Naya's POV I didn’t react. I didn’t let my face show anything but quiet neutrality as I excused myself from Lucien’s presence. A flicker of amusement crossed his expression, as if he expected me to shrink beneath his gaze—to lower my head and submit like the Omega he thought I was. But I did neither. Instead, I turned on my heel and walked away. I could still feel his gaze boring into my back, but I didn’t stop. My heart pounded in my chest, my skin crawling from his lingering presence. As I reached my room, I closed the door behind me and let out a slow breath. I couldn’t let this escalate. Kieran had worked too hard to establish diplomatic relations, and the last thing I wanted was to be the reason it crumbled. So I made a decision. I would avoid Lucien. I would stay out of his way, keep myself occupied, and wait for Kieran to return. Even if it meant biting my tongue, I wouldn’t cause a scene. At least, that was the plan. --- Lucien didn’t make avoida
Naya's POV The first thing I noticed was the cold. It seeped into my skin, chilling me from the inside out. My body felt heavy, my limbs sluggish, my breaths slow and shallow. I tried to move, but a strange numbness held me captive. Something was wrong. I blinked groggily, my vision swimming as I attempted to make sense of my surroundings. I wasn't in the courtyard anymore, rather I had been moved to one of the many indistinguishable guest rooms in the Manor.My hands clenched on the foreign sheets I was laid in.I pushed past the bile that wanted to rise in my throat at the thought of someone moving my unconscious body here.The place was dark, the only source of light coming from the moon filtering through the curtains. The scent of the tea still lingered on my tongue, now bitter, almost metallic. And then I heard it. Footsteps. Slow. Measured. Approaching. A sickening sense of déjà vu coiled in my gut. I felt trapped. Vulnerable. Hunted. Far too familiar
Kieran's POV Lies. She said it so calmly, as if she wasn’t nearly on death’s doorstep. Something wasn’t right. I turned to the doctor, my eyes flashing dangerously. "What kind of poison?" The doctor shifted nervously. “It was a—” He stopped abruptly. I caught it. That brief flicker of hesitation. "You were about to say something else," I pressed. His lips parted, but before he could speak, Naya's fingers tugged at my sleeve. I turned back to her. "There's nothing else," she said softly. "I’m fine now." I narrowed my eyes. She was hiding something. The maids were hiding something. Even the doctor was hiding something. I could sense it, feel it in my bones. But I didn’t push. Not yet. Instead, I exhaled through my nose and nodded. "Fine." For now. But I wasn’t done. Naya gave me another small smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I just need some rest.” "Then rest," I muttered, brushing my knuckles against her cheek. She leaned into my t
Naya’s POVThe sky outside was grey, heavy with the promise of rain. I sat by the window, knees tucked to my chest, watching the first drops hit the glass. It had been days since I last saw Kieran. Since the blood. Since the war drums had begun to beat. No one said it outright, but I wasn’t blind. Kieran’s men moved with urgency. The tension in the air was suffocating. Conversations died when I walked into a room. This was my fault. I had known from the start that an Omega and an Alpha standing together would bring trouble. But I had let myself hope, let myself believe things could be different. And now? Now, Kieran was out there somewhere, dealing with the fallout, while I was kept here, shielded from the chaos. A part of me was grateful. The other part hated it. A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. "Come in," I said, my voice quieter than I intended. The maid, Elise, stepped inside, carrying a tray of food. She hesitated before speaking. "Miss Na
My breath hitched. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe that our feelings were stronger than the weight of the world pressing down on us. But I knew better. I knew that loving Kieran meant losing him one day. Maybe to his enemies. Maybe to the war. Or maybe to the truth, I was too afraid to tell him. Because one day, he would find out. And I didn’t know if he’d ever forgive me. ---Kieran's povI left Naya’s room only when I was certain she had fallen asleep. But sleep wouldn’t come for me. I made my way down the halls, my mind racing. The war wasn’t just a possibility anymore. It was a guarantee. I had killed one of their men. And now, they would come for mine. As I stepped into my private study, I found several of my most trusted men already waiting. Lukas, my second-in-command, was leaning against my desk, arms crossed. "They’ve sent a warning." I scoffed. "A warning?" "A declaration of war." He tossed a parchment onto my desk. "They wa
Naya’s POVI paced outside the meeting hall, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. The heavy wooden doors remained shut, a solid barrier between fenced the needed answers. I had been waiting for hours, hoping that Kieran would step out at some point, even if just for a moment. But he didn’t. It had been like this for days. Every time I tried to talk to him, something—or someone—stood in the way. I barely saw him anymore, and when I did, he looked exhausted, his expression drawn tight with frustration. I didn’t know what was happening, but the entire mansion felt suffocating.I turned to one of the guards stationed at the door. “How much longer will this go on?” The guard, a tall man with sharp features, barely glanced at me. “It’s not my place to say, Miss.” I exhaled sharply, trying to contain my irritation. “Has he at least taken a break?” Silence. “Has he eaten?” The man shifted at that, his face slightly twisted, but he remained silent. I clenched my jaw. They
Naya's POV The moment the words left my mouth, I realized how quiet the room had become. A presence loomed behind us. I turned slowly, my breath catching when I saw them. Joan’s father. And beside him, another man—the Alpha. Joan smiled sweetly. “Oh dear, this is quite the misunderstanding.” Her father frowned, glancing between us. “What’s going on here?” Kieran tensed beside me, but before I could speak, Joan stepped in. “Naya’s a little emotional right now,” she said gently, tilting her head toward me. “Losing a child will do that to you.” My blood turned to ice. I stared at her, my hands trembling. No. No, she wouldn’t— I turned to Kieran, horror gripping me. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes—something raw, something broken. He knew. My breath hitched. “You… You know?” Kieran closed his eyes for a brief second before exhaling through his nose. “She told me.” I stumbled back a step, shaking my head. “No.” “She and he
Kieran's POV I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. "Naya, you didn't finish your plate." She didn’t move. Didn’t even acknowledge my voice. I clenched my jaw. "You need to eat more Naya. You can't go on like this." She just sighed. " I'm not hungry anymore.”Frustration coiled in my chest. I opened my mouth, but she continued before I could say another word. "Give me a month." I froze. She turned then, her eyes dull yet burning with something desperate. "Give me a month to do my own findings. I know you think it's dangerous, but Kieran, I have to know." I stiffened. "Absolutely not." "Kieran—" "I almost died when I learned about our child, Naya." My voice came out rougher than I intended, but I couldn't stop. "Do you understand that? I have spent every waking moment since then trying to even the score to ensure the people responsible suffer. And you want me to sit back and let you—" "Let me do something!" she cut in. "Let me prove to you that Joan is
Naya's POV Tobias stepped forward, his face set in a hard line. “Back off, you Old bastard,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You’ve got the wrong kid.”The Elder chuckled. “Oh, I don’t think so, Tobias,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “I know exactly who I have. That’s why I waited for the star of the show to arrive.”One of the Elder’s men stepped forward, dragging someone behind him. My heart skipped a beat.It was Julian.Isadora screamed, her face contorting with anguish. “Julian!” she cried, her voice cracking. “What did you do to him?”The Elder smiled coldly. “Don’t worry, my dear,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “We haven’t harmed him… yet.”Isadora turned to her father, her eyes pleading. “Please, Father,” she begged. “I don’t want to be a part of this anymore. Not if it means hurting Julian. He’s the only family I have left.”The Elder’s smile vanished, replaced by a look of cold fury. “Silence, Isadora,” he snapped. “You will do as you’re told.”He turned back to
Naya's pov I woke up with a gasp, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The last thing I remembered was Julian saying something about Aiden being in danger, and then… nothing. Just blackness. I pushed the blanket off my lap and sat up, my head throbbing. It felt like a giant was using my skull as a drum.“Ugh,” I groaned, pressing my hand to my forehead. The cottage was silent, eerily so. Where was everyone?I stumbled off the couch, my legs wobbly. “Tobias? Aiden?” I called out, my voice trembling. No answer.Panic clawed at my throat. Everything was a mess. The cushions were askew, a half-finished drawing lay abandoned on the coffee table, and the air was thick with a sense of… dread.I ran to the window, peering out into the fading light. The car was gone. My breath hitched in my throat. He’d left. He’d taken the others and left me behind.Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I felt abandoned, useless. But I couldn’t afford to fall apart. Aiden w
Tobias’s POVThe city air still clung to my clothes, a greasy film of exhaust and hurried footsteps. I’d spent the afternoon weaving through crowded streets, trying to finalize the last-minute details for the wedding.Naya deserved the best, and I was determined to give it to her, even if it meant battling grumpy florists and haggling with caterers who thought they were serving ambrosia instead of fried chicken. My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me from my mental checklist of seating arrangements and cake flavors. It was a message from the Elder.My stomach clenched as I read the words. They were laced with a thinly veiled threat, a demand for allegiance. He wanted me to join him, to fall in line with his plans, or he would… well, he didn’t explicitly say what he’d do, but the implication was clear: he'd make my life, Naya’s life, Aiden’s life, a living hell."Don't blame me when everything falls into pieces," the message concluded.I scoffed, a bitter sound in the busy street
Aiden's POV I trudged towards the front of the school, my heart heavy. I couldn't believe Julie had betrayed me like this. I couldn't believe he had said all those things to me.As I reached the front of the school, I saw Isadora waiting for me. She looked pale and anxious."Aiden," she said, her voice trembling. "We have to go. Now."I frowned. "What's wrong?" I asked."There's no time to explain," she said, grabbing my hand. "We have to leave. Your Grandfather wants to see you."I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay here, at least until I could figure out how to fix things with Julie. But Isadora was pulling me towards the car, and I knew I couldn't argue with her.We drove in silence, my anxiety growing with every mile. Isadora kept glancing at me, her eyes filled with fear.Finally, we reached the estate. I dreaded spending even one more day in that house.But as we pulled up to the gates, something strange happened. A black car pulled up behind us, blocking our path.A tall ma
Aiden's POV Three days. That's all it was supposed to be. Three days of pretending to be Julian, three days of nasty tutors and cold rooms, three days of holding in all the things that made me… me. I’d counted every minute, every second, just so Julie could have a break. But those three days felt like a lifetime.I tried my best to be Julian. I sat up straight, didn't fidget, and answered all the questions the tutors threw at me, even when my brain felt like it was going to explode till my voice, so unused to talking for long periods went hoarae5. Mistress Thorne still looked at me like I was a bug she wanted to squish, but she didn't hit me again. Maybe because she didn't want to overdo it.I had to hold in a snort of disgust.I hated that it could still happen and the fear it sent through my body whenever I even thought she might pull her hands into her robes with the cane But the worst part was being away from mom and dad. I missed their hugs, their smiles, their silly jokes. I
Julian's POVEven though I was scared, switching with Aiden felt… like breathing after holding my breath for too long. I could almost taste freedom. But as Naya led me towards their little house, my hands trembled. According to what his parents knew,Aiden didn't talk (not that they know he could talk and did so on a semi regular basis now).He used his hands always, signing words I barely knew. What if I messed up? What if Naya saw through my clumsy attempts?Naya squeezed my hand, and I tried to mimic Aiden's bouncy walk, but my legs felt like jelly."You okay, sweetie?" Naya asked, her voice warm. "You're awfully quiet today. More than usual, even for you."My heart hammered. I reached for the small notebook Aiden always carried and scribbled:'Tired. Long day.' I showed it to her, trying to copy Aiden's quick, jerky movements.Naya frowned, her eyes searching mine. "Long day, huh? Did something happen at school? Did someone tease you?"I shook my head, then quickly signed the wor
Aiden's POVLately, Julian hasn’t been the same. I noticed it first at school. He used to sit with me sometimes, even if he pretended not to care. But now, he looks down at the floor a lot, and when I try to talk to him, he just walks away. Not just at school, but even when I visit him with my astral projection. I float into his room, hoping to see that goofy grin or hear him laugh at my silly signs, but he looks through me like I’m not there. Sometimes he doesn’t even answer back.It made my chest hurt. I didn’t know why he was like this. I wanted to help, but Julian wouldn’t let me.One afternoon, I was floating around the house, drifting like a ghost, trying to find him. I peeked into the bathroom, and there he was, standing in front of the mirror—his shirt lifted just a little as he rubbed his arms.I saw it then. The scars. Long, jagged lines running down his arms, hidden beneath his sleeves. They looked red and angry, like wounds that never quite healed. My heart stopped for
Julian's POV I had seen Mom talking to the tall creepy man yesterday. I couldn't hear what they were saying but I could read the low tones of, reverent, “shaman Mhalak's" that fell from her lip.According to my studies, shamans were beings with a great attachment to the spiritual realm and were even said to liaise with the moon goddess!It was honestly cool but the man's aura rubbed the wrong way.The shaman scanned the room, his gaze lingering on me for a moment too long. "Isadora," he said, his voice smooth and oily. "I trust everything is prepared?"Isadora nodded, her face pale. "Yes, Shaman," she said with that reverential tone again. "Everything is ready."The shaman turned his attention back to me, a strange smile spreading across his face. "Julian," he said, "these are your teachers. They will guide you, teach you to be a proper heir."I stared at the two strangers, feeling a knot of fear tighten in my stomach. They looked so serious, so… intense.I gulped, looking back at t
Aiden's pov We talked about everything and nothing, about school and games and the things we liked to eat. It was like a dam had burst inside me, and all the words I had been holding back for so long were finally flooding out.We made a deal that day, a super-secret, extra-special deal. We would learn more about each other, thoroughly. We would switch again, so Julian could experience being with Mom without having to hate her. So he could see her, truly."But… but I can't sign," Julian said, his face falling. "Naya would know.”"You can learn!" I said, my voice full of encouragement. "I can teach you! It's easy!"Julian hesitated. "But… but I'll have to be silent," he said. "And everyone will think I'm weird.""You're already weird, Julie," I teased, poking him in the arm. "But it's okay! I like you weird."Julian grinned. "Okay," he said. "Okay, I'll do it. But you have to teach me everything!"And so, our lessons began. I taught Julian how to sign, showing him the shapes and mo