LOGINEthan’s POVAfter making sure that the security in the palace was tightened to make sure Mother and Elara didn’t leave the palace, I decided to finish the day’s job. Hours went by, and the stacks of paper reduced slowly, with each document more boring than the other. This was my life in a nutshell, and there was nothing more intriguing than Noah himself. That fragile look he had on his face whenever I walked up to him. The way his eyes shine whenever I go for a deep kiss, the way his cock touched my thighs when I decided to hold his waist. He was the man that gave me much more joy than I had ever anticipated. He didn’t ask for anything in return despite the contracts’ creative policies that favored him. Would have loved to tell him all that, but he wouldn’t even speak to me. It is like that cycle of heartache that I keep feeling every single time. All I want to do is to make things right between us. To show him that we would be together against all odds, and I swear to protect hi
Ethan’s POVIt had been a week since the attack on Marcus, and I still have not found a way to tell Noah that I deeply regret putting him under room arrest. His welfare office claimed he was bipolar, and I just thought it would be safer if he did everything in his room. Elara and my mom had laughed when they heard the news, and they occasionally took turns spitting nonsense at his doorstep every morning. This wasn’t my ideal way of saving him, but after seeing him at the hospital with a tranquilizer dart being shot in his ass, I couldn’t change my plans. I had to keep him safe and in check. If I was the one who triggered it, then it was my responsibility to keep him from harm’s way. The walls of my study, which held all my calculated strategies, now felt like a cell built just for me. A disguise to keep my mind off personal things and make me the cold Alpha they needed. Papers lay scattered on the desk, trade tariffs and security reports all lined up in stacks with the decree f
Noah’s POVElara stood on the landing of the stairs, giving a deep sigh before she spotted me. Sarah was hiding in the next room, holding her breath so she wouldn’t get caught by Elara’s sense of hearing. “What are you doing?” Elara spoke. “I came here to talk to you.” She growled, smacking the hand I stretched forward and pacing all around me. “What gives a peasant like you the right to speak with me?” She stepped on my toes, waiting for me to yelp. “Peasants are also beings; discrimination is what kills the strongest of men. You wouldn’t understand that since you’re living in a façade.” She shot me a death glance, and I nearly swallowed my own tongue. This was Elara, the lady who would become Luna if we don’t find the evidence before she is crowned. “Because Ethan favors you doesn’t mean you’re big. It just means you’re one of his tools that will die after use.” She giggled. “Did you think you would survive the curse?” “I will,” I sneered. “No need for that. Tommy said the
Noah's POVSeeing Ethan stand up for me like that, my heart began to beat rapidly. Apart from Sarah and Tommy, I don't think anyone has ever had the guts to do that. Though the two vixens still stared at me with those venomous eyes, I felt much more relieved that they had been given a piece of their own medicine. He might have relieved me of my thoughts; he had put me in a rather harsh spot. I had the ability to command now, but I was also a target for two women who would love to flush me down the toilet. He thought his words would hold them back, but I could sense the tension and hatred that had begun to build up in them. It's only a matter of hours before I start getting hit. If only he knew the truth about Tommy, about the other Omegas that all died because of his stability. The methodical poison that promised to cure but ended up killing.I loved everything about us, being with him and how his whispers would make my cock twitch, but I never thought that I would become a victim
Ethan's POV My mother had barely been back thirteen hours, and the air already hung thick with her aggressive disapproval. She and Elara had become one, teaming up to become the dream team that chases away the one man that my heart beats for. They couldn't come close to me in terms of strength. But together, they felt like they had a chance. I couldn't sleep thinking about ways to get at least one of them out of the palace. Elara deemed to be a better option since Mom would never agree to such a decision. They would back each other up, but a fair deal would split them up for good and throw them into an infinite amount of pleas. The dark circles around my eyes were my proof that I had created 334 strategies on how to destroy them in their own mind games. After seeing Noah, pale and retreating in silence like a hurt little pup, I couldn't come to terms with myself. Every word I tried to say tasted like ash when the thought played in my mind. Even my wolf couldn't bring up ideas
Marcus POVThe bed felt awfully soft today and had a scent that I once thought I lost. It was the smell of victory, and I had achieved it once again. The heir of the Alpha had brought me more victory and joy than I ever expected, and now I had an even bigger plan to wipe the Alpha from existence. Noah would only last a few weeks in that house with Luna Maereth and Elara there. It would be pure chaos, and with a kind heart like his, he would either fall into despair and leave or he would get corrupted, and I would have to kill him. Both ways work for me, and I would love to make the Alpha’s curse repeat itself once more. The red velvet mixed with a pinch of wolfsbane cannot be detected easily, and he had already taken enough sips to deplete his energy slightly. Noah, the omega who walked into the palace and tried to defy me. I will make him perish the same way Tommy and the other Omegas did, and this time I will be taking the throne with me. Ring, ring, ring… My cellphone buzzed
Noah’s POV Sarah’s grip on my forearm tightened to a painful clamp, a desperate grounding force that hushed against the panic setting off within me. Her eyes, those fierce brown beacons, were alight with controlled fury. She had just realized the truth behind the death of our brother, and even wi
The contract felt like it weighed a thousand pounds in my bag as I drove back to the small apartment I shared with Sarah.I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. I had just sold three years of my life, and I couldn’t even tell if I felt relieved or terrified.Probably both
I did not go home right away. Instead, I drove to the cemetery where my brother was buried. His headstone was simple, just his name and dates. Thomas Carter. Beloved son, brother, and mate.I sat down on the grass in front of it, pulling my knees to my chest."I don't know what to do, Tommy," I sai
I couldn't take my eyes off the white walls as I continued to ponder on what to do. My father was three doors down, hooked up to machines that kept him alive, one expensive second at a time.Sarah, my younger sister, sat beside me. Her nurse scrubs were wrinkled from a double shift, and her eyes ha







