L’s POV***Asides love, the concept of being bonded to one person for all of eternity has always left me with questions too. About how natural it was for us to meet someone that will belong to us and us to them, forever. Learning that at first, felt good, especially for an Omega who has been told all her life where she stands in the scheme of things.It felt good to know that we were at least allowed one thing. To know that though inferior to them, we still had one thing in common and that was the ability to feel a connection with someone who would be ours forever. Someone you could share your fears, dreams and hopes with. Someone that would feel your pain, your pleasure and every other thing in between. It was hard to accept at first that you could suddenly meet someone and be forced to like them just because some goddess tied a string onto both your hearts and bodies so that no matter what you do, you both end up with each other but I knew from the little moments spent with my pa

EUDORA.After a week of nursing a literal man-child, nothing was weird anymore, in fact, me not getting used to everything that was going on would be the only strange thing as it seemed everyone has gotten used to it pretty fast. By everyone, I mean Zena. She took pleasure in torturing the nameless personality of her brother. It was as if she was taking all the years of Alpha Rex doing the same thing to her, out on him. They looked more of siblings now than ever with the constant bickering and banters about the most trivial things and of the both of them, the one who couldn’t take the heat was obvious and each time, he would use me as a shield while trying to avoid getting beat up by Zena for something he said. There are times that he couldn’t avoid her wrath. He either got hurt or got punished in ways that made me question who was older. Using her dominance as an Alpha blood, she would command him to do chores like clean her already tidy room, arrange the books on her shelf or read

EUDORA We were doing it—rebelling. And it was ironic that the one person who would have stopped us was the most excited about ‘finally leaving the house and touching grass’. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t excited too. The thought of having a fun night without restraints or fear that I didn’t deserve such luxury, made me so giddy that I couldn’t sleep the night Zena told me. But I’d also be lying if I said there wasn’t a part of me that still had that niggling fear but as I watched myself in the mirror after Zena was done with my makeup the night of our “rebellion”, it was buried to the very depth of my mind, never to resurface. “All done. What do you think?”“Wow.” I whispered breathlessly. It was the best I could do because I couldn’t believe the girl in the mirror was me. “You’re gonna have to give me more than that because hello? Blind witch?” I suppressed a laugh at the nickname he gave her. Although that was one of the things that made me marvel at the wonder she had j

EUDORA.There was something about the way he was crouched down in front of me and holding out his hand. Something about the way his lips stretched into the most genuine smile as he waited for me to take his hand and something about his voice and the way it instantly soothed me and clamped down on my anxiety of being around so many people.Maybe it was the way he showed up out of nowhere when I was in distress after suddenly disappearing on us. It made me torn between slapping some sense into him or taking his hand and getting off the floor. I couldn’t do either. Everything faded into the background—the people and the ear-splitting music—and it was just us and the twirling lights above us as our eyes remained locked in an emotion filled gaze. By emotions, I meant mine. They suddenly went from ‘I want the ground to open up and swallow me whole’ to ‘I’m confused, why do I want to remain like this for eternity?’ His smile made it all fade away and he made me feel like I was a main char

ZENA Rage. Despair. Pain. Those were the feelings that sum up the entire twenty years of my life. I have never gone a full day without feeling either one of them. It was like a stage, one I ascended to or descended down from. I was more familiar with rage because it was the only way I could express how I felt without feeling weak. Without being looked down on like a mere child with confused hormones, throwing tantrums. I would rather rave and tear the whole world down than let them see through me. And then when I am alone, I descend into despair. My loss becomes more apparent and the feeling of hopelessness creeps in. The feeling that nothing would change no matter what I do. That my life would forever remain the same. That I would never really know what happened to my parents and why they had to die like that. The pain brings tears. It makes me curl into myself at night. It wakes me up in the middle of the night and it hits me like the waves of a stormy ocean. And then I wake