LOGINFive’s POVI woke up in his bed again.The realization arrived before I had fully woken up. His scent was everywhere, dark pine and something warmer underneath it, saturating the sheets, my hair, my skin. I lay still for a moment, my eyes shut as I recalled the memory from last night.The warning he had given me. His thumb along my jaw.The way he had fucked me with his mouth. And the fact that he had kissed me. The King of the Citadel, the most dangerous man alive had kissed me last night. My hands flew up to my face as I groaned lowly. Something landed in my chest. It felt like warmth at first, then slowly it shifted into something else. Something heavier.Guilt. I had once again let myself get carried away by the King, by what he had to offer. The pleasure he had to offer. The man who had locked my friend up, who had enslaved me. I recalled the girl whose name I didn’t know that had been bred in the east wing nights ago.Then the twenty facilities.And the seventy percent
Five’s POVHe didn’t pull back.His mouth stayed at my ear, his breath warm and steady, the words still hanging between us like a blade. My pulse hammered against the careful press of his fingers on my jaw. I should have stepped away. I should have said something sharp, something that reminded him I was not a thing he could simply claim and lock away.Instead I stayed still.His thumb traced the line of my jaw again, slower this time, then drifted lower, brushing the soft place just beneath my ear. The touch was light. Deliberate. It made my breath catch in a way that had nothing to do with fear.“Five,” he murmured, and the way he said my name—quiet, almost careful—felt more dangerous than any order he’d ever given me.I turned my face just enough that our mouths were close. Close enough that I could feel the heat of him.“You don’t get to decide what keeps me safe,” I whispered.Something dark and hungry flickered behind his eyes. The careful nothing finally cracked all the way o
Five’s POV“The king has requested your presence.”I had expected it. After the way he had looked at me from that window—a part of me even wondered if he had noticed I’d gone through his books again. He was standing at the window when I entered, his back to me, his hands clasped behind him. The city beyond the glass was dark, the citadel’s outer lights catching the edges of his silhouette.I stopped a few feet inside the door.He didn’t turn around immediately.That was new.Usually he watched me enter—that grey gaze tracking me from the moment I crossed the threshold, cataloguing everything before I’d had time to arrange myself. The indifference of his turned back was somehow more unsettling than the attention.“You wanted to see me.”“I did.”Silence.I waited.He turned finally, slowly, looking at me with an expression I had no name for.It was anger, or hunger, or his usual restraint. Just—nothing.Careful, deliberate nothing.It was the most dangerous face he had.“The garden b
Five’s POVThe garden had become the closest thing to freedom the citadel allowed.It wasn’t freedom.The walls still towered around us. Guards still lingered at every entrance. Cameras still watched from their hidden places.But there was sunlight.Real sunlight. And in that moment, I needed it more than anything. I tilted my face toward it for a brief moment, letting the warmth settle over my skin before lowering my gaze again.Seven sat beside me on the stone edge of a dry fountain, quiet. She was usually quiet, but this had texture to it. She hadn’t mentioned what I’d told her.Not once.She hadn’t called me delusional. She hadn’t argued. She hadn’t tried to convince me I’d imagined everything.Instead, she’d become… thoughtful.It scared me more than if she’d laughed.Elijah approached with a basket balanced against one hip.“They’re making us replant the eastern beds,” he muttered as he handed Seven a pair of gloves. “Apparently someone decided the flowers aren’t symmetrical e
Lucien's POVI could hardly focus. Not when the memory of her replayed in my head over and over again. The way her warm lips had wrapped around my cock, the lewd sounds she had made, those big blue eyes begging to get fucked. My jaw clenched. "What do you have on the human boy?" I growled, frustrated. Cato set a file down on my desk, his expression neutral as usual. "Elijah," he started carefully, "he was bred in the northern facility, and was transferred to the citadel as a laborer under lord Elvis."Lord Elvis. Of fucking course. One of the seven lords—the worst of them all. Of course his fucking laborer would be responsible for being an annoyance just like his goddamn master. "Get rid of him," I ordered flatly. My wolf moved in my chest—satisfied. "That..." he hesitated, "isn't a good idea, your majesty. Getting rid of him would raise questions from Elvis, and I'm assuming you don't want questions."He gave me a pointed look, referring to the night I had disrupted a bree
Five's POV "Where have you been?" Seven demanded the moment I stepped into the room. I didn't say anything, just walked straight to the corner I usually slept in. My head ached from the flood of new information, but even more from the impossible event in that room. The way the chair had lurched backward without anyone touching it. The way my skin had felt on the verge of explosion. I shut my eyes. "I was worried about you," Seven continued, ignoring the fact that I was ignoring her, "you disappeared. You keep disappearing." I squeezed my eyes, as if that alone could shut her out, could shut the world out. She went quiet for a long moment, her gaze burning through my skin. "You fucked him." The accusation landed heavy in the room, knocking the breath out of me. My eyes flew open. "I didn't." Her jaw was clenched, her eyes hard and skeptical. "Then why didn't you return?" I studied her for a long moment. My roommate—the hostile girl who had somehow managed to ge
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







