MasukThe words that left Gerald's mouth were the exact reason why I took a step closer to the railing, gripping the cold iron so hard my knuckles turned white as I stared down at him with unblinking eyes.There was no hiding the sheer, blinding joy carved into his face. His lips were stretched so wide in a brilliant, euphoric smile that they looked ready to tear. The lingering fear that had haunted his eyes just moments before had completely burned away."I'm so happy! My wolf was happy too. After so many years of being locked within me, he finally got the chance to experience running around the forest, tasting the fresh air, and feeling the dirt and grass beneath his paws! Klein, this was the best gift!"And then, those shining, heavy tears finally broke free from his eyes. He was smiling wide, yet weeping openly from the overwhelming, long-awaited happiness flooding his soul.Soon, I saw two Betas approaching him, small, gentle smiles gracing their lips."You should also thank the Alphas
"What kind of a sick lie are you trying to feed me right now?" I spat, the anger scorching my throat as I glared at him.I wasn’t buying his fucking words. They already had me violently chained up beside them like a piece of meat, even after I had practically torn apart the agonizing restraints they bound me in.And now?They expect me to believe they just magically removed them?What kind of twisted, fucked-up mind game is that?!"It isn't a lie, my darling—""And you honestly think I’m pathetic enough to swallow that?" I cut Lysander off before he could even finish his sentence. "What kind of bloodthirsty monster lets their fucking prey walk around totally unchained? You aren't that brainless, are you—"I never got the chance to spit out the rest of my words.In a terrifying, lightning-fast blur, Lucien lunged at me. His massive hands slammed into both of my shoulders with terrifying, brutal force, driving my body hard against the thick glass doors of the veranda. The violently sha
— Third Person POV —The night had arrived, yet Klein was still sleeping soundly.Barely having stepped foot back inside the pack house, Lysander, Lucien, and their two Betas were already barricaded inside the office, locked in a heavy discussion regarding the grim chain of events that had transpired earlier in the laboratory."Do you really think it’s a wise idea to strip away the restraining seals we forced inside them?" Lysander asked, turning toward his twin brother, who sat in cold, calculating silence, nursing a glass of dark liquor."Gerald will undoubtedly be thrilled if he can finally shift into his wolf form. But what terrifies us is the inevitable: what if they weaponize that freedom to escape us and disappear forever?" Beta Martin voiced, his tone heavy with apprehension. Beta Arnold immediately nodded in tense agreement. "That exact thought has been gnawing at my mind as well, Alphas," Arnold Chimed in, his brow furrowed in deep worry. "What if they abandon us entirely?
"W-What are we doing here again?" I couldn't conceal the raw terror trembling through my voice as our feet crossed the threshold into the dark, sterile confines of the laboratory once more.In an instant, the violent, twisted atrocities that they had inflicted upon Gerald and me came flooding back, vivid and sickeningly fresh in my memory. And even now, I was still completely in the dark about what they had actually done to us. The only damning proof I had was waking up to find a fresh, permanent mark etched into my skin."Klein!"My head snapped around the moment Gerald's panic-laced voice shattered the air. He rushed over to me, his movement frantic, his eyes wide with a visceral fear that he was desperately—and fruitlessly—trying to hide.He grabbed onto my arm with a desperate, white-knuckled grip, as if clinging to the delusional hope that I had any power to shield him from whatever sick nightmare was about to unfold."Scared?" I asked him, my voice dropping into an icy, guarded
"Ouch! Let go! You're hurting me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, thrashing violently as I tried to break free from Lysander's crushing grip.Yes.Lysander was the one who had suddenly snatched my wrist right as I was about to force open that door.He didn't utter a single word. He just kept dragging me forcefully down the hall until we were slammed back inside the bedroom.He shoved me through the threshold and stepped in behind me, slamming the heavy door shut with a deafening boom that made my heart violently leap into my throat."What the fuck is wrong with you?!" he bellowed, his sudden outburst sending a surge of furious adrenaline boiling through my veins."No! I should be the fucking one asking you that!" I shrieked right back, matching his rage. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! You almost broke my damn wrist!"Lysander fell completely silent.I followed his dark gaze down to my wrist, forcing my own eyes to look down as well.My skin was fair, so it was no surprise to
"Darling?"I snapped my head toward Lysander the moment his smooth, gentle voice broke the silence."Are you alright? You've been absent-minded ever since we came back," he said, his brow furrowed as raw worry etched itself deeply across his features."Are you still—""That's not it," I cut him off instantly, knowing exactly what uncomfortable words were about to spill from his lips."Then what's the problem? Is this because of the argument between you and Lucien?" he pressed, his question causing my eyes to immediately dart away toward his silent twin brother.We were sitting together having dinner. The twins had only just arrived back a short while ago, inviting me to join them the moment they walked into the room. Yet, ever since we sat down to eat, this was the very first conversation that had taken place between us.> "You are affected by what Sandro and Gerald said earlier, am I right, Klein?" Keno’s voice echoed quietly inside my mind, but I ignored him completely, forcing my
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
Third Person POV Slowly, Klein pried his eyes open, roused by the sound of voices and movement echoing around the room."F-fuck..." he muttered, the taste of iron still lingering in his mouth.He tried to sit up, but pain shot through his body, forcing him to grit his teeth. As the memories of wha
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
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







