SERAPHINA’S POVFrom what I’ve gathered from the previous tournament, Artemis and I made it to the finals - which is a shocker.Him with 58 points, and I with 27- everyone else was beaten down with their points stolen.The situation perfectly explains the glares I received as soon as it was made known that I would be moving to the next round and while I still don’t want to believe that Artemis had a hand in all of this, it’s highly likely.That boy is an enigma I can’t seem to categorize because of his inconsistencies. Is he an asshole, or a wounded soul?Even now while I stand in front of the last task before a winner is decided, numerous eyes stare at me shamelessly.The pressure in the air around is almost unbreathable.However, I’m used to all of it at this point. Instead of bothering, I sigh, leaning back against Olivia as she massages the knots in my shoulders. She’s been obsessed with my well-being ever since I came back bruised and battered last time.“Yeah, right there.” I s

SERAPHINA’S POVMy consciousness slowly seeps back into my body, but with my memory still foggy. When I finally my pry my eyes open, its suddenly met with the bright lights from the fluorescent hanging above my head.The sounds of arguing from wherever aids in the pain of my already throbbing head, making me realize that it’s the noise that woke me up - but I have no memory of ever falling asleep.Speaking of no memory, my surroundings are equally foreign.“How can you not let me see my roommate!” That sounds like Olivia yelling out to whoever she’s speaking to, furious for some reason.“This place has strict access to only a certain group of wolves.” Another voice that closely resembles Artemis responds more calmly.“But she’s my roommate, not one of yours - you’re the reason she’s like that in the first place.”“Get lost, omega.” He bites back, reluctant to give her what she wants.I wonder what’s going on again - why Olivia and Artemis are arguing over me, why I am in here, and wh

SERAPHINA’S POVAlmost everyone I walk pass in the school hallway throws me a smile and waves enthusiastically at me, so much so that it feels way too unreal and every time, I don’t know how to react - so I smile awkwardly.It feels as if it was just yesterday that I was scorned and made a target for the whole school to vent on. Today, I’m an accepted member of the society.Not fully accepted though. Even if the omega population in school exceeded other rankings, they only made up roughly 35% of the school population.I can work with that.Another person stops mid-walk to wave at me again and ends up being rudely brushed by someone else walking by, causing them to trip.I wince, knowing that definitely must have hurt, but he suddenly sits up with a wide smile again.“I’m okay!” He says without me asking.I chuckle at his bustling energy as I continue to make my way to class before the bell rings. I will admit that so much has changed in only a few days. My little win ended up giving

ARTEMIS’ POVHer eyes give away her thoughts more than she realizes. She might not even know how easy it is to read her just from the faces she makes.Her eyes run over every square inch of my bare chest, like a thirsty pup, and there’s a very obvious gulp that happens before she tries to run away from me.I grab at her arm, dragging her into my room before she can cause a scene outside my door. A bit of pride fills my chest, knowing I’m probably the first guy she’s seen in a towel by her reactions.The second we’re in, she shrugs my arm off, putting so much distance between us and blocking her eyes whilst taking occasional peeks and rushing back to conceal them.“W-What are you wearing!” She stutters uncontrollably, not knowing where to keep her eyes.“Nothing actually. If you want to confirm, I can—”“Don’t you dare!” She screams, shutting her eyes tightly and I can’t help but chuckle from her reaction.That right there is proof that she’s seen no action in her entire existence, pro

ARTEMIS’ POVFor once, the boys’ dorm is dead quiet, and the only sounds that fill the night are from my footsteps echoing across the empty hallways and the relentless pounding of my heart. It’s been minutes since I’d left Kamila in my room, and although I’d convinced myself that a breath of fresh air was what I needed, I’ve soon realized that the choked-up atmosphere follows me wherever I go, eating up my sanity.Being in that room with Kam or standing out here makes no difference, because the one thing I need to get away from is myself. The storm lies within me, so does the darkness and the rage. For once, I wonder if the goddess is the ironic villain in our story – maybe she’s having the time of her life just watching us fight and hurt each other. I bet she had her popcorn out just few minutes ago. That’s the most logical concept as to why we’re mates. Many times, I’d doubted if the bond actually existed but trust me, I’d felt it. It came to be from the first time I’d met Kamila