Se connecterZenith’s POVI sat alone in the dim light of the office, a pen held loosely between my fingers, staring at the disordered papers spread across the desk.I had been rereading the same lines for hours and every damn sentence kept slipping away the moment I finished reading them, replaced by the image of a particular Omega, my omega, breathing softly in our bed upstairs while the rest of the palace continued as if the world had not nearly taken him from me.And then there were Elara’s words, they just wouldn't stop hunting me.‘Do you actually think you’ve been forgiven?’‘If the roles were reversed, would you truly forgive your tormentor?’‘Look him in the eyes and ask yourself…’I tightened my grip on the pen until the casing threatened to break. My eyes landed on the broken tablet still laying near the wall where I had thrown it, a pathetic piece of evidence of the way I'd lost control earlier. The anger still lingered under my skin, and sadness sat beneath it, the feeling very much
Silas’s POVHis words hung in the dim office between us, softer than the storm still clinging to his scent, and somehow more dangerous because of it. My feet remained where they were, just a few steps in.He watched me the whole time.Eventually, I decided to take a few more steps forward. Up close, the tiredness on his face was worse. Though his usual composure was still there, something beneath it looked…forced. My eyes landed on what seemed to be the result of a tablet smashed against the wall in anger, then to a set of disordered papers on his desk. Something had happened, I just wasn't so sure what it was.“Come here,” he said again, quieter this time. His words sounded something closer to a request he was trying not to sound too desperate for.And as if understanding the desperation of my Alpha, my Omega pushed forward at once.I crossed the room slowly, mindful of my feet, of the fact that every step took me deeper into the dense cloud of his presence. When I stopped in front
Silas’s POVCarlosThe same Alpha whose mating ceremony had collapsed into fire and blood? “The same Carlos?” I had to ask out loud. My voice sounded thinner than I expected.Kyle’s expression did not change much, but the answer in his eyes gave me all I needed to know. Even before he said, “Yes.”“The same one who invited His Majesty and me to his mating ceremony,” I breathed out, just to confirm again. To know if I wasn't thinking too much about it. Kyle gave another nod, letting me know that I was in fact, not thinking too much about it.Something cold slid down my spine. I looked down at my hands, at nothing in particular as my thoughts spiraled, trying to make sense of the situation.Maybe Carlos did not remember me. We had been separated so young after all, I had been little more than a toddler with a broken music box. People forget children like that all the time. Perhaps I had been only a foster boy in the background of someone else’s home, easy to misplace in memory.But t
Silas’s POV “Careful.” Kyle’s hand stayed at my elbow until I was fully settled back against the pillows. Then he stepped away, dragging the stool closer to the bed and sitting down with a quiet exhale. I watched him quietly for the next few seconds, as he shifted in the chair, looking so restless. He had on the usual composure IV come to notice. But underneath that composure was something that made him unsettled. My mind fleetingly went back to the dining room, specifically the moment he and Elera had seen each other. Elara had stormed out without a word. Of all the reactions I could have imagined, that had not been one of them. Sure, fated mates who had never truly known each other were not supposed to fall in love at first sight, I knew that much. But the look they had given each other, it looked like they had history. Kyle… Kyle had not looked like an Alpha meeting his mate for the first time either. Or maybe they actually knew each other before but just found out they
Silas’s POV When I woke again in the evening, the room was quieter than before. The light through the curtains had changed, now softer. I could immediately tell that it was the late afternoon bleeding into evening. I turned my head toward the clock on the side table. 5:10. His Majesty was not in the room. I sat up slowly, staring blankly at the black screen of the TV, listening to the stillness of the room. Then I pushed myself up slowly against the headboard and let out a long breath. My body still ached in some places, but it was very very different from the way it had been this morning, my head also felt clearer. I noticed the IV was gone too. I glanced down at the back of my hand, flexing my fingers. Only a faint mark remained where the line had been. Then slowly, the wave of yesterday's memories began seeping in in waves. The party, the sudden chaos, the separation, the car, the forest. And worse of it all, those hours when the bond had gone silent. When I reached for
Zenith’s POV When Elara raised her head and saw me, she rolled her eyes. She stood up slowly, giving me that familiar bored look she reserved for people she held malice with. “Don’t look so surprised,” she said. “I’m not here for you, I’m here for Silas. I heard what happened, so I came to check on the poor Omega.” I raised a brow, mildly amused. I truly had not expected her, not back in the palace so soon. Especially with the way things ended the last time I saw her. Aside from the blunt honesty leaving her mouth so freely. The fact that she already knew about the incident, however, was less surprising. It had not reached the news yet, but word always traveled faster than official reports among our kind. Especially something involving the King and his mate. Such an attack large enough to spur chaos. When I locked eyes with my cousin again, her gaze sharpened. “Is he at least being treated properly,” she asked, “and not neglected?” Her question made me realize that she di
Silas POV One moment I was walking home in the rain, mourning a life lived in shadows, and the next, I was a traitor to the crown. It was a joke, it had to be. I was a nobody, like a ghost. How the hell could I ever be a spy? I leaned my head against the damp wall, trying to make sense of the nig
Silas POV “Silas, you need to listen to me,” Dr. Stephen said slowly, looking into my eyes like he was hoping I'd listen to everything that was about to come out of his mouth. I already knew where this was going. “Your system is under incredible strain. These suppressants….they aren't meant for
Silas's Pov:The first thing I felt was the weight of the thick, silk blankets that draped over me, pulsing with a wonderful, addicting scent. It was cedarwood, tinged with that undeniably good Alpha pheromones.I opened my eyes and my heart immediately leaped into my throat. Memories of last night
Zenith's Pov:My boots slammed against the stone stairs of the cells, every Alpha guard I passed was pressed against the wall, their eyes wide and their breathing heavy. They could smell it, I could smell it. I reached his cell and ripped the heavy door open so hard the hinges groaned in protest.







