LOGINKIERAN Two hours agoThe glass cup filled with whiskey shatters in my hand, crushed by me.The sound explodes through my office like a gunshot, and whiskey splashes across the floor in a golden arc, mixing with blood streaming down by palms.I stare at it detached and unimpressed, I don't feel the sting of shards because something blanking my capacity to feel pain.I feel hot, hungry, and aroused. Something is wrong.I drag the scent of jasmine that fills my office, it burns all the way down, like I'm inhaling fire, heat fills my body most the south part especially.The heat is spreading, my muscles tighten, my heartbeat is kicking harder, faster and faster, the lighting in my office starts blaring, bleeding into the edges of my vision as red fills them.Three years of this hell. Since the year he left, my ruts stopped being biological cycles. They are no longer manageable, more temporary, and unpredictable now.Fenrir doesn't want release. He wants him, his scent, a ghost with jas
RONAN My body jerks upright in bed, as my lungs burn, and my heartbeat is so fast, it feels like it might punch out of my skin.My hand is locked around Ethan’s, fingers piercing through my skin.For a second, I don't know where I am. All I see are headlights, all i hear are tires screaming and bones crushingThen the room comes back into focus, the cracked ceiling, the thin blanket twisted around the leg.“Home, I'm home." I mutter fervently, Ethan doesn't pull his hand away.He just sits beside the bed and shoulders relaxed, his eyes fixed on my face before he asks.“Bad dream again?” He asks quietly, his voice very calm, I swallow hard and nod.“Why are you beside my bed?” I ask him at the same time.Embarrassment crawls up my spine, I hate waking up like a child after a nightmare shaking and gasping, while the world keeps moving.I drag a hand down my face, “I'm fine,” I say to him, which is a lie. we both know it, but neither of us calls each other out on it.Silence settles b
ETHAN “It didn't work, did it?”Rhea's lips part, but no sounds come out, her chest rises and falls in short, and shallow bursts like she's drowning, the diamonds at her throat tremble under her fingers as she clutches them with all her strength.I don't move on from her. Everything I know about her is worse.MINE! The words come again, slamming against the walls of my mind, rattling my bones. My wolf surges with terrifying force as it's ready to go hell and back with her.Protect, possess, the desperate urge to step closer, pulling her into my arms, shield her from every threat in the world, even from myself.My stomach churned, “she hit him,” I whisper back to my wolf, so low it barely escapes my throat, while she is high out of her fucking mind. “She watched him bleed.”MINE!!He still repeats. “She left him there.”The bond tightens around my chest like a barbed wire, squeezing until breathing becomes difficult.Rhea stares at me, terror blooming across her face. “You…” her voice
ETHAN The sharp tug on my heart starts before I even reach the gates of the Vale mansion.I sit in the driver's seat of the van I rented, the engine humming low, staring at the gate of the iron entrance.I had already checked the rut centre twice tonight, three guards on rotation on each alpha who sees their ruts there to protect the omegas, the scent filters are installed every week and the emergency exit routes are mapped.Ronan is in safe hands for just one shift, and we're set for life, so why the hell am I here?My fingers tighten around the steering wheel as that invisible rope inside my chest pulls at me harder this time, dragging my attention back to the mansion.My wolf wakes up inside me, whining as a low and restless sound that crawls up in my spine.Mate, he whispers.My jaw locks, not mate. I told him back.I kill the engine, stepping out into the cold air and slamming the door harder than necessary. The sound echoes across the road, “closure, i need to know why she did
KIERAN I call the operations room on the comm the minute I leave the call, “ operations,” I say, a voice responds immediately, “yes high commander.” “Prepare a strike team.” I grate out. A few seconds of silence followed by a “yes sir.”The rain still doesn't stop. It bangs against the windshield of the car, hard as we drive towards the impound for a search and arrest mission.The accident wasn't an accident, I remember the way his bones met the road in that sickening crack that replays in my head time and time again.On paper, this place was just an impound for old and used cars before they were recycled, a concrete lie if you ask me.The convoy drives into the steel gates of the impoundment.But the moment I step out of the vehicle, boots hitting wet pavement and little puddles of water, Fenir rises sniffing for any signs of blood spilled.He has been restless and agitated, not for violence but for truth. The air reeks of oil, rust, and a voice crackles in my ears.“Commander,
KIERAN My boots hit the hallway, as I'm going for a meeting this morning, the chatter from radios buzz everywhere, then the hushed voices of officers as they notice me.The air smells like fear and blood, the kind that settles into the bones of men, who know exactly what I'm capable of.“High commander on deck!” The announcement rises through the halls, instant movement from soldiers, officers straighten their stance, then bows follow too.I don't acknowledge them beyond a brief flick of my eyes. That's all they get. That's all they need.Because weakness gets people killed.I scan their face as I pass, noticing tiny details most people would miss, sweat gathering at their collars, a twitch in a jaw, eyes that drop the minute i pass.“Commander.” A young officer jogs up beside me, his breath uneven from breathing too hard, and trying and failing to match my stride.I don't look at him immediately, “Report,” I say finally.“The southern patrol has secured the perimeter around the city
Ronan The tribunal doors slams closed behind me, a cold relief filling my bones, for a second the world feels too bright, too open and loud.As I walk into the school's main building,the whispers begin, starting first as a soft ripple then it's charged.“ That's him,”“ the violent one, never pegg
The chamber of trialsThe Tribunal chamber feels colder the moment we step inside.A high-celiinged stone hall. Blue flames licking the walls.The Eldenridge banner waving from side to side as a quiet breeze hummed through the halls.And at the centre, carved into the floor, the crescent moon, The
RonanHis throat bobs as he swallows. “I didn't lie.”“You didn't tell the truth either.”He flinches again, like the words were punches on him.‘ I couldn't.” He said in a low rasp. “ You don't understand what he….”“I don't care,” I cutting him short, stepping back and pulling my palm from his ha
RONANThe Evaluation hall feels too crowded, I could see some lesser Alphas chewing their nails at the door , scared to enter, it feels like an execution chamber.Rows of students fill the bleachers, buzzing with nervous excitement and curiosity. The banner and decorations have been put up with a b







