Novels by 765.inaya

ZEPHYRA light yawn eased off my lips as I rolled in bed. My body felt lazy, my muscles relaxed, the rich scent of oils filling my nose. The loud buzz from the cadets' dorm was nowhere to be heard. The noises... were nonexistent.I parted my eyes hastily, jumping to sit in bed. My eyes darted over the vast space. The room, the rich-scented flowers, the vast, tidied room—it looked nothing like the cadets' dorm.It all rushed back, hitting me faster than a freight train. I remembered it all. The kidnapping. I had...My hand darted down my body. I stood right off the bed. I didn't feel anything. My ass wasn't hurting as badly as I'd expected. I hadn't expected to wake up feeling this normal after everything that had happened, but the mark on my neck was another matter entirely. My teeth gritted together as I groaned, trying to understand what was going on.Why had I not been thrown into a cell? I'd been caught. I bet my name had been flagged by now. Why the hell was I in a room, tidied a

BAIKALHis hands slid down to my cock, his wrist wrapped around it, his eyes snapping open, he wanted it too. This was a mistake, it was taking the last shred of control to hold myself together."Shit — now, I'm the sane one?" I asked, trying to pull him off, he squeezed harder, causing my cock to jump, a long pearl of precum drooling from my tip. He stroked me slowly, his lips crashing to mine, his tongue past my lips.His heat was way worse. My cock was aching painfully now, we were both in our respective cycles, and I was running from my own instinct."Baikal… help me." My eyes snapped open even wider. Moments ago, he'd been fighting me like he would rather face death than surrender. Now he was asking me for help, and I could see how much he hated having to do it. His brows drew together, frustration mixing with the confusion on his face.He wasn't suddenly comfortable with me. He was struggling with something he couldn't understand, and he hated that I was seeing him like this.An

BAIKALMy ruts were equal to madness, a sex-starved, lust-crazed madness. It came earlier than it ought to have, but I can't deny my mood had been foul all week. I had no desire to mate… but this once, I felt my hunger sated. Days early. Again. I smashed a glass against the wall when the first wave hit, then nearly thrown a physician out of my chambers for telling me to remain calm. Calm?!. The word alone had nearly earned him a broken jaw. My ruts had grown unpredictable over the years, arriving without warning and leaving destruction in their wake. The physicians had tried everything, but none of them had found an Omega whose pheromones could settle the madness inside me.My tongue glided off his lips as I drank in his taste, my teeth grazing over his lip. He pressed his palms against my chest, but I couldn't stop, my primal instincts pushing harder than they ever had, pressed against him, my tongue catching droplets of blood where I'd bitten him, tasting, sucking. More. I wante

ZEPHYRNobody questioned a cadet volunteering for delivery work. The quartermaster barely glanced at my papers before waving me into the crew, and by mid-morning I had a crate on my shoulder and my collar pulled high enough to shadow half my face, climbing the servants' stairwell with a man named Otto who talked too much and asked too many questions I didn't want to answer."You presented yet?" he asked, shifting his crate to his other shoulder, sweat already soaking through his shirt on the second flight."You've got that look. All coiled up. Bet you're Alpha, with those shoulders.""Something like that," I said, and let the lie sit there. The truth would've gotten me killed before I ever reached the palace.I had only differentiated as an Omega recently. My body was still struggling to adjust, and I couldn't risk anyone discovering what I had become."Keep your head down today regardless," he added, dropping his voice."King Baikal's been foul all week, ever since the Ivanov negotia

ZEPHYRMy eyelids felt too heavy for me to lift. My body ached terribly, my throat dry like I'd munched on sawdust. My sides burned, a surge of Omega scent hitting me continuously. I felt so weak, in more pain than I'd ever felt.I pushed my eyes open, my head a groggy mess as I glanced around, slowly taking in my surroundings — the green-painted walls, the heavy beeping machines. My blurry eyes moved only to realize my hands were cuffed to the bed. My Omega scent clung to my skin, stronger than anything I'd ever experienced, and no matter how shallowly I breathed, I couldn't escape it. I had spent five years pushing my body beyond its limits, enduring injuries that would have kept other cadets in bed for weeks. Yet a single night of differentiation had reduced me to someone who couldn't even sit up without feeling sick.My survival instinct kicked in immediately as I sat up, assessing my situation, when the sound of footsteps echoed through the room, drawing closer to me.My command

ZEPHYRMarek tapped twice against the mat, but I didn't stop. The same bloody, murderous rage and utter need to win had me blocking out his pleas as he begged, his cries filling the room while I bent his elbow, his arm twisting into an angle that was already looking wrong."He tapped. That's enough, cadet." Instructor Voss screamed, coming into the space between us, his hands hovering above mine, but he hadn't dared touch me. I'd seen the same look I'd noticed on most of the instructors recently… fear.The training hall was one of the largest buildings on the grounds, built to accommodate hundreds of cadets at once. Its reinforced walls had endured years of combat drills, sparring matches, and the occasional outburst from cadets who hadn't learned to control their tempers. The academy trained fighters for the kingdom's military, and every division had its own rankings. A cadet's position determined everything from training privileges to the assignments they could earn after graduatio