Viczeeoyinの小説

Continuation of flashback"Moon Goddess!!" I roar with all my strength, my voice echoing off the stone walls. "Please! Answer me!"I wait, hoping for a sign. If she doesn't answer, I’ll take my own life right here. I have nothing to live for. My mother is dead, and my father is a monster I am too weak to kill.The air in the room suddenly thins. A soft, iridescent light begins to glow, and the Moon Goddess appears before me. She looks like the moon itself. Ethereal, glowing, and terrifyingly beautiful."Hello, brave one," she says, her voice like the chime of silver bells. "You called for me. What does your heart desire?"I can't see her features clearly because my vision is blurred by tears and rage, but I can feel her presence. It’s overwhelming. I step away from my mother's corpse, my jaw set as I approach the Goddess."Moon Goddess, Give me the ability to kill the reigning Alpha," I demand. "Give me the power to kill my father."The Goddess is silent for a long time, her light pul

Third Person POVSelene stood by the bed, looking down at the girl. Rhea appeared so small now, so insignificant, her breathing shallow and her face pale against the dark covers."Is she out?"Selene turned around to find Nora standing by the door, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Nora looked nervous, her eyes darting toward Rhea’s limp form."Completely," Selene said, smoothing down her robe. She walked over to the table and picked up the bottle of wine, pouring the rest of it down the drain in the small kitchenette. "How was it? Stalling her?"Nora scoffed, though her voice trembled slightly. "It was hard. She kept talking about her stupid father, and about Marcus. She’s so desperate for someone to trust. It was like leading a lamb to a cliff.""You did well," Selene commended her, giving her a sharp, approving look. "Your performance as the 'guilt-ridden friend' was perfect. She never suspected a thing."Nora looked away, her jaw tight. "I just want this over with. You promised

RheaThe room is very quiet as I stare at Selene Nightengale. I hear the sound of a clock tick and the sound of guard’s boots outside. I look at the wine glass Selene pushed toward me. It's filled with deep red wine that shines under the dim lamps. My dry throat is dry, partly from a long clinic shift and nerves of sitting across from the woman who was supposed to be the Luna of this pack.“Come on, have a drink with me.” She raises her own cup and pauses for a moment before taking it to her lips. I pause for a moment before taking a small sip like her. The wine sweet with a bit of a metallic aftertaste that I figure comes from the pricey vintage. I set the glass down, my hands folded tightly in my lap."I suppose you’re wondering why I asked you here," Selene says in a smooth and melodic voice. She doesn't drink her wine anymore, She just watching me with those clear, calm eyes."The guard said it was urgent," I remind her, trying to keep my voice even.Selene lets out a small sigh,

By the time my shift wraps up, the sun's starting to go down. I’m totally drained, my head a jumble of medical charts and thoughts about my missing dad. I’m packing up my stuff, getting ready to head back to the private wing when Nora steps out from behind a pillar.She looks better than she did last time, but there’s still a frantic look in her eyes, as if she's scared of something."Rhea," she whispers, catching my arm."Nora? What are you doing here?""I…I had to see you," she says, looking over her shoulder. "Have you told him yet? About Marcus? About what he's planning to do?"I sigh, leaning back against the cold stone wall. "No. I haven't.""Why not? Rhea, he’s dangerous. Every second you wait is a second Marcus gets closer to whatever his end game is.""I know that, Nora! But Adrian is… he’s reactive. If I tell him Marcus might be the one behind the attack, he’ll burn down half the forest looking for him.And right now, we don't know if he has my father. I can't take that risk.

RheaMy lips are still tingling by the time I reach the workers' quarters. I try to scrub the blush off my cheeks with the heels of my hands, but it’s no use. Sira won’t stop humming in the back of my head, a soft laughter that makes it impossible to focus. I take a few deep breaths, adjust my scrubs, and push through the doors of the medical wing.The moment I walk in, Taylor is there, her eyes widening as she takes me in. She’s been my closest friend here, but ever since I moved into the main manor, there’s been this weird, invisible wall between us. I hate it a lot."Look who decided to show up," Taylor says, though she’s smiling. She pulls me into a quick, tight hug. "We missed you yesterday. The place was a mess.""I'm sorry, Tay,” I say, feeling that familiar pang of guilt. "Things have just been… a lot.""I bet," another nurse, Sarah, chimes in as she passes by with a tray of bandages. She gives me a knowing look, the kind that says she’s heard the rumors about where I’m sleep

RheaI stand there, frozen in the doorway, staring at the man who is supposed to be the most powerful being in this territory. Adrian is still leaned against the wall, his chest heaving as if he’s just run a marathon. The sight of him…this ruthless, unbreakable Alpha looking so vulnerable makes my stomach twist in a way that has nothing to do with the bond. "You’re…cursed?" I repeat, my voice barely a whisper. "Adrian, what are you talking about? How is that even possible?"He finally looks up at me. The golden glow in his eyes has faded, replaced by a dull, aching grey. He looks exhausted. He straightens his back with a groan, forcing his body to obey him again, but I can see the slight trembling in his hands."It wasn't an accident, Rhea," he says, his voice rough. "It was a choice. I asked the moon goddess and took it upon myself years ago.""Why would anyone choose something like that?" I ask, stepping closer despite the warning bells in my head. As a nurse, my instinct to help

Tristan I’m standing in the boardroom, staring at my team as they go back and forth about the amount of debt the Buckley Corporation is drowning in. Figures are being thrown around, files are being passed as everyone argues about solutions and damage control. The meeting has been going on for almost two hours now, and I should be paying attention. But I’m not.“The fraudulent cases are the most pressing issue,” one of the analysts says, tapping his tablet. “If we don’t move quickly, regulators will start sniffing around. We recommend freezing several accounts while we quietly settle–”Another voice cuts in. “The debt issue is just as bad. Suppliers are already threatening to pull out. If we don’t renegotiate–”Even though I’m nodding my head at their words and questions, I am barely hearing what they're saying.All I can think about is Zaria Buckley.The image of her face keeps replaying in my mind. The way she looked when she walked after I threatened that fucking stupid guy at the

Zaria I’m laughing so hard my sides hurt as Jasper tells me about the time he almost embarrassed himself out of existence in college.“I swear to you,” he says between his own laughter, “I was two seconds away from sacrificing my dignity on those stairs. Diarrhea is not a joke.”I clutch the railing as we climb the stairs, still laughing, my eyes watering. “Please, stop. I can’t breathe,” I tell him, wiping my eyes. “Why would you even tell me that?”“Because if I have to live with that memory, someone else should suffer too,” he replies, grinning.For the first time in what feels like forever, my chest feels light. Not tight with worry or heavy with dread. Just… light. I didn’t realize how badly I needed this. Normal laughter. Normal company. Someone who isn’t trying to control, threaten, or break me. We reach the top of the staircase, and that’s when the fun ends. My gaze lands on my step mom.She’s standing a few steps away, her posture stiff, her eyes locked on me with a look so

Zaria I walk through the glass doors with my hands clasped in front of me, nerves fluttering restlessly in my stomach. It has been a few days since I last saw Dad, and after everything that has happened, I am not sure what kind of reception I am about to get. Last night still feels heavy on my chest. Samantha standing in my living room, her arms crossed, her voice firm as she told me she would take my place at work. That she would deal with Tristan King herself.I decided to let her have her way because I was too tired to fight anymore.This morning, I let myself sleep in for the first time in weeks. I even cooked lasagna, the kind Dad used to love before hospital food became his reality. I was just about to sit down and eat when Anita called.Her voice had been calm as she told me my dad was asking to see me. She also mentioned that they were aware Samantha is now working in my place. That part made my stomach twist.So here I am, walking into the place that always seems to drain me

TristanWhen I get home close to midnight, I already feel so irritated by how the night went. As I walk in, my house is quiet in the way only expensive spaces are. Neat and controlled. I loosen my tie as I walk in, shrugging off my jacket and tossing it onto the couch. My mind should be on work, on tomorrow’s meetings, on the dozens of things waiting for me at the office.Instead, all I see is brown eyes flashing with anger. Defiance. That damn fire she carries like a weapon.“Looks like someone had an eventful night.”I stop mid-step. Shane is sitting on the bar stool in the kitchen, a glass of whiskey in his hand, looking entirely too entertained for someone who broke into my house without warning.“What the fuck are you doing here?” I mutter.He grins. “Nice to see you too.”I walk past him and pour myself a drink. The burn of the alcohol does nothing to calm the restlessness crawling under my skin.“So,” Shane continues casually, watching me over the rim of his glass, “are you don

Zaria“Are you okay?”Jasper’s voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts, soft but concerned. I blink and realize I’ve stopped moving entirely. People are still dancing and laughing, yet all I can feel is that horrible awareness crawling up my spine.I scan the room, my heart thudding wildly as my eyes dart from face to face, searching for a tall, broad frame. Dark eyes. A cold smirk. I can’t see him, but I know he’s here. I can feel him watching. “I’m… I’m good,” I tell Jasper, but the words feel unconvincing. My attention keeps slipping. I swallow, then force myself to look at him properly. He’s still smiling warmly, completely unaware that my night has just been hijacked by a man who thrives on control.“I actually…” I hesitate, then exhale. “Would you like to get out of here? Somewhere quieter?”His eyebrows lift in surprise before he smiles. “Yeah,” he says quickly, like he’s afraid I’ll change my mind. “I’d really like that.”Good. Because I need to leave now. We weave our way t

ZariaThe bass from the speakers vibrates through the floor and straight into my bones as I lean against the cool surface of the bar. Colored lights are everywhere. Blue, red, purple, casting shadows over bodies pressed together, laughing, swaying, drinking like the world isn’t falling apart outside these walls.People who are dancing like they don’t have problems. Like they don’t wake up every morning with dread sitting heavy in their chest.I wrap my fingers around the glass in front of me, watching the ice slowly melt into the drink, watching strangers forget themselves one song at a time. The air smells like alcohol, perfume, sweat, and freedom. It’s loud, chaotic and alive.And for the first time in a week, I’m not in Tristan King’s office. I’m not at the hospital where my father’s judgmental eyes burn holes into me and stepmom is not making snarky comments about how I brought Tristan King’s wrath upon us all.It’s been exactly seven days since I started working for that evil bas