Mag-log inNyxia's POV:
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. But more than that, I couldn’t believe how blind I had been. As I stared at Verena, everything I thought I knew about her shifted.
She was an amazing worker, one of our best employees—dedicated to Evangeline Interiors, invested in the company’s growth rather than just her paycheck. And Ezra... He had been obsessed with her for as long as I could remember, despite her being older than him by nearly a decade. She looked the same age as me, maybe a couple of inches taller, her youth preserved in a way I now understood all too well.
Everyone knew about Ezra’s infatuation—how he hovered around her like a moth to a flame. I’d always admired the way she handled him, even slapping him once when he crossed the line. I’d taken her side, of course, but it had cost me. Desmond had made sure I paid for it by banning me from the office for a week, denying me food at the house. He hadn’t cared about the business or me, but Verena? Too much of a beauty to let go.
And she’d been living in hiding this whole time, avoiding the fate most Omegas feared—being sold off and used for breeding. The thought made me sick.
Verena sighed, sensing my inner turmoil. “It’s okay, Nyx. Don’t think too much about it.”
“I’m sorry,” I muttered, still in disbelief. “I can’t believe I didn’t realize…”
“It’s fine,” she said softly, her eyes full of understanding. “You’ve got bigger things to worry about.”
She wasn’t wrong.
Nikolai had gotten me out, but what was he planning?
“What was he looking for? Why did he stay behind?” I asked, hoping Verena might have answers I desperately needed. But she shook her head.
“He didn’t tell me much,” she admitted. “Just that he needed help after getting you out, but there was something he had to retrieve.”
A frown creased my forehead. “How long have you two been in touch? I thought we’d only seen each other a couple of times.”
Verena’s cheeks flushed faintly, and her lips curled into a sheepish smile. I felt my own eyes widen in realization. “Wait—are you two... hooking up?”
Verena blushed deeper, waving her hand dismissively. “It was just a one-time thing, okay? Nothing serious.”
I laughed softly, the tension easing just a little. “No strings attached, huh? Well, that makes sense. My brother isn’t exactly the dating type.”
Verena rolled her eyes playfully, and I couldn’t help but smirk. “Still, too bad. I wouldn’t mind having you as a sister-in-law,” I added with a teasing wink.
For a split second, Verena stiffened at my words, her smile faltering ever so slightly. I didn’t dwell on it, though. I figured I had probably touched a sensitive subject.
Shifting the conversation, I asked, “Any idea how Nikolai found out about the marriage? He’s been AWOL for months.”
Verena’s expression hardened, her tone becoming more serious. “Desmond’s been spreading the news like wildfire. Everyone knows about it by now.”
I nodded, though the thought still made my skin crawl. “Of course I didn’t agree to it,” I said, my voice tinged with frustration. “I have a boyfriend.”
“Right. Ethan.” Verena’s response was laced with mild skepticism, and I wondered how much she really knew about my relationship with him.
The mention of Ethan stirred something inside me, a longing to hear his voice, to feel his arms around me, grounding me in the midst of this chaos. With everything piling up—the sudden engagement, the looming threat of Desmond—it felt like the weight of the world was pressing down on my chest. I needed to talk to Ethan, to hear his voice, if only to remind myself that there was still something good in my life. But even as I thought of him, doubt gnawed at the back of my mind.
“Can I borrow your phone? I want to call Ethan,” I said, the desperation seeping into my voice.
Verena smiled, nodding as she grabbed her phone from the side table and handed it to me. “Go ahead. I’ll set up a mattress for you to crash on tonight.”
I dialed Ethan’s number, anxiety clawing at me when it went to voicemail on the third ring. Why wasn’t he picking up? Then I remembered I wasn’t calling from my phone. Maybe he didn’t recognize the number. I tried again.
This time, the call connected.
“Ethan? Hey, it’s me, Nyx. I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner. Something—”
But before I could finish, the voice that greeted me wasn’t Ethan’s. It was the one voice I dreaded most.
“Come home,” Desmond growled, his tone dripping with menace. “Or you’ll never see your filthy human ever again.”
I froze, my blood running cold as terror gripped me. The threat in his voice was unmistakable, the malice behind his words sending a jolt of anger straight to my core.
“Don’t you dare hurt him,” I spat, my voice trembling with fury. “This has nothing to do with him.”
“You don’t get to make demands, Nyxia,” Desmond sneered. “Come home, now. Or I’ll make sure you regret ever thinking you could defy me.”
My throat tightened as tears of frustration burned behind my eyes. I couldn’t afford to break down, not now. Not with Ethan’s life hanging in the balance.
“I’m coming,” I said through gritted teeth. “But if you lay a finger on him, I swear—”
“You’re in no position to make threats,” he interrupted coldly. “You have twenty minutes. Don’t make me wait.”
The line went dead. I stared at the phone, numb with disbelief. How dare he? How dare he drag Ethan into this nightmare? Fury bubbled up inside me, mixing with fear until I thought I might explode. I wanted to scream, to punch something, anything, to release the rage coursing through my veins.
But I couldn’t. I didn’t have time.
“Fuck,” I whispered as the tears finally fell.
Nyxia’s POV— Eight months later —The world outside was quiet. Snow drifted down in lazy spirals, covering the estate grounds in a blanket of white. Inside, the warmth of the dimly lit room pressed against my skin.But nothing else mattered.Because in my arms lay the most precious thing in the world.My son.My throat tightened, my breath hitching as I traced the soft curve of his cheek with my fingertip.A part of me still couldn’t believe he was real. That after everything, after all the pain, all the losses, all the nights I spent gripping my stomach in fear, he had made it.He was here.And he was perfect.I lifted my gaze to Dominico, who sat beside me on the hospital bed, watching me with that rare, gentle smile he only ever showed in moments like these. The kind of smile that made my chest ache because it held too much emotion, too much love.My lips trembled, and before I could stop myself, I whispered, “He looks just like you.”Dominico chuckled, the deep rumble of his voic
Nyxia’s POV:The next instant, the darkness receded like it had never been there, and I was thrown back into the light. My body jerked as I gasped, my fingers clutching onto Dominico's arms like a lifeline.He held me tight, his own breath ragged as our gazes locked.“What the fuck?” Nikolai's voice rang through the air, sharp with disbelief.I turned my head just in time to see it—Elijah’s body disintegrating before our very eyes, crumbling into ash the same way Coco’s had.Alex stumbled forward, his expression frozen in shock. “What just happened?” His eyes darted around, landing on every single one of us, searching for an answer none of us had.No one else had seen what we had seen.The weight of the realization crushed me, but I didn’t have the time to dwell on it.My head pounded, my vision blurred at the edges. The adrenaline that had kept me upright was rapidly wearing off, leaving behind a wreckage of exhaustion and pain.I could barely stand.The only thing keeping me from co
Nyxia’s POVThe room felt suffocating, as if the very air had been drained from it. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, an uneven, frantic rhythm.Across from me stood the Noir Witch, cloaked in absolute darkness.She wasn’t just a presence—she was an absence.A void.I swallowed hard, my fingers digging into Dominico’s sleeve, seeking an anchor in the storm of my thoughts.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.But Dominico was already staring at me, his sharp gaze flickering with something questions.“You know her?” He asked.I hesitated. The words I was about to speak felt like glass lodged in my throat, but I forced them out.“Have you heard of the Noir Witch?”His entire body stiffened.And then—His expression darkened into something I had rarely seen before. A glare of pure, seething rage.“The one who turned you into a beta?”My breath hitched.He knew?Since when?I hesitated, my throat tightening before I gave him a small nod.The Noir Witch’s
Nyxia’s POV:“Let me go!” I yanked my arm, desperate to break free, but the grip on my wrist tightened like iron shackles.A violent shiver tore down my spine.Coco’s hold was unrelenting, his fingers pressing into my skin with bruising force as he turned toward the bloodstained room. His breath hitched at the sight of Ethan’s slumped form, a choked gasp escaping his lips.“Sire!” he exclaimed, his voice tinged with panic.I expected him to release me, to rush to his Master’s side—But he didn’t.Instead—He dragged me back with him.“No—No! No, no, no, NO! LET ME GO!” I screamed, my voice raw and broken as I thrashed against his grip. My nails dug into his wrist, my legs kicking wildly, but it was useless.I wasn’t strong enough.I was never strong enough.Coco yanked me closer, his breath ragged, his voice laced with pure venom.“You ungrateful wretch,” he spat, his fingers tightening around my arm as his other hand reached for Ethan’s pale face. “After all he’s done for you, this i
Nyxia’s POV:Ethan’s eyes darkened, the crimson glow in his irises flickering like embers ready to consume him whole. His gaze dropped to the beige mesh nightgown in my hand, his expression unreadable.My fingers trembled as I crumpled the fabric into a ball and tossed it back into the open cupboard, my breathing uneven.Something was wrong.The way he was standing, the way his shoulders trembled ever so slightly, like a predator losing control of its own body. His usual smirk was gone—replaced by something dangerous.Something desperate.“W—what happened?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Not because I was worried about him.Because I was worried about myself.Ethan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, his body gave a sudden jolt, and he coughed—a deep, guttural sound that sent a splatter of blood onto his palm.My eyes widened.For a moment, he simply stared at the crimson pooling in his hand, his breathing ragged, before slowly lifting his head to look at me.I froze.The w
Nyxia’s POV:I woke up with an unsettling feeling twisting in my stomach, my body instantly tensing as my senses registered the unusual silence around me.Something was wrong.For the past couple days, every time I had woken up, there had always been a tray of food waiting for me. That was the only indication I had that time was passing, the only consistency in this nightmare. But now… there was nothing.I frowned, slowly sitting up on the plush mattress, my wrists aching from the metal cuffs that had been pressing into my skin for too long. The room was eerily still, the only sound being the faint rustling of the wind outside.Had Ethan forgotten to bring my food?No. He wouldn’t. He was too meticulous about maintaining control over me.I turned my gaze toward the window. The sun was already high in the sky, casting bright rays over the snow-capped mountains in the distance. Noon. Which meant I had already missed breakfast… and possibly even lunch.A wave of hunger gnawed at my stoma







