ANMELDENAurelWe finally got to my apartment and I'm face to face with a bright red spray paint coat on the door LIAR.TRAITOR OMEGA.Thick drips of red paint pool on the doorkromat, still wet under the porch light. My teeth slam together so hard my jaw pops. They tracked down my private apartment in less than twenty four hours?."We aren't staying here," Gabriel mutters under his breath, his hands gripping the rubber handles of my wheelchair so hard his knuckles turn white. "We're going straight to the family house. Pack your shit. Nobody knows that address yet."My chest tightens up. I want to curse out but the words feel like a rock in my throat. Twenty minutes later, the back gates of my parents' estate slide shut behind the van.The front door swings open before Gabriel even parks the wheelchair on the entryway rug. Danny's tiny figure in an oversized jersey comes sprinting across the hardwood floor."Daddy!"Danny crashes right into my lap. His small arms wrap around my neck, his soft
NeylanAurel's baby. My baby?The words keep crashing against the inside of my skull like heavy bricks. My breath hitches in my throat. I can't catch a single full breath. My knees dig deeper into the rubber floor mats of the van, the hard plastic cutting right through my jeans.I hold Aurel’s shaking frame in my arms. He feels light. Way too light. His shoulders shudder hard under my palms as he gasps for air through his teeth.Fuck. I did this to him. I made him go through this hell all by himself, and now his body is breaking right in front of me.I slide closer on my knees, reaching down with shaking hands to fix the padded leg rest beneath his locked right leg, raising the support bar two inches so his knee doesn't hang down.Aurel flinches away from my touch, his hand flying up to slap my wrist away with a dull smack."Don't touch me," he groans out, his chest heaving as he presses his back against the seat."Let me help you," I say, my voice dropping low and raspy. I let my Alp
NeylanI shove the wheelchair through the sliding door of the van.Aurel’s weight shifts hard as the rubber wheels hit the floor tracks. Paparazzi crowd the metal door frame, their flashbulbs popping like fireworks. I slam the heavy door shut, locking the latch with a loud click.The noise from outside drops to a low rumble.I spin around and drop into the leather bench seat directly across from him. The van jerks forward, tires spinning on the wet pavement as the driver hits the gas to clear the loading dock.Aurel turns his head toward me. His eyes are wide, dark, and filled with pure rage."Get the fuck out," he spits, his voice raspy and shaking. "Get out of this van, Neylan."My chest tightens up. “What do you mean get out?”I slide off the bench seat. My knees hit the rubber floor mats between us with a heavy thud.The boy I have come to know as Gabriel and his brother steps up from the front passenger seat, his fists balled at his sides, but I don't even look at him. My eyes fa
Aurel The TV screen on the hospital wall turns on as sport news slides across the screen. Two news anchors sit behind a desk, their mouths moving fast. A massive red banner runs across the bottom of the screen just then. BREAKING NEWS: WRAITHS CAPTAIN AUREL LAURENTIS EXPOSED AS RECESSIVE OMEGA. I bite down the inside of my cheek. "A deceitful liar who tricked his team, his league, and the entire sport," the male anchor says, his voice cutting through the room. "Leaked CCTV footage reveals Laurentis spent years hiding his secondary gender while—" Hannah lunges across the floor. Her fingers slam into the side of the monitor, punching the power button. The screen snaps black. My hands dig into the hospital mattress. The cotton sheets tear under my nails. My chest heaves up and down, but zero air goes into my lungs. Panic hits my throat like dry dust. "Aurel, look at me," Hannah says, rushing back to my bedside. Her hands hover over my shoulders. "Do not look out that window. Focu
NeylanA loud, violent bang against the front door jolts me from sleep.My head hurts so bad it feels like it's going to split open. Stale whiskey sits heavy on the back of my tongue. Empty glass bottles clink together on the floor when I shift on the couch.The door slams open and hits the wall hard.Desmond stumbles inside, almost falling over his own feet. Right behind him, my dad walks into the apartment.His expensive shoes crush a plastic bottle cap on the floor. His face is completely blank, but his eyes are dark and clearly… he's pissed. He looks right at me lying here in my mess."You marked a male Omega?" my dad growls, his jaw clenching down hard.The question makes zero sense to my brain. I sit up on one elbow, my palm sticking to the leather cushion. I rub my face with my hand, trying to fix my blurry eyes."What are you talking about?" I say, my voice totally dead and raspy from drinking for two straight days after leaving Aurel’s hospital room. "Marked who? It’s six in
AurelThe heavy smell of bleach and hospital soap stings my nostrils. A warm, damp cloth drags gently across my forehead, wiping away the dried sweat sticking to my hairline.My eyelids feel like lead, heavy and swollen, but I force them open anyway.Gabriel sits on the edge of the plastic chair, his long legs stretched out into the narrow aisle. Right beside him, Mom leans over my mattress, her hands working carefully as she cleans my arms with the cloth.Her breath hitches the second my eyes lock onto hers. She freezes mid-wipe, her shoulders jerking up like she just got hit with a bucket of ice water."Aurel..." she breathes out, her voice cracking right down the middle."Mom," I rasp, my throat so dry it feels like swallowing broken glass.Her lips press into a thin, tight line. Her nostrils flare. Before I can even blink or process what she's doing, her hand comes down, smacking the side of my head with a dull thud."Ouch! Mom!" I yell, wincing hard as the sudden movement sends a
AurelI push off the bed, ignoring the faint wheeze in my head. I’m not even listening to whatever Treyvon is saying.But then… what am I even going to say to him?I walk down the hallway and see Harper approaching.“Hey, why are you up and bouncing like you’re heading into a wrestling ring?”I ign
AurelShit! I want to push him off me, but I can't even lift a fucking muscle.Of all people that could have been here, it had to be this asshole.He pulls my head closer to his body, his scent calming my nerves, but it annoys me. I understand that because he's my Alpha, that's why my body is respo
NeylanAurel and I have never not balled our hands, ready to hit each other whenever we met, but this time…he just kept glaring at me, and he kinda smelled relaxing even though it was just a few seconds we had a hand shake before the team walked away.I still can’t place where I perceived that.It
Aurel “Laurentis pull yourself together and get back in the game.” Coach Jace shouts from the rink. But my head feels too light, like I might just drop if I stay out there any longer. The smell of Alphas around me is ruining my stomach. I swallow hard, but it doesn’t help. “Shit…” I mutter und







