로그인Five’s POV I said nothing. She took a slow step toward me. “I’ve heard quite a lot about you.” I said nothing still, just kept my expression neutral. Her lips curled. “Apparently, you have a talent for taking things that don’t belong to you.” My brows pulled together. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I whispered. Her hand struck my face before I could react. My head snapped to the side, a sharp sting spreading across my cheek. The guards remained motionless. Rebecca stepped closer. “What is your relationship with the King?” This again? My fingers tingled. I turned my face back toward her. “None.” The lie came easily. “Don’t insult me,” she snapped, her expression darkening. “I answered your question,” I stated, keeping my eyes glued to the floor. My heart rate picked up—but not in fear this time. It was something else. Something that made my limbs feel lighter. Rebecca grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at her. “Why does he keep summoning you?” I
Five’s POV “Move,” I ordered, pushing my hand forward. Nothing happened. I narrowed my eyes at the chair. “Move.” Still nothing. I let out a frustrated groan and dropped my hand. I’d spent the past two days trying to figure out how that chair had moved that day. I’d tried everything. Concentration, anger, fear, even desperation. None of them worked. If I could figure out what exactly I was, then perhaps I’d understand why the facility wanted me. Outside of the obvious reason that I’d run away—and two girls had ended up dead during the process. There had to be something else. Something they’d known about me that I didn’t. I stared at the chair, squinting. “Move.” Nothing again. I clenched my jaw. “Stupid chair.” “What’re you doing?” I flinched so hard I nearly jumped out of my skin. I whipped around. “When did you get here?” I hissed. Seven ignored me. She walked straight toward the corner of the room where her scarf sat, neatly folded. “Don’t sneak up on p
Five’s POV My heart skipped a beat. “What are you talking about?” My voice came out breathy. He stepped out of the shadows. “What do you think, Five?” My pulse roared in my chest, threatening to burst through my ribs. I stared at him, searching his expression for some indication of what he’d meant. There was none. His face was unreadable. Too calm. Too controlled. Silence settled over the dark room. My rapid breathing sounded like thunder in the quiet. The air suddenly felt heavier. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to suppress the unease crawling beneath my skin. “There is a situation you might’ve forgotten about,” he finally said, breaking the silence. And the undertone of his voice made my brows pull together. Forgotten? I opened my mouth. “Wh—” “You’re a fugitive.” The words sliced through whatever lustful haze I’d been in, knocking the air out of my lungs. For a moment, I could only stare at him. Then everything came rushing back. The facility
Five's POV Elvis’ words remained unsettling. Who really was King Lucien? And why had the question never crossed my mind? I’d spent so much time trying to understand the world around me that I’d never stopped to consider the person sitting at the very center of it. So many questions ran through my mind, each one louder than the other. I needed answers. I groaned, bringing my hand up to rub my forehead where a migraine was already forming. “Fuck,” I cursed, feeling that familiar frustration build. Too many unanswered questions. Too much uncertainty. They churned inside me, feeding into one another until they became a raging ball of energy, pressing against my ribs, begging to be released. I needed an outlet. Anything to make my mind quiet for a few minutes. I closed my eyes, trying to breathe through it. It didn’t work. My thoughts only became louder. The only outlet I could think of was an orgasm. I hesitated, biting my lip. There was no real way for him to find
Lucien’s POV I could still smell her. Still smell her arousal and feel her wetness soaking my thighs. Fuck. I’ve never been more desperate to fuck a woman. I recalled how infuriatingly sexy she had looked in the council chambers, how those blue eyes had burned bright with a fury I hadn’t seen before. She hadn’t cowered. Not even when Elijah betrayed her. Not even when the entire council had turned its attention toward her. She had stood there and fought. Every word she’d spoken had dripped with cleverness. I leaned back in my chair, dragging a hand down my face as my mind betrayed me yet again. Five. Her name alone was enough to make my wolf stir. She had managed to outsmart Elvis. Not completely. I wasn’t foolish enough to believe that. But she had backed him into a corner and forced him to sacrifice one of his own laborers to protect himself. Most humans would have been too frightened to think. Five had thought several steps ahead. And the reality of that did
Five’s POVI had been a mess since last night.Just a presentable one now.Every step I took earned a low wince from me.My cunt was extremely sore from being finger fucked over and over again. It hurt, yet it throbbed. Still aching and desperate for that release I had been denied multiple times.I kept my face neutral as I moved through the corridor, refusing to let anyone see just how badly I wanted to crawl into bed and stay there.I wiped down the shelf I was cleaning with more aggression than necessary, letting the frustration simmer beneath my skin.I’d been more than tempted to finish it myself.But doing that would only invoke his wrath, and Goddess knew what other punishment that cruel man could come up with.I scoffed, tossing the washcloth onto the bucket before turning toward the kitchen.Then I stopped dead in my tracks.The hairs on the nape of my neck stood.How had I not noticed him before?“The King’s property,” Elvis hummed, his voice pleasant as ever.I cringed int
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







