Chapter 1

Leon's POV

Everywhere hurt. Everything hurt. My brain was pounding like a motherfucker, and all I wanted to do was rip it off and go to sleep.

But whoever was speaking in the background obviously didn't want that for me, as I continued to hear their voice like a nail scraping my brain.

"What do we tell him?" I heard a voice in the background say, and I groaned inside my head.

They could start by not telling me anything. I wanted them to shut up so I could continue sleeping, and then maybe I could pass out and pass on.

"I really don't want to be the person here when he wakes," another voice whispered, or at least what sounded like an attempted whisper.

Well, then you can leave, for fuck’s sake. They were making it even worse. I just wanted to sleep. What about that couldn’t they understand?

"Shhh, be quiet. Let's not wake him up," the first voice spoke back.

Well, that's too late, seeing as they weren't even giving me the chance to sleep back.

My stomach grumbled, and I felt a pang of hunger.

Fuck.

Now I can't sleep even if I want to.

I slowly opened my eyes, wondering where the hell I was.

As my eyes focused around my surroundings, I realized I was in a hospital room of some sort, on a hospital bed.

Was I brought back to the hospital after what happened?

What exactly was going on?

I searched for the people whose voices I had heard and saw that they were at the door of the hospital room, whispering to each other.

I began to attempt to stand up straight when the people who had been talking noticed me and rushed toward me.

"You're awake. How are you feeling?" one asked, and I looked at them, still trying to figure out who they were and what had happened.

"What's going on? What happened?" I asked, looking between them.

"Leon, don't you remember what happened?" one of them, the woman, spoke.

"No, I don't… and how do you know my name?" I asked and almost felt instantly stupid. Of course they knew my name; I was admitted to the hospital, and it seemed like they probably checked my ID or something.

Maybe I was just being unnecessarily suspicious.

"We know everything about you, Leon. Of course I know your name," the woman smiled in that creepy “I watch from your closet” smile.

I take everything back.

Something was definitely wrong here. I could smell it.

This wasn't a hospital.

I jolted up from my bed, feeling shockingly energized.

It was a combination of both my fear and adrenaline that somehow pumped me so good I couldn't feel the pain from the gunshot wounds I had gotten.

My bed was right beside a window, so I looked out.

Fuck.

This was definitely not a hospital.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I'd been kidnapped.

Had that fucker Tom kidnapped me just so he could take the fortune my parents had willed to me?

Were these people instructed to kill me?

I couldn't let the fucker win. I had to find a way out of here.

I turned to the two people who were in the pseudo-hospital room with me and schooled my face.

I didn't want them to see my panic. From the look on their faces, they knew I knew this wasn't a hospital, or at least they knew I knew I had been kidnapped.

I just had to figure out a way to get out.

"Don't get scared, Leon. We won't hurt you. You can trust us. We are your family now," the woman spoke, looking at me with pity, but her voice was placid, flat, monotone.

Don't tell me that motherfucker Tom had sold me to some human trafficking cult or something.

But from the few unfortunate seconds that I knew him, I knew there was a high chance I had been sold.

I had to think. I had to figure out a way to get out of here.

"Unfortunately, that won't be happening," the woman spoke up again, and I looked toward her, confused.

"You just voiced your thoughts out loud. Trying to escape will get you nowhere," she smiled.

Shit. I didn't even realize I was thinking out loud.

"You are dead."

"Wait... what?" I looked up at her.

"You're dead. We buried you right next to your parents. So unfortunately, you can't just go back," she repeated like she didn't just drop a bomb. Her voice was very nonchalant, that monotonous tone still there like she hadn't just killed me.

"What do you mean I'm dead? I'm here. I'm standing here," I asked, wondering if maybe they were crazy or something.

Or was I the crazy one?

Was I really dead?

That wouldn't make sense. If that was so, I should be with my parents. This was one of Tom's plans.

"How much did he promise you?" I needed to know just how much he was offering them for them to be willing to do this much, to go this far.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"Tom, my mother's ex. How much did he offer?" I repeated.

"Even if he tries to get the property, he probably won't be able to get anything. Maybe the house, but that's it. I can pay you more than whatever he offered. The whole trust is in my name. Whatever was offered to you, I can double it," I repeated, but she just shook her head.

"I'm sorry… I think we haven't explained who we are or what is going on," she said, sitting on a bed opposite mine.

"We saved you from the human and brought you here."

Human?

Was I kidnapped by some crazy people?

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to figure them out.

"After you passed out, one of our alphas was able to save you and bring you here while your body was still struggling to stabilize after your forced manifestation," she explained like it made sense, and I just stared at her.

Yeah, definitely crazy people.

"Thanks? Well, now that I'm good, I should probably get going. I have people waiting for me, and I have to go back to school," I smiled awkwardly, staring at the strangers in front of me.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that too. We have called your school and have you transferred here, so you don't have to worry about school. You can just continue your university training here. It may be a lot harder to catch up, especially because you came late, but if you do well and work hard enough, you can meet up," the other woman said, smiling at me while the monotone one stared at me with an unreadable face.

They were worse than crazy. They were batshit.

"Since you manifested this late and your hormones are very unstable and as a male omega it makes it even worse, we’ll have to keep an eye on you to stabilize you," the monotone one said, standing up from the bed.

"We'll send some students over to help you acclimate and give you a tour of the university. You should be fine. I'll see you later," she said and made her way toward the door.

The friendlier of the two was right behind her, tailing her.

As soon as they left the room and shut the door, I was met with silence.

What the fuck had I gotten into?

Was this a cult?

Omega? Alpha? Were these cult lingos?

The craziest thing was that they believed everything they were saying. That made it even more dangerous.

I was so fucked.

I had to get out of here as soon as possible, or at least contact Reginald.