meet a group of girls standing there whilst their leader stood in front of them. The hallway was awfully quiet and no one came to my rescue. There was a boy who did once, a very long time ago. His lifeless body ended up dangling from one of the tower’s parapet the next morning. After that incident everyone minded their business and not a word was spoken about his death.
“Can we please not do this today?” I ask already exhausted at the thought of the scene to come. They were itching for a fight and I was their punching bag.
The leader of the group, Helena, a tall girl with pretty hazel eyes and lustrous inky black hair, regarded me with an icy glare and before I could blink, her palm connected with my cheek in a cracking slap, the impact leaving me dazed. “The nerve of you to think you have a say.” She expressed, walking up to me with a scornful smile on her lips, leaning forward to whisper into my ear. “ You are a nobody with a target on your back. You should take it, no?” Her fingers gently caressed the side of my cheek with a goading smile stretching into a wide grin that was equal parts chilling and empty before forcefully grabbing me by the hair.
“Let me go! It hurts!” I yelled, pushing her hand away in vain.
“The only thing you can do…is take what I give you.” Helena whispered cruelly, tightening her grip even more before releasing her grip. Turning away with a dainty flip of her hair, she said to her group without looking at them, reaching for a lipstick from her designer bag to apply on her lips.
The circle closed in, hemming me in with no room to breathe, let alone escape. My stomach twisted, coiling with a sickening mix of nausea and dread as I caught the sneer on their faces, their twisted pleasure in watching me squirm. I felt cornered, and they knew it—fed off it.
The hall felt smaller, the walls seemed to curve in, trapping me with them, amplifying the rancid air of hatred and contempt. Their eyes were hungry, alive with some twisted pleasure as they watched me, waiting for me to break. And I was breaking, piece by piece, under their hands and voices, breaking in a way that went beyond bruises or blood.
The first slap came so suddenly that I barely registered it before the next one hit. Crack—again, harder this time. Each slap landed with precision, the sound sharp, echoing in my skull. I felt the burn spread across my skin, the ache growing as they left their marks on me. I didn’t even need a mirror to know my cheeks were swelling, red and raw. The pain was sharp, hot, like needles beneath my skin, but even then, it was nothing compared to what their words were doing to me.
Worthless,” they hissed. “Trash. Filthy omega. Nothing but a stain on the world.” Their words hit like punches, each one stabbing deeper, leaving wounds nobody would see. I wanted to tune them out, but their taunts were inescapable, filling every inch of the air I breathed, as if they were embedding themselves under my skin.
I could feel my face throbbing, my skin growing hot and swollen beneath each blow. My eyes stung as tears filled them, blurring the room, turning the mocking faces into a hateful haze. It was more than pain—humiliation welled up in me, leaving me stripped and exposed, laid bare for their twisted amusement. I could hear my breath hitching, see my fingers trembling as I tried to brace myself for the next slap, and the one after that.
I couldn’t stop the tears. They spilled over, hot and fast, blurring their faces until they became distorted shadows of hatred. I hated that they saw me cry, that they could see the way my body shook with each blow, each word. The humiliation settled in my gut like a stone, twisting and churning, and all I wanted was to disappear, to be anywhere but here.
But then came a whisper—small, hidden beneath the layers of pain and shame. It was a spark, buried under the rubble they’d made of me, a tiny ember of defiance. How much longer was I going to let them do this? How many more times would I stand here, taking it, feeling myself hollow out under their hatred?
The spark flared, rising through my veins, until it felt like fire coursed through me. I could feel it in my chest, in my fists, in the air burning in my lungs. I clenched my hands so hard my knuckles ached, and for a moment, everything narrowed to that feeling. The shame, the pain—all of it twisted and morphed into something else. Fury. Raw, unrestrained fury.
Before I even knew what I was doing, I threw myself forward, my fists lashing out, catching them off-guard. The impact jarred up my arm, my knuckles connecting with something solid, flesh and bone, and I barely registered the shock on their faces before I swung again. My hands hurt, my body shook with the adrenaline, but the pain was grounding, almost exhilarating—a reminder that I was still here, that they hadn’t broken me completely.
I got a nasty kick on my jaw for my trouble, the impact seemed to rattle my brain and skull at once, tiny dots of black appeared and danced in my vision as I struggled to maintain consciousness despite the pummeling and pain.
But there was only so much I could do. I was outnumbered and couldn’t take them on all at once. I saw many people from the crowd relentlessly pummeling my body walk by as if nothing happened. This was a normal occurrence in campus.
A foot collided with my face again, and I felt my teeth rattle from the impact. Blood spurted from my bruised lips as liquid copper filled my mouth. “Omega is the lowest trash. You should have died long ago…” one girl spat, kicking me hard in the ribs. I cried out as pain exploded, lacerating my frame.
The buzzing sounds of phones ringing simultaneously immediately ceased the brutal attacks on my body. Instinctively, I curled into a fetal position, shielding myself from the pain.
“The four Alphas are holding a party! They actually went back to China!” a girl exclaimed.
“Really?”
“I received the party invitation.”
“I don’t have anything to wear. We have to go shopping!” Another chimed, giddy with excitement.
“What are you wearing?”
I was thinking…”
The voices faded away as the crowd dispelled in their excitement for the party. My relief was short-lived— I only had a brief, fleeting moment to catch my breath—before a foot slammed into my stomach, driving the air from my lungs in a raw, strangled gasp.
Pain exploded through me, sharp and searing, as if a fire had ignited in my abdomen. I barely had time to curl up, instinctively clutching my stomach, before the next kick landed, harder, deeper, making my insides feel like they were being torn apart. The kicks came in brutal, relentless waves, each one striking with precision, each one wringing another broken breath from my lips. I could feel the bruises blooming beneath my skin, deep and throbbing, radiating pain with every shuddering gasp.
I laid there trembling heavily, trying to get my bruised body to move, struggling to hold back the tears threatening to leak from my eyes once again and the helpless whimper bubbling my throat. Eventually, I dragged my battered body from the ground, crawling towards my phone a few meters away only to see the shattered screen. I didn’t know what to do, except laugh and cry. Ignoring the pitiful glances my way and the pain bombarding my body, I stuffed the broken phone into my bag then walked towards the nearest bathroom to wash my face.
Grabbing a couple of paper towels, I soaked them with water before wiping large blood and dirt form my face which took a few minutes before hiding the prominent bruises with make up to look presentable and avoid questions I was in no mood for answering.
Grabbing my smashed phone, I dumped the bloodied paper in the waste bin as I exited the bathroom, ignoring my battered body. I should probably have my body checked for broken bones and internal bleeding. Opening my phone in its current state was a struggle but I managed. Panic stirred my guts at the long list of missed calls from the Luna. “Fuck…” I quickly dialed the number, agitated and uncertain of her reaction.
Luna’s angry shrill pierced my eardrums and I winced at the sharpness in her voice. “Where the hell have you been?”
“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry. I was…caught up with something.” I finish belatedly, rubbing my temples at the beginnings of a headache.
“And this something doesn’t have a name?” she snapped at my silence.
“It’s just… something held me up, Luna.” I whispered, defeated and exhausted.
“The four Alphas and guests are all at home now, hurry up and come back home to me.”
My heart stuttered to stop at her words. “They’re… at home?...” I couldn’t hear what the Luna said over the loud roar of blood rushing into my ears, this crippling fear and anxiety had me rooted to ground as a memory I had suppressed all these years came crashing back with full force.
Oh no…
Fiona’s POV.The Four Alphas.The very thought of them never failed to bring a shiver of fear down my spine. Despite what people thought, I knew them intimately —had grown up with them in fact. But no one needed to know that, and no good would come out of people knowing. If anything, the bullying will be worse. I had no one to turn to, I was an omega after all.Jin, was the Luna’s son and only heir and was treated like a god. He along with the other three alphas who came from powerful alpha families with their influence stretching to every sector you could think of. And powerful people comes equally powerful friends.Jin and his friends had always bullied me ever since we were children. It began with taunting and pulling my hair when I wasn’t looking. As we grew older the little taunting and childish pranks grew darker.One of the memories forever painted in my mind happened one particular day when we were in middle school. They had me cornered – all four of them at the school playgro
Fiona’s POV.Fear.That was the only thing rooting me to the floor like heavy thorns wrapped around my ankles.Fear lacerated my heart and left my body trembling at the weight of their collective gazes. The nightmare memories I’ve tried hard to suppress all my life struggled to surface. My lungs worked for air and found nothing. The air suddenly seemed thin and the heavy pounding of my heart reached my eyes, threatening to explode. The urge to vomit so potent, it took iron clad will to maintain my composure.The terrors of my childhood once again occupied my mind; my brain picked one out of the thousands plaguing me and latched on it. Where the four of them had locked me in a dark room in the servants quarters — a broom closet — for the whole night, leaving me with snakes and hungry fat mice. I nearly died that night. My screams had awoke the servants and they rescued me and treated my wounds. I still had the physical and mental scars to prove that that night wasn’t a dream. Wasn’t a
Fiona’s POV.I didn’t know where I was running to. My feet felt light and heavy under me at the same time, heart pounded loudly over the harsh pants leaving my lips as my lungs worked for air.Fuck.“Hello, Fiona.”I shuddered heavily at the flashback. How did he find me out? How did they find me out? I covered my face. Anxiety and panic had my vision spinning as I fled, turning at the next corner which Led me to the rows of bathroom. I ran into one and slammed it under lock and key before scanning the room for people. Luckily it was empty.Had I stayed just a little bit longer, I would have fainted on the spot. Overwhelmed wasn’t enough to explain the numerous emotions I felt at that moment. My wobbly legs took me one to the many pristine rows of ceramic sink with golden faucets and I gripped the one closest to me with shaky hands as I turned on the faucet, watching water rushing unforced and free in a stead unbroken flow. I wish my life was like this. Free. Unshackled.My gaze shift
Fiona’s POV.Stunned.I was stunned and shocked at the same time. Of all the ways I could imagine this night going south, this wasn’t one of them. I just stayed rooted on the spot, staring at the four alphas in dumbfounded amazement.“Are they speaking up for me?” I thought mentally.The party fell into hushed silence as the drama unfolded. I saw Helena and her group pale at the unexpected sight of the four alphas. Helena looked pale, gulping instinctively as Jin and the remaining three drew closer but her main focus was on Jon watching her with cool, blank eyes.“I asked you a question, Fiona.” He said again with a deceptively soft voice, his face was anything but. His dark eyes had a hard glint in them. He turned those dark eyes to me in question and I resisted the urge to flinch under his intense stare. That and the anxiety crippling me at the nearness of the four alphas surrounding.I said the only thing that came to mind at best, “I’m sorry.”A slight frown appeared between his b
Fiona’s POVNo matter how much I thought about this, it made no sense. He had a motive, that alone was certain. If not why would he act any different. I was a nobody yet here I was sitting in Jin’s room while he dressed my wounds with such care that left me feeling wary and highly uneasy. The sensation of his hand wrapped around my injured wrist had me flinching at the barest sensation of our hands touching. And it was not in a good way.“Hold still!” he ordered, tightening his grip around my wrist for good measure and my panic tripled.“What if he lied to you and this was just an excuse to get you under him?” A twisted voice in my mind whispered. “You’d scream and no one would hear you.”Instinctively, I tightened my grip on the knife, my palm suddenly felt clammy.“I can basically hear your thoughts, Fiona.” Jin spoke, meeting my gaze squarely. “I gave you my word that nothing will happen to you.”“And I told you that your word means nothing.” I replied smartly, resisting the shudde
Fiona’s POV“Oh, shut up! I thought I told you to leave already.” Jin reprimanded idly, wrapping the ends of the gauze in a bow before wrapping his hand around mine, holding me captive.Lyn looked positively red with rage, his body tensed for a fight. He was about leaping for Jin’s throat when Soren and Kai held him back roughly by the shoulders, forcing him in place. “Don’t do anything you’ll regret later.” Soren whispered fiercely into Lyn’s ear as they struggled. “Come on, let get some air.” He said, successfully dragging Lyn out of the room while Kai closed the door quietly behind him. I heard Lyn’s disgruntled argument as they walked away and Soren and Kai’s muted voices, catching the words, “mate” and “Fiona”My name… I raked my brain for memories of the four of them fighting and was shocked to find there was none. They rarely fought and seemed to agree with each other on everything. So why now?“Thanks.” I whispered, rubbing idly at my sore wrist, lost in thought. Anything
Fiona’s POVThe party was over. Finally.My body ached in places I wasn’t aware was capable of getting sore but it was nothing a hot shower and a good night’s sleep couldn’t fix. I saw Gemma trying to stifle a yawn from the corner of my eye and I snickered at the sight. Like me, she was equally exhausted and her eyes looked sunken and bleary and I knew she’d trade her life’s possessions for her bed in a heartbeat if offered.“You look like shit.” I commented as she drew near, carrying a tubful of empty plates and cutleries.Gemma shrugged tiredly but chuckled. “You look even way worse. How’s your hand?”I held our the hand in question to inspect Jin’s work. “It’s okay, I guess.”“Parties like this always wear me the fuck out. I’d trade anything for my bed.” Gemma whined. “Then why are you here of you’re only going to be lazy?” I asked, my voice light with impish amusement.Gemma squawked indignantly at my words but she knew it was a joke. “Lazy? You’re the most laziest person I’ve ev
Fiona’s POV“Will, do as I have ordered.” Luna commanded coolly.I felt large reluctant hands close over my shoulders and began pulling me up to my feet. My body felt lifeless like it wasn’t my own. I could slowly feel life draining out of me. I had the mind of asking Will for a knife to end my suffering should he leave me there. I know he’d do it. He cared enough for me too….he had too. There was no telling how I’d be if I ever came out from the Black Room so I might as well kill myself to end my suffering as Jin said. Is this really my end? After all these years of physical and emotional torture. Is this really it? Honestly, I was relieved. My earlier hysterics was gone, replaced with this soothing calmness that was a bit terrifying at first. Finally… “Wait a minute!” Jin called out, rising to his feet; Soren, Lyn and Kai stood up behind him as well. “"Luna, I don't think she should be punished so severely."Will stiffened behind me and I looked up to him in confusion. Why did he
Fiona’s POVThe moment Lyn arrived, the air seemed to shift, turning sharp and heavy with his presence. His footsteps echoed against the tiled floor, each step firm and deliberate. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked up at him. His usually charming,, playful face was now a mask of cold fury. His pale complexion had drained further, but his eyes—those dark, piercing eyes—burned with something terrifying.He took in the mess around us—the broken chair, the scattered books, my tearful, broken expression and his face darkened further. His lips curled downward, and his voice, low and sharp like a blade slicing through ice, sent a shiver down my spine.“Who,” he bit out, his words slow and deliberate, “gave you the courage to cause trouble right under my nose?”The room fell into a suffocating silence. The group of girls, who just moments ago had been so full of confidence, now shrank back. Even their ringleader, the one who had mouthed off tome first, looked pale. But she still stra
Fiona’s POVThe news about the four Alphas fierce competition for me intensified, spreading like wild fire around the entire school. And with the popularity and rumors came new enemies I knew nothing about. I haven’t seen Helena much ever since I resumed school, and rumors of she and Jin’s untimely break up was gossiped about until went stale. I heard she transferred departments so that was why I rarely saw her. Unfortunately, her suddenly transferring majors left her old clique without a leader. Which was a relief considering the fact that I didn’t have to any other encounters with her. That didn’t mean the trouble stopped. I've been feeling uneasy all morning and had somehow gotten used to stares and whispers. But the moment I stepped into the corridor leading to the library, I felt it—the shift in the air, the weight of unwelcome stares pressing down on me. I wasn’t alone.I barely had time to register the approaching footsteps before a group of girls blocked my path. At the cen
Fiona’s POVJin’s confession filled my brain all day, distracting me through lectures, while having lunch with Rowan. I still hadn’t given him an answer. And then there was, Kai. His persistence was something to be admired, if not entirely irritating. I can’t mention how many instances I have gone out of my comfort zone to avoid him. “Fiona, he’s here again,” Rowan teased spearing a forkful of salad onto her mouth, wagging her brows impishly.“Don’t even start,” I muttered, rubbing my temples.“I’m being serious.” she said, watching something behind me with keen, perpetually mischievous eyes. “And he’s heading this way.”“Oh my fucking goodness.” I sighed, the throbbing in my eyes intensified. “I’m going to the bathroom.”Rowan looked thoughtful. “You could. Or you could sit there and listen to what he wants to say.” “I already what he wants to say.” I muttered. “He’s like a fucking bulldozer at this point.” Rowan chuckled. “I think you’re the only thing on his wants to bulldoze.”
Fiona’s POVI could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me as my words hung in the air. The once lively crowd had gone eerily silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.My gaze swept across everyone present, taking in the reactions of the Kai family elders. They exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of surprise and confusion, as if they couldn’t quite believe what they had just heard.And then, there was Kai. The disappointment in his eyes deepened with every passing second, the flicker of hope he had clung to now dimming into something heavier—something dangerously close to resentment. I felt him grow cold beside me. His jaw tightened, his lips pressed into a thin line, but he said nothing. He didn’t have to. The disappointment radiated off him like a slow-burning fire, scorching in its quiet intensity.Eugene cleared his throat quietly, searching for what words to use. “A-are you certain we can’t change your mind?” he asked weakly. Jin nearly snappe
Fiona’s POV“Hey, Rowan.”“Fiona? Where are you? I’ve been trying to contact you for three days now! How are you? Are you okay? Please tell me you are?” Rowan’s panicking voice blasted the confines of the car.I grinned at her terrified voice then affected a sober voice, “What if I tell you I’m not okay, and that I’m on my way to the ER to treat my broken bones.”“What!?” Rowan screeched. “Fuck, what hospital is it? Fiona speak the fuck up—” I cackled at her fear. “I’m fine, Rowan. Honest.”“I’m glad my concern is amusing to you.” Rowan hissed. I immediately sobered up. “You know I didn’t mean that. I was joking, darling. I promise I’ll tell you everything when I get back, okay?”“Fine. God knows you owe me one.” Rowan said smartly. “Are you on your way home?”.I glanced at the familiar surroundings zooming past mea before replying, “Uh, no. I’ve got drop by Jin’s house first but I’ll see you later.”“Okay. Are you sure you’re alright?” Rowan probed once more.“Yes, Rowan. I am.” I
Fiona’s POVPanic clawed at me. This was all too much pressure. I watched as Jin rose slowly to his feet, eyeing the writhing shadow monsters skeptically."Okay. Think. There must be something you've missed, Fiona. Think!" I muttered to myself, pressing my eyes closed in concentration. The ancient texts in that old grimoire, the whispered instructions and chants were failing us. My mind raced, a whirlwind of fragmented knowledge, desperate for a solution. Kai was down, Soren and Jin was hurt, and the shadow beasts were relentless. We were running out of time."Think, Fiona, think!" I screamed internally. I scanned my memory, flipping through the pages of countless arcane tomes. Then, a flicker. A forgotten passage. A detail I’d dismissed as insignificant. It was a footnote, almost an afterthought, about alternative activation methods. It was vague, cryptic, but… it resonated. A spark of hope ignited in the darkness of my despair.Immediately, I snapped urgent eyes to the central
Fiona’s POVMy heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the encroaching darkness. No sooner had we begun unloading than I felt them – the pursuers. Their presence was a tangible thing, a cold dread that prickled my skin."The crystals go there," I pointed to a patch of worn earth, where the markings I had made were still visible under my flashlight. "Soren, connect that line to the north node.""Got it, Fiona," growled Soren, his massive form already hefting a heavy stone."Every one get into the circle and do not leave no matter what until I say so." I announced. I focused, pushing aside the fear that threatened to overwhelm me. The magic circle was intricate, a delicate web of power that needed precise placement and intention. My fingers flew across the surfaces of the stones, tracing the ancient symbols and items we had gathered then began chanting the forgotten words. The air shimmered, a faint blue glow beginning to emanate from the circle’s center."They're a
Fiona’s POVThe cavern shimmered with an eerie blue light, the jagged ice crystals reflecting a cold glow that pulsed like a living thing. But we weren’t alone.A sharp gust of wind howled through the chamber, carrying with it a flurry of frost. Then I saw them—ice elemental elves, their lithe bodies shimmering like frost-covered glass. Their piercing, glowing eyes locked onto us, and in an instant, they attacked.“Move!” I shouted, diving behind a frozen stalagmite as razor-sharp ice thorns shot toward us in a deadly barrage.The Alphas scattered, their movements swift and precise. Jin, ever the protector, positioned himself in front of me, sword raised. A shard of ice whizzed past my ear, slicing a few strands of my hair before embedding itself into the ground. I clenched my fists, summoning my energy, but the elves weren’t giving us a moment to breathe.“Go for the leader!” Lyn growled, rolling under a streak of frost magic that turned the stone floor to ice.The elves moved in un
Fiona’s POVThe first clue had led us to the deep swamp behind the old site. It was said that a rare plant, Dark Light Algae, grew here—an essential material for activating the magic array. But as I stood at the swamp’s edge, inhaling the thick, musty air, I couldn’t help but wonder if the legends had conveniently left out the part where we’d have to risk our lives to retrieve it.A dense, eerie fog coiled around twisted trees, their gnarled roots jutting out of the soggy ground like skeletal fingers grasping at the air. Every few steps, the murky water gurgled as if something unseen was shifting beneath the surface. The air was thick, humid, and heavy with the scent of rot and stagnant water.“Ugh, this place reeks,” I muttered, wrinkling my nose as my boots sank into the soft, treacherous earth. Each step was a gamble—too much pressure, and the ground threatened to swallow me whole.“Watch your footing,” Kai warned, his voice strained with concentration as he tested the ground ahe