MasukATHENA
That night, I cried until my throat hurt and my eyes felt raw. I turned from side to side, clutching the blanket tight against my chest like it was the only thing keeping me together. Breathing felt hard, shallow, like something heavy was sitting inside me and wouldn’t move. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ryan. His face. His voice. The way he looked at me like I was nothing. I pressed my face into the pillow, biting my lip to keep the sounds down. Crying too loud only caused trouble. I stayed quiet, even when my chest shook. Even when my hands trembled. Eventually, the tears stopped on their own. My face felt tight and dry. I lay there staring into the dark until my body finally gave up. - Morning came too fast. My head pounded as I pushed myself upright. My body felt stiff, sore in places I tried not to think about. I sat there for a moment, feet on the floor, breathing slowly. Being late wasn’t an option. Omegas didn’t get second chances. I washed my face with cold water, scrubbing until the swelling went down a little. My eyes still looked tired, but they always did. I tied my hair back and straightened my dress before leaving the room. The kitchen was quiet when I walked in. Cold, too. I preferred it this way. I knew what to do here. My hands went to work without thinking. Vegetables. Pans. Coffee beans. I lined everything up neatly. Routine helped keep my mind still. Then I noticed someone else in the room. Ava stood near the doorway, fresh from her morning run. Her cheeks were pink, her ponytail damp. She paused when she saw me and smiled softly. It wasn’t forced. It never was with her. “Hey, Athena,” she said. “Hi,” I replied, keeping my eyes on the counter as I reached for a knife. She stayed quiet for a second, then sighed. “I saw what happened yesterday.” I stopped for just a moment, then kept moving. “I don’t know what to say,” she went on. “But I’m sorry.” I turned toward her slowly and gave a small smile. It didn’t feel real on my face. “There’s nothing to be sorry about,” I said. “It already happened.” I shrugged lightly. “Ryan is a beta. I’m just… me.” My voice dropped at the end. “It wouldn’t make sense for someone like him to be tied to someone like me.” Ava studied me, her expression serious. “You say that, but it still hurt you. Anyone can see it.” I looked down at the cutting board and started chopping again. My movements were steady. Careful. “I’m fine,” I said quietly. She didn’t argue, Just sighed again. I glanced at her. “Did you meet your mate yesterday?” Her shoulders tensed. “Yeah. I did.” Something in her tone made me pause. “You don’t sound happy.” “It’s complicated,” she said, rubbing her forehead. “I don’t know if I can accept him.” I hesitated. “Why?” She took a breath. “It’s Joshua.” I blinked. “Joshua? But you two—” “Exactly,” she cut in with a short laugh. “We’ve never gotten along. Ever. Now we’re supposed to be mates?” I nodded slowly. “I understand.” I thought for a moment. “Maybe don’t push him away too fast. Did you reject him?” “No,” she said. “I didn’t.” She grabbed a cup of coffee and drank it quickly. “We’ll see how it goes.” I smiled faintly. Footsteps sounded from the hallway. Lily walked in like she owned the place, her perfume filling the room before her voice did. “Ava!” she said brightly. “Did you find your mate?” Ava nodded, not looking thrilled. “That’s so exciting!” Lily clapped her hands. “Not really” Ava said. “Did you?” Lily’s smile stretched wider. “No, but guess what?” Ava groaned. “Just say it.” “Ryan is going to announce me as his mate today.” The tray slipped from my hands before I realized what was happening. It hit the floor with a loud crash. Coffee splashed everywhere. Both of them turned toward me. Lily looked pleased. “Oh, I didn’t even notice you there,” she said. “Don’t look so shocked. Your mate doesn’t want you. He chose me instead.” My chest tightened. A tear slid down my cheek before I could stop it. Ava stepped forward immediately. “That’s not right,” she said sharply. “You can’t just take someone else’s mate.” Lily shrugged. “I didn’t do anything wrong. Ryan has always been with me. How do you expect me to feel when he’s tied to some omega like her?” My hands curled at my sides. I lifted my head. “I might be an omega,” I said, my voice shaking, “but I’m not pathetic.” Lily’s eyes flashed. “No one would ever want you.” Something inside me snapped. “I was still given a mate,” I said quietly. “Even if he rejected me. You’re older than me, and you still haven’t found yours.” The room went silent. Ava’s lips curved into a small smile. Lily’s face turned red. She raised her hand. “Why is that omega taking so long to serve the coffee?” Alpha Lucas’s voice echoed down the hall. Everything stopped.HUNTERI hadn’t seen the female in three days.At first, I told myself Eran had done exactly what I asked. That he had sent her away quietly without dragging it into my awareness. It would have been cleaner that way. Easier.Yet the feeling wouldn’t leave.That was when I knew something was off.I sat on my throne, my fingers curling around the armrest, the carved stone biting into my palm. The guards at the entrance straightened immediately, sensing the shift in me before I spoke.“Summon Eran,” I said.They didn’t hesitate. Two of them moved at once, boots striking the floor as they rushed away.The silence that followed stretched thin. I stared ahead, jaw tight, my thoughts circling back to her despite my effort to cage them. Three days was too long. Even for a mistake. Even for obedience.Eran arrived moments later, stepping into the hall with his head lowered. He dropped his head and bowed deeply, his posture respectful but not relaxed. He felt it too. Whatever unease lived in me
ATHENAI watched Hunter swallow harshly. I saw it, the tight movement of his throat, the brief tension in his jaw before he masked it again. His gaze stayed on me, cold and assessing, as if I had said something out of this world. The air between us felt brittle. I stood there, rooted, my fingers curling into the soft fabric of my nightdress. His eyes flickered for a moment, just a fraction of a second before he looked away, turning his face as if I were no longer worth seeing.“Leave. Now.”His voice was low, roughened by a growl that scraped against my nerves. There was no anger in it. Just finality.I didn’t wait to be told again.My hands flew to my nightdress, clutching the thin fabric to my chest as if it could shield me from the humiliation burning through me. I turned and fled, my bare feet barely touching the stone as I ran down the corridor toward my room. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure the building itself could hear it, each step echoing the truth I didn’t want to f
HUNTER She stiffened under my gaze, every muscle in her body locking as if stillness were the only shield she had left. “I… I don’t know—” she started, fragile, uncertain. Something sharp cut through me. “You don’t know?” I echoed, my voice husky, edged with something dangerous. My fingers moved without permission, reaching for the buttons of her nightwear, unfastening the first one slowly. Deliberately. My eyes never left her face. “You don’t know who Ryan is?” Her breath caught. Both her hands flew up, clutching at my wrists as if she could stop me, as if she could anchor herself. I didn’t pull away. I continued unbuttoning her nightwear one button at a time, watching her closely, cataloguing every flicker in her eyes, every tremor in her body. Her arousal thickened the air, unmistakable, curling around my senses like a provocation. A growl tore out of my chest before I could stop it. “I—I…” Her voice faltered, barely audible. That was it. I exhaled roughly and stepped back
ATHENA Morning came too quickly, pale light barely brushing the stone corridor when the knock landed against my door. It was firm. Nothing like Claire’s gentle taps. I groaned softly, limbs heavy, every muscle reluctant as I pushed myself upright. Sleep clung to my eyes as I dragged my feet across the cold floor. My fingers curled around the handle almost automatically. I opened the door without thinking, my mouth half forming Claire’s name. The word died on my tongue. Eran stood there instead. My spine snapped straight as though a wire had been pulled tight. Instinct overtook thought before I could even process it. I smoothed my hands down the thin fabric of my nightwear, suddenly hyper aware of how little it covered, how exposed I was under his gaze. His eyes flicked over me quickly, and I felt that familiar, dangerous weight pressing into my chest. Then, he turned his head away, jaw tightening as though he was irritated by the sight but it was the opposite. I could feel his
HUNTER I appeared silently behind the intruder,the weight of my presence settling before my voice ever reached the night. “And what are you doing here?” I asked, my words cutting through the darkness, deep and carrying that cold authority I’d honed over years. He stiffened instantly, like I’d struck him. Shoulders jerking, a startled shift of his weight. When he turned, panic flared across his face. His eyes met mine and dropped immediately, unable to look me in the eyes. “I—I’m sorry, my king,” he stammered. His voice wavered. “I was only… only looking at the stars.” The lie hit me immediately. My jaw tightened as I glanced past him toward the window above, toward the darkness hiding her. “Looking at the stars,” I repeated, my tone flat, tasting the lie as one would a bitter sip of poison. I exhaled slowly, a quiet sound that carried far more threat than my words ever could. “By throwing stones at a window?” His lips parted, a tremor running through his hands. No words came, n
HUNTER Hunter leaned back in his leather chair, rubbing his temples. The pressure behind his eyes was relentless, a dull ache that throbbed with every blink. The last file on his screen had been a blur, he’d skimmed it, absorbed the details without really seeing them. He closed the laptop with a muffled click, the sound too soft to satisfy the tension coiling in his chest. He sat there for a long moment, letting the silence settle around him, broken only by the hum of the office electronics and the faint creak of the building shifting. His gaze drifted to the heavy, unyielding door across the room, and for a moment, he imagined closing it for good. Sealing himself off from everything and everyone, except the thoughts he couldn’t escape. That girl. Her face, the tilt of her chin, the way she held herself, she was lodged in his mind like a thorn he couldn’t pull out. Irritating, unsettling and very unnerving. He hated that she had made even the smallest dent in his carefully controlle







