تسجيل الدخولFive’s POV Or at least, we tried to. My body barely cooperated. After five days of starvation, and barely any hydration, my legs felt like they belonged to someone else. My lungs burned almost immediately, and every step sent a sharp ache through my body. But I ran. And it reminded me of that day with my friends. Only that I’d been a mouse in a game of cats. But things were different this time. Elijah pulled me along, his footsteps pounding against the stone floor. We turned left. Then right. Another corridor, another corridor. We had memorized the route. Or rather, Elijah had. I had memorized something else with the map he had given me. The locations of the guards. The blind spots. The doors that required keys. The corridors that led nowhere. And most importantly— Where the Citadel's security was weakest. We turned the corner. Three guards were waiting. Elijah skidded to a stop. I nearly collided with him. "Fuck,” he cursed. The guards advanced quickl
Five’s POVThe moment I stepped out, Elijah was already waiting for me. He had an unreadable expression on his face, and didn’t say anything to me. Just grabbed my hand and led me in the direction we were supposed to go. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as we moved. This was it. Everything I had planned was dependent on one chance. One toss of a coin. The first guard appeared at the end of the corridor.My heart stopped.Elijah’s hand tightened around mine.“Keep moving,” he whispered.I did. We kept our heads down, our footsteps low and timid—nothing suspicious. I expected the guard to charge, to notice. But he simply brushed past us, muttering intangible words under his breath. I looked up. Elijah wasn’t looking at me. His eyes were fixed ahead, alert and assessing. Something moved through my chest. Uncertainty. What if I was wrong?I swallowed. The plan was simple. Steal a guard’s uniform lead me out at midnight. At the exact hour where the patrol guards were doing
Five’s POV Five days of scraps of food. Barely enough water to keep me alive. Five days of sleeping against cold stone, waking to the sound of guards passing outside the door and wondering whether the next time it opened would be the last time I saw the light of day. My body was beyond weak. Every movement hurt. My stomach had long since stopped growling. Hunger had turned into a dull, constant ache that I barely noticed anymore. My limbs felt heavy, my head occasionally swimming whenever I stood for too long. But my mind still moved with that same unrelenting determination. If anything, it had become sharper. Elijah had visited enough times to confirm my suspicions. And every time he left, he took another piece of my hope with him. It brought an ache to my chest at the reality of it, but somewhere deep down, I still hoped I was wrong. I still hoped this was all some terrible misunderstanding. “Five,” he whispered as he once again stepped into the holding room. “Things co
Five’s POVFive days of scraps of food.Barely enough water to keep me alive.Five days of sleeping against cold stone, waking to the sound of guards passing outside the door and wondering whether the next time it opened would be the last time I saw the light of day.My body was beyond weak.Every movement hurt.My stomach had long since stopped growling. Hunger had turned into a dull, constant ache that I barely noticed anymore. My limbs felt heavy, my head occasionally swimming whenever I stood for too long.But my mind still moved with that same unrelenting determination.If anything, it had become sharper.Elijah had visited enough times to confirm my suspicions.And every time he left, he took another piece of my hope with him.It brought an ache to my chest at the reality of it, but somewhere deep down, I still hoped I was wrong.I still hoped this was all some terrible misunderstanding.“Five,” he whispered as he once again stepped into the holding room. “Things could go right,
Five's POV'All you've done is whine and throw tantrums.'The words echoed in my head. Over And over.And over again.Not because they were cruel, but because they had been true. All I'd done since I got here was throw tantrums. I'd gotten information, but nothing useful. Just history. It wasn't always like this. So what? I still didn't know if the human pack existed, what Fifty-nine had truly been after. I still hadn't gained the freedom Twelve had died for. I balled my fist. The only way out of this situation was to be bred. I let out a bitter laugh. I had come this far, had killed my own friend with my hand, just to end up with the faith I'd been avoiding?No.I refuse. Something surged from within me. Something that made my entire body jolt. My vision sharpened, my senses becoming alert. My focus zeroed on one point. On one goal. I was done being the victim, done being the predator. It was time to prey. That was the last thing on my mind before Elijah walked into
Lucien’s POVFor a long, drawn-out moment, she didn’t say anything.But I could hear the sound of her rapid breathing, each breath shallow and uneven. I could smell the faint hint of anger wafting from her, sharp beneath the lingering scent of fear.She was angry. Good. "If you carry my pup," I continued, keeping my voice steady, "Elvis cannot touch you."The room fell completely quiet.Even her breathing seemed to falter. "A human carrying the King's offspring," I explained, "is protected under pack law. Inviolable. No elder, no lord, no council member can make a claim against your safety or your movements without going through me directly."I finally turned to her again. I watched her carefully.There was something almost absurd about how still she had become.Like her mind had stopped moving while it tried to comprehend what I had just offered her.Protection.Freedom, in a twisted sense.All for something she clearly wanted no part of.Her expression was doing several things i
549’s POV“What’re you doing?” I whispered. She didn’t respond, just kept the gun pointed at me with steady hand.Her eyes were fixed on me, cold and calculating. “Answer me!” I snapped, my throat feeling raw, my head starting to pound. “You can’t leave this place.” She finally responded, her vo
549’s POVIt was time. For the first time, I wasn’t clad in a white dress. I wore a black trouser and a black turtleneck top. It felt… thrilling, like my first real act of rebellion. I was getting out of here with my friends. We’ll find other humans, find that paradise I’d dreamed of. We’ll be
549’s POVI curled up in my bed, my head heavy, my throat sore from crying. The higher ups would punish me for not looking after myself. But I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not when everything was crumbling around me, not when my fate had been sealed. I hated it, hated the breeding facility, th
549’s POV"You’ll never return to us." Twelve’s words echoed in my head. The dread tinged with melancholy made it sound more like a sentencing than a prediction. I stood on the far end of the line, my gaze on the floor, my shoulders squared, chest pushed out—just the way we were taught. My body







