LOGINMy throat suddenly went bone-dry the very second those dangerously possessive words slipped past his lips.A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the entire room. "It's been far too long since we last saw each other. And now... looking at you right now, you've somehow become even more breathtaking," Caspian murmured, his voice laced with a dark, unsettling fixation."Shut the hell up!" I snapped back, my voice trembling slightly as I struggled to claw my way back to full cognitive awareness."Why? Did you not miss me at all while I was gone?" he challenged smoothly, stepping an inch closer. That single question was all it took to detonate a fresh wave of loud, frantic whispering among the watching crowd."Wait... are they dating?" a nervous voice whispered from a nearby table."I don't know, but President Caspian looks terrifyingly intimidating right now.""So the rumors flying around campus were true. President Caspian actually fancies this ordinary Omega?"Realizing that the crowd
"What happened? Did you and Gerald talk last night?" Sandro asked, his voice echoing lightly as we walked side-by-side toward the campus cafeteria.I had completely forgotten to pack my own lunch this morning, leaving me with absolute zero choices other than to drag myself here to buy something edible. Honestly, every fiber of my being was screaming against the idea of entering that crowded, noisy room. But Sandro had practically refused to let me escape. He had pleaded, whined, and practically begged me to accompany him, along with their new found friend.As you can probably guess, Gerald was absent today. The fool was feeling overwhelmingly dizzy—so his fierce partners had wisely locked him down and forbidden him from stepping foot outside their shared residence."Yeah," I replied flatly, my tone carrying a heavy layer of exhaustion as I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jacket.When we finally pushed open the heavy double doors and stepped into the bustling cafeteria, the ri
"Alphas? Sir Klein, what are you doing here?" Beta Arnold immediately asked the moment he saw us standing right outside the front door of their house."Where is Gerald?" I asked him, my voice cold.."Bedroom. He's in a foul mood," he replied, his forehead furrowing.I just nodded and strode right past him, pushing my way inside."Wait, Sir Klein," Arnold called out, trying to stop me, which made me turn around and glare at him in pure annoyance. "What's going on with him? These past few days, he's been snapping at us constantly," he said, as if I had anything to do with why Gerald was always mad at them."Who in their right mind wouldn't be in a foul mood if your faces were the first things they saw every single day?" I snapped at him, before walking away because he was seriously getting on my nerves—just like the twins.Well, the only reason the twins tagged along behind me was to make sure I was actually going to Gerald and not trying to pull a fast one and escape.They really tho
After everything, a heavy wave of exhaustion washed over Gerald, so he excused himself and went inside their shared bedroom. Meanwhile, Sandro and I stepped out of their house, walking quietly out of the pack members area."Klein?" he called out, making me turn my head to look at him as he spoke my name.I couldn't quite figure out why he had been acting so unusually quiet since earlier. I couldn't read whether something was genuinely bothering him either, because his facial expression gave absolutely nothing away.Well, at least I could tell that something was weighing heavily on his mind, which explained why his lips were pressed into a tight, hard line."What is it?" I asked."About Gerald's pregnancy," he murmured softly, just loud enough for the two of us to hear. "Have you truly accepted everything that’s happening to us right now? Most importantly... what about your current situation with the twins?""What does your question have to do with Gerald's pregnancy?" I asked him, my
"Klein?""What?!" I immediately snapped, my voice laced with pure venom.Every single time he opened his mouth, my soul prepared itself for a fresh circle of hell."I'm hungry," he whined, instantly causing my eyebrows to violently crash together."And what the hell am I supposed to do about it? Is your kitchen a desert completely devoid of food?!" I exploded, throwing my hands up in exasperation.After escaping the clinic drama, we were currently lounging—or rather, I was suffering—slumped across the living room of their house."There is food," he replied with infuriating simplicity."Well, if there is food, why on earth don't you get up, go to the kitchen, and eat like a normal human being?!"Goddess almighty.This walking disaster of a man was going to rocket my blood pressure straight into a fatal stroke."I want you to cook it for me," he demanded, batting his eyelashes like a spoiled toddler."The fuck?! Do your arms suddenly not work?!" I screeched, launching myself half an inc
*A Months Later*"Klein! Come on! I saw an ice cream store over there!" Gerald exclaimed loudly, clutching onto Sandro, who could only shake his head in mild disbelief.With his hyper-energetic bouncing, he looked like a wide-eyed child stepping into a wonderland for the very first time, completely vibrating with excitement over mere ice cream."Are you a kid?" I irritably snapped at him.Because I had lagged far behind the two of them, they suddenly bolted back toward my spot. "You're moving like a snail, Klein!" Gerald pouted dramatically, causing my face to instantly contort into a scowl."The store isn't going to vanish into thin air. What is the absolute point of sprinting there?!" I shot back, deeply annoyed."There are tons of people! We might run out!" he argued back, hooking his arm tightly through mine and dragging both Sandro and me forward."You've been acting completely unhinged these past few days, Gerald," Sandro suddenly commented, raising an eyebrow."Unhinged?" Gera
I practically fly up each step of the stairs, desperate to catch up to him before it's too late.When I burst out of the building, I see dozens of students gathered together, each clutching the same dark red box he'd been given.I can see the mix of sorrow, anxiety, and terror in their eyes. They h
As soon as we step into our dorm, Sandro heads straight for the kitchen while I make my way to my bedroom to shower. After rinsing off and feeling somewhat human again, I walk out of my room in nothing but my boxers. Sandro’s already settled on the couch, a bottle of beer sitting on the coffee ta
Morning comes too soon, and I’m still lying in bed. I didn’t sleep at all last night my mind was too full of thoughts to rest. Now I have no energy to get up and attend the worthless classes this university forces on us.When you really think about it, what good are their lessons? What’s the point
Klein's POVThe only sounds I can hear right now are the crack of whips and screams echoing off the stone walls. I watched them, trembling, begging, crying as the heartless guards punish them here in the dungeon.I shake my head in disgust. “Pathetic. What good does crying and pleading do when they







