Masuk~~(Black)~~ I stood in the center of the Great Hall. The air was heavy with burning sage and cold stone. My father, the Grand Alpha, stood to my left. And right across from us, the High Priest sat on his throne of twisted iron. He was the one who controlled the spirits. He was the one who could make me a King. "The plan has changed," I said. My voice echoed against the high ceiling. The High Priest looked up. His eyes were milky white, blind to the world but seeing everything else. "Changed? The ritual is set in stone, Black. What has happened?" I hesitated, because how could I explain such recklessness to him? I looked at my father. He didn't blink. He knew why the plan was failing. "The girl," I muttered. "The vessel. She is… no longer... available." The High Priest leaned forward. The room grew deathly quiet. "Available? What do you mean by she's not available?” My throat ran dry. The priest was no joke of a person. My father stepped forward, sensing my hesitation
Debbie I stood in the center of Rex’s room, my feet sinking into the thick rug as I waited for him. He wasn't in the room when I walked in, and I thought he might be out of the house. I never thought he was in his underground arena. I watched Rex as he walked in. He jumped, his eyes widening when he saw me sitting there in the shadows. He looked like he had just seen a ghost—or perhaps a man who had just been caught doing something he shouldn't. "Debbie," he breathed, his voice a ragged whisper. "What are you doing here?" I didn't move. I kept my back straight and my eyes locked on his. "I should be asking you that, Rex. Where are you coming from?" “Oh… sorry. I… I had something doing down there…” He moved forward just a step. “What are you doing here? I thought you went to bed already,” he asked. I wanted to press on what he was doing, but that might just be perceived as me being nosy. I diverted to the main reason why I was here. "I think you, more than anyone, know why I'
Rex. I walked down the dark hallway of the underground area. The air was cold and smelled like damp stone. Every step I took sounded like a drum in the quiet. I stopped in front of the heavy iron door. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small glass syringe. It caught the light, looking sharp and dangerous. I unlocked the door. It creaked open, revealing the small gray room. There she was… Chloe. She was huddled in the corner. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes were wide with fear. As soon as she saw me, she started shaking. "No," she whimpered, backing her head against the wall. "No. Please. Don't do this to me again. I can’t take it anymore. Please!" I walked toward her, my face as still as a mask. "Relax, Chloe," I said. My voice was low and flat. "You shouldn't push yourself like this. It’s bad for your heart." "You're a monster!" she screamed, her voice cracking. "You're a disgusting dog! Let me go!" I knelt in front of her. I didn't feel angry. I didn't feel happy. I j
Debbie. River started to stand up, his eyes wide. "Debbie, you're here. We were just—" "Mm-mm. No," I said, holding up a hand to stop him. I walked past them and sat at the very end of the long dining table. I wanted to see all three of them at once. Three familiar faces that were, in reality, total strangers. I let the silence hang in the room for a long minute, not knowing what to say. "So," I started, my voice cool. "These faces are not brothers." I said the first thing that came out of my mouth. Silence. Rain looked at the floor. River looked at his hands. Rex just watched me with those blue, intense eyes. "What are you all planning to do with me?" I asked, leaning back. "Are you going to hand me over to your Boss at the end of three weeks? Is that the final move?" "No!" River shouted, waving a hand. "No, Debbie, nothing like that. We would never." "Then what?" I asked. "What’s the plan?" Rex cleared his throat. He looked me straight in the eye. "To be honest, we haven't t
Rain. “Me too,” I murmured. “Mine started yesterday.” Honestly, I wasn't joking. Last time, when Debbie left me, I almost died. This time, I was sure I had 24 hours max to live if we don't see her. Rex pulled his phone from his pocket. "Maybe I should call?” “Call?” River asked like that was a bad idea. “That's not a bad idea,” I concurred. “Are you guys normal?” River asked. “Someone who wouldn't want to see your face—what makes you think she would pick your calls?” He was right. Still… “Our face might irritate her, but our voice may not,” I reasoned. Stupidly. “I'm calling…” Rex announced. We all huddled around the phone. The tension was so high I could hear River’s shallow breathing. Rex hit the contact name: Debbie. The dial tone echoed through the silent kitchen. Ring... Ring... Ring... I held my breath, my eyes fixed on the screen. My heart was thumping against my ribs. Please pick up. Please just let us hear your voice. Suddenly, the ringing stopped. The screen
Rain The kitchen was filled with the smell of steak and sourdough toast, but the air felt like lead. We were sitting in the same spots we always did, but the empty chair at the end of the table—the one Debbie usually occupied while she made fun of River’s hair or my grumpiness—felt like a gaping hole. It had been forty-eight hours. Two days of looking at our phones every five minutes. Two days of jumpiness every time the front gate creaked or the doorbell rang. I pushed a piece of egg around my plate, my appetite completely gone. "I checked the logs again this morning," I said, my voice sounding scratchy. "She’s been at the office. She clocks in at exactly 8:00 AM, locks herself in her private office, and doesn't come out until 5:00 PM. No lunch breaks. No meetings. Then she goes straight home." "At least she’s not at the Alpha’s mansion," River muttered, leaning his elbows on the table. He looked like he hadn't slept since the incident. "No calls from the Council. No guards at ou
RexI walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I leaned my forehead against the cold tile wall. My chest was heaving.My skin was on fire.My hardness throbbed inside my shorts.What was going on in that room had worked me up so much.But I had to leave. Not because I was angry or anyt
DebbieHe was standing a few feet away, leaning against a tall tree. He had removed his suit jacket and tie. He was now in his white shirt, which was unbuttoned at the collar, and his hands were tucked into his pockets.He looked at me with those kind, soulful eyes that always made me feel like I w
DebbieThe morning air felt cold, but it wasn't the weather. The weather was normal. It was reality hitting me. The twenty-four hours were up. My three days of freedom were over—or should I say, my three days of bonding with my brothers-in-law.Outside the compound, a long, black car was sitting id
Debbie.I woke up on the third day to a silence so deep that it almost felt heavy.Yesterday, unfortunately, had ended, and funny enough, the days seemed to go by faster than anyone would originally imagine.We had just finished breakfast. Rex didn't attend, but I knew exactly where he would be.I







