로그인Lucien's POVI pulled her back into the study, pushing her till the back of her thighs hit the desk.She gasped, those icy blue eyes fixing on me."What are you—"I shut her up with a kiss, too tired of hearing her damn voice infuriate me.She froze, for a second.Just a second.Then she returned the kiss with the same aggression.Good.My hands went to her hips, gripping hard enough to bruise as I spun her around and bent her over the desk. Papers scattered. A glass tipped and shattered. I didn't give a shit. I was too far gone in my fury to care, too far gone in my lust—my need to feel her clenching around me. I yanked her dress up, shoved her underthings down, and freed myself with one hand while the other stayed locked on the back of her neck, pinning her there.She tried to push up. I shoved her back down harder."Stay," I growled against her ear."This wasn't part of the new arrangement," she protested, her voice a low moan.I lined my cock at her entrance, feeling her slick
Lucien's POVFucking Five."Bring her to me!" I snarled at Cato, my claws protruding.He rushed out of the room, very obviously happy to be away from my wrath.What the fuck was she thinking?The fury spread through me, threatening to explode.My wolf didn't claw at the barrier like I'd expected him to.He simply remained quiet — watching."My King," she bowed.My body moved before my mind caught up, grabbing her by the neck and slamming her against the wall.She gasped.The sound pierced right through the haze, traveling somewhere deep inside of me.The side of me I'd pushed away before summoning her.I let go of her neck, my eyes — traitorous — assessing her to make sure she was okay."What the fuck did you do?" I snarled.She straightened, not at all phased by my fury.On the contrary, she looked fucking pleased with herself."What needed to be done," she answered, holding my gaze.I turned sharply.The reports were spread across my desk — six of them, delivered within the same hou
Five's POV"I've been expecting you," that pleasant voice hummed.Elvis sat in the corridor's alcove the way he sat everywhere — like the space had been arranged specifically for him, like comfort was simply his natural condition rather than something he cultivated deliberately.He looked up from the document in his hands with that expression. The pleasant one."Five forty-nine," he completed.I held his gaze."Where is she?" I asked. No preamble, no careful approach or strategic wording.I was too tired for strategy with Elvis today.He tilted his head slightly."I'm not sure who you mean," he said pleasantly."Yes you are," I countered.He studied me for a moment.The pleasant expression didn't waver.That was the thing about Elvis — he never let the mask slip the way Rebecca had, never let frustration or fury or the ugliness underneath reach the surface. He simply sat in his pleasantness like a man sitting in a warm room, completely insulated from whatever was happening outside."Y
Five's POVI didn't knock.I had stopped knocking on his door some time ago and the new arrangement hadn't changed that — if anything it had made me less inclined toward the courtesy.I pushed the door open."Where is she?" I demanded.He set his pen down."Close the door," he ordered."Where is Fifty?" I snapped. "What happened to her?""Close the door, Five."The name landed the way it always landed — that specific warmth, that involuntary response that I thoroughly resented and could not seem to train out of myself regardless of effort.I closed the door."Lucien," I breathed. "What happened to her?"He didn’t respond, just stood there studying me.“King.” He said finally.The anger I fought so hard to control surged.I stepped closer, my pulse roaring in my ears.“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I snapped, the anger exploding out of me. The books on his shelf trembled, reacting to the aura oozing out of me.That heat climbed up with a force, extending outwards.I took in ragge
Five's POVI took a step back, as if hit by a physical blow.She had known.Before it happened — or as it was happening — she had known, and she had left this here for us to find. I folded the cloth back around the paper and pressed it flat in my palm.I stood in the garden with the grey sky above me and understood what the absence of Fifty meant.They had done something to her. We had underestimated Elvis, and he had shown us we were nothing but rats playing against wolves."Damnit," I cursed, my voice carrying the weight of my frustration.This was the work of Elvis or the facility, or both.I couldn't tell which it was because they moved through the same quiet administrative channels.Fifty was gone.I swallowed back the lump in my throat, pushing back the tears threatening to spill.The warmth moved through me — not the power, not yet. Something underneath the power. Something that had been building since a girl named Sixty-seven had wanted to leave and never come back, since a
Five's POVElvis knew of Fifty's involvement.Which meant a different thing than it did for me and Seven.Fifty was a facility soldier.If the facility caught wind of this —"They can't remove her from the citadel," Seven mused.I paced the room, running a hand through my hair.Think.I needed to think."Everything would be alright," Seven reassured. "We just have to figure out another way to get to Elvis since they won't be trusting our only source—""Don't underestimate the facility," I cut in, the image of that dead guard resurfacing. "They don't have authority over the girls once they leave, but they don't need authority."Seven's eyes narrowed slightly."What are you saying?"I held her gaze steadily."They are wolves."She understood the implication of what I was saying. But there was something else underneath that understanding I recognized."Sounds like you're speaking from experience," she whispered, her eyes growing wary.I said nothing."Another fucking secret?" she scoffed
549’s POV The forest swallowed me whole. Branches tore into my skin, as I moved, roots caught my feet—making me stumble. But I didn’t slow down, I couldn’t. The voices behind me were multiplying, flashlight beams cutting through the trees. I ran until my legs stopped working properly. Unti
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







