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Zane’s Point Of View
“Fuck, Ash… slower,” I breathed, nails clawing at the silk sheets beneath us, my back arching as his lips trailed across my chest. The scent of pine and musk clung to his skin, intoxicating, familiar, addictive. “I can’t,” he growled against my neck, his teeth grazing that tender spot that made me forget everything but him. “I need you. Now.” "Ash..." I gasped, my fingers tightening in his hair. "Shhh... just feel me," he whispered back, his lips trailing a slow line of kisses along my collarbone. We were tangled in each other, our bodies slick with sweat, his hands gripping my thighs like he was trying to etch his name into my bones. Every thrust made the headboard knock against the wall in a steady, almost punishing rhythm, like a countdown we were both ignoring. His mouth found mine again, fierce, hungry, like he was trying to kiss away the truth. The truth that this couldn’t last. But I kissed him back anyway. We were in his room… his sanctuary, his world. And somehow, in that forbidden space where we weren't supposed to be more than friends, we became lovers. “I love you, Ash,” I said against his neck, not realizing those words were going to become my curse. He stiffened for a heartbeat.. just a heartbeat, but then he buried his face into my shoulder and whispered back, “I know…” I smiled into his skin, foolishly thinking we had crossed the line and nothing could pull us back. The door crashed open. I froze. Ash’s eyes widened as the sudden brightness of the hallway light spilled into the room like judgment itself. “WHAT IN THE HELL IS THIS?!” His father. Alpha Marius, and the most dangerously homophobic man I had ever encountered. “Ash…” I whispered, my heart lurching into my throat. We were still tangled, sheets half-pulled, breathless, guilty. “GET AWAY FROM MY SON, YOU FILTHY DEVIANT!” Marius bellowed, his eyes burning with rage. His fists were already clenched. “Dad… please… it’s not…” Ash stammered, scrambling to cover himself, pulling the sheet up to his waist. His voice cracked in panic. I tried to sit up, speak, explain, but before I could, Ash turned toward me with eyes wide in terror. “He seduced me!” he shouted, voice louder than the thunder cracking inside my chest. What? My world halted. My body turned cold. “Ash…” My voice was soft. Broken. “He tricked me!” Ash yelled louder, rising from the bed as if I’d been some disease he needed to distance himself from. “He… he’s been obsessed with me for months. Always following me around, texting me… I told him to stop but he wouldn’t!” Each word was a dagger. “No,” I croaked. “Don’t do this.” “He just wanted my status, dad! He wanted to feel important, he thought getting with me would… would make him matter!” “That true, boy?” Marius growled, stepping closer to me with violent intent in his eyes. “You touching my son for status? Are you using your disgusting obsession to manipulate him?” “No!” I shot up, dragging the sheet around my waist. My hands trembled. “We love each other. Ash and I… we’ve been in love for months. We’ve just been hiding it. He’s afraid of you. That’s why we…” “SHUT UP!” Marius roared, striking me across the face with the back of his hand. The room spun. I hit the floor, stars exploding behind my eyes. “Don’t you dare lie about my son like that,” he snarled. Ash stood there. Frozen. Watching. Doing nothing. I looked at him, blood trailing from my lip. “Say something,” I begged, my voice hoarse. “Tell him the truth. Please.” Ash glanced down. And I saw it. The flicker of guilt. The storm of shame. But then, he hardened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The words shattered me. Marius dragged me up by the collar of my shirt, fury seething through every inch of him. “You're not leaving this house. You’re going home. And you’re going to stay there. If I see your face again, I’ll end you.” “Dad” Ash whispered. “Not a word!” Marius snapped. “You’ve embarrassed this family enough tonight. I’ll fix this.” I was escorted home that night like a criminal. His father made the call. I was to be watched. Guarded. Cut off. All my devices were confiscated. My room locked from the outside. Two guards stationed at the door. It was like prison. Except worse… because the cell was my own home. The punishment, my own heart. Days passed like shadows. I paced the room like a caged animal, blood still crusted at the corner of my lip, heart bruised beyond recognition. I replayed his words. His betrayal. His silence. I couldn’t eat. Couldn’t sleep. The walls whispered his name in the quiet. ********** The voices outside my door weren’t hushed tonight. I pressed my ear to the wooden paneling, heart hammering in a rhythm that no longer knew peace. “…the Alpha’s son is finally doing it,” one of the guards said, a deep voice with the scratchy drawl of someone who enjoyed others’ misfortunes. “Ash is announcing his engagement at the ceremony tonight. He and Lily… well, you know. It’s all about strengthening the bloodlines.” “Lily?” the other one laughed. “Isn’t she the one whose dad runs the eastern border patrol? Makes sense. Power marrying power.” “And she’s a girl,” the first one added with venomous amusement. “Not like him” his tone dropped as he spat the word, “that disgusting Omega we’re babysitting. Still can’t believe he seduced the Alpha’s son.” “Two nights ago, I heard them screaming at each other,” the second muttered. “You’d think he’d get the hint and kill himself. That'd save us all a lot of trouble.” I backed away from the door, bile rising in my throat. Engaged? To Lily? Two days ago, his hands were in my hair. Two nights ago, his mouth whispered I know when I told him I loved him. And now… now he was getting engaged? I stumbled back, nearly falling, my chest rising and falling too quickly. I waited until nightfall, watching the flicker of lantern light through the slits in the shutters, counting the guards’ footsteps like a beat in a song. One step… Two steps… Pause. Laugh. Now. They were distracted, probably talking about the wine they'd steal from the party. The click of my window latch was barely a whisper. I’d spent the last three days loosening the screws when they weren’t paying attention. My body slid through the narrow gap, scraping my ribs and arms, but I didn’t care. Pain was nothing. Not compared to this storm inside me. I ran. Barefoot. Shirt torn. Hair matted. I didn’t stop. Branches tore at my skin. The night air stung my lungs. I could hear the distant thrum of music. Celebration. Laughter. Joy. While I was caged. While my name was dragged through the dirt. I followed the scent of sweet wine and roasted venison until the forest opened up, revealing the heart of the pack’s ceremonial grounds… lit with lanterns, decorated with crimson and gold banners, and filled with wolves in their finest silks and suits. And there he was. Standing under the sacred moonstone tree, dressed in ceremonial silver robes with a red sash that marked him as heir and soon-to-be Alpha. His hand was intertwined with hers… Lily, the perfect blonde with eyes like frozen glass and a smile that said victory. My heart cracked. I stepped forward. No one noticed at first. But then… whispers. Gasps. Eyes. Ash’s shoulders tensed. “Zane…” someone murmured from the crowd, scandalized. “Isn’t that?” Ash turned. Our eyes met. And for a split second… he faltered. His lips parted, just slightly. His fingers twitched. The guilt, I saw it. I felt it. But then Marius appeared behind him, placing a heavy hand on his son’s shoulder, his glare daring him to slip. Ash straightened. “What are you doing here?” he said coldly. Loud enough for everyone to hear. I stood frozen, breathless, trembling from exhaustion and heartbreak. “I need to talk to you,” I said, voice cracking. “Ash, why? Why are you doing this?” Ash’s face hardened. “I don’t know you.” The words hit like knives. “Ash, please,” I stepped closer, ignoring the snarls from the crowd. “Two days ago… you said…” “I SAID I DON’T KNOW YOU!” he snapped, yanking his hand away from Lily, stepping forward. “Stop lying. Stop humiliating yourself.” “Lying?” I whispered. “You’re nothing but a shameless, pathetic Omega,” Ash continued, venom lacing his every syllable. “You threw yourself at me, hoping you could climb out of the dirt. You’re disgusting. A filthy homosexual who tried to seduce the future Alpha.” The gasps turned into angry mutters. “Enough,” Marius barked. “Guards!” “Ash…” I croaked. “You kissed me! You said..!” “Take him,” Marius ordered. “He’s mentally unstable. Probably dangerous. We should’ve locked him up tighter.” Rough hands grabbed me. I thrashed. “Let me go!” I shouted. “He’s lying! He’s doing this because of his father! Ash, tell them! PLEASE!” “Silence him,” Marius said with a snarl. A guard backhanded me, sending me to the ground. My vision blurred. But still… I looked at him. At Ash. He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. Not once. They dragged me through the dirt, past horrified faces. Past the wolves I’d grown up around. Past the children I used to teach in the fields. Past the Elder who once told me I was destined for greatness. Now, they looked at me like I was filth. And Ash, he looked away. ********** The prison was colder this time. A damp stone cell beneath the ceremonial hall, where no moonlight reached. They chained me to the wall, like an animal. I heard the door slam. I tasted blood. I wanted to scream. But there was no voice left in me. I sank to the floor, the echoes of laughter from above still haunting the air. Engaged. To her. After everything. I stared at the stone wall, my wrists raw against the cuffs. The guards came just after dawn, their footsteps like thunder down the cold, damp corridor of the underground prison. I hadn’t slept. How could I? My body ached from where they’d slammed me to the ground during the engagement celebration. My lip was still split, and my left eye had swollen shut. The silence of the cell was only broken by my breathing… sharp, shallow, and filled with dread. Then the cell door opened, and the pain beganMiles' Point Of ViewWhen I finally looked at him, it felt like someone had driven a dagger straight between my ribs. Zane looked completely wrecked. His dark eyes were wide, filled with a mess of anger, betrayal, and a deep, agonizing confusion that he couldn't even hide. He was drowning in it… struggling under the weight of a choice he was too good, too soft-hearted to make on his own. Even now, even furious and frightened, there was no cruelty in his expression, only a raw, unguarded desperation that made my resolve waver more than I would ever admit. He loved me. I knew he did. I could feel it in the way his hand was trembling against my shoulder, in the frantic way he was searching my face for any sign that this was a joke, desperate for some crack in my mask he could pry open. I remembered every quiet moment that had led us here… stolen hours in the library with our knees pressed together under the table, his laugh echoing through empty training yards on evenings we should ha
Miles' Point Of View"Nobody at that dump could even hit my coat," I sneered, leaning back in my chair until the front two legs lifted off the dark wood floor. I twirled the silver spoon between my fingers, letting a cold, lazy smirk stretch across my mouth. "Seriously. You pay all those tuition fees for top-tier combat instructors, and half of them get winded just setting up a basic defense circle. Staying there another semester would've turned my brain into mush." "Miles." My father didn't shout. He didn't slam his cup on the table or yell at Doctor Vane to leave the room. He just said my name, his deep voice dropping into a quiet, heavy register that instantly cut through the room, silencing even the soft clink of silverware around us. Doctor Vane, who had been quietly cutting into his roast, set his knife down without a sound, as though he understood this was no longer a conversation he belonged to. The front legs of my chair hit the floor with a loud thud. He leaned across th
Miles' Point Of ViewThe ceramic tray hit the top marble step with a deafening CRASH. Porcelain shattered into a hundred flying shards. Hot tea splashed across the white stone, pooling around a mess of soggy leaves, but the woman didn't even flinch. She didn't look down. She didn't check her slippers. Nothing mattered to her except the boy standing at the bottom of the staircase. "Miles!" She was practically falling down the grand staircase, her long skirts bunched up in her hands, her hair coming completely loose from her pin. Each step seemed to cost her nothing… as if gravity itself had agreed to let her through unscathed, just this once. Somewhere behind her, a maid's tray clattered to the floor too, abandoned mid-stride, but no one so much as glanced at the mess. The whole house seemed to hold its breath along with her. "Hey… Mom, chill out…" Before I could even finish turning around, she hit me like a runaway carriage. Her arms wrapped around my neck so hard my throat almos
The room smelled of rubbing alcohol, old leather, and copper… that unmistakable iron stench of blood that refused to scrub out of the stone floor no matter how many times the servants bleached it. The scent had settled into the very walls by now, a permanent resident that no amount of cleaning could evict. It was a massive chamber, but it felt like a prison. Dark velvet drapes, thick enough to block out every shred of sunlight, hung heavy over the arched glass windows, as though someone had wanted to seal the room away from the rest of the world entirely. The only light came from two faint rune-lamps flickering lazily in the corners, casting long, ugly shadows across the walls. A heavy oak desk on the far side sat piled high with half-burnt candles, empty glass vials of recovery salve, and dirty cloth wraps stained black at the centers… evidence of a vigil that had gone on far too long. Someone had once kept careful watch here, counting hours in melted wax and spent bandages, until
Zane's Point Of View"We're being ambushed!!!" The Elven General's voice cut through the ringing in my ears like a rusty blade. "That's impossible!" He roared, his usual refined posture completely gone as he grabbed the hilt of his rapier, his knuckles white against the engraved metal. "The barrier between both realms was sealed three hours ago! No one can get in or out till the assigned time for battle! The gate is locked!" "Tell that to the guys currently getting their throats cut!" I yelled back, ducking just in time as a stray fireball shot over my head and blew a supply wagon into splinters. The valley had descended into complete chaos. Steel clashed against steel with deafening, metallic cracks. Magic users from the human and elven units frantically drew defensive circles in the dirt, their hands shaking so badly that blue sparks fizzled out before the runes could catch. Screams echoed off the high rock walls… short, wet sounds that cut off way too fast. People ran everywher
Zane's Point Of ViewThe leather strap of my chest armor dug straight into my collarbone, but I couldn't even bother to adjust it. My hands were shaking. Just a tiny bit, but enough that I had to clench my fists into my thighs to hide it. I didn't want anyone else to see. Not today. Not when everyone around me needed to believe I was steady. One week. It had been seven days since the summit wrapped up, and now we were actually doing this. Seven days of frantic preparation had somehow felt both endless and nowhere near enough, each night blurring into the next in a haze of exhaustion and dread. Around us, the main courtyard was absolute chaos. Hundreds of high-tier wolf warriors checked their gear, dragon vanguards strapped heavy iron plates to their forearms, and the air smelled like ozone, sweat, and cheap weapon oil. Somewhere off to the side, a young recruit vomited quietly behind a supply cart, and nobody stopped to comfort him.There wasn't time for comfort anymore. I watched h
Zane's Point Of View I stood alone in the center of the Sky Garden, the last slivers of moonlight slicing across the marble floor like silver ribbons. The silence was eerie after Ronan’s sudden departure, his scent still faint in the air like something forbidden. My fingers clenched slowly at my s
Zane's Point Of View The moment Ronan released me, it felt like being dropped from a height I hadn’t realized I’d climbed.One second, I was wrapped in his warmth, his touch like a firm current guiding me through a storm I didn’t even know I’d been dancing in. The next… cold air rushed between us
Ronan's Point Of View I should’ve walked away.That was the first thought that screamed in my head the moment I hauled Zane’s soaking, unconscious body onto the rocks.He should’ve drowned.He had no business being out here in the Cloud Sea… no training, no permission, no damn sense. I didn’t even
Zane's Point Of View“Whether you go or not, Zane…” Her eyes narrowed as she turned. “It won’t affect the ball at all.”The door clicked shut behind Alisa like the last nail in a coffin. The silence that followed felt suffocating. Heavy. It wrapped around me like a stormcloud that refused to lift.







