All Chapters of Colorless: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The next day, I noticed how the pack members bowed their heads slightly as I passed, and the library keeper had offered me his apology, leading me directly to the section where the records were kept. It felt good. I'd earned their respect, just like Falcon had told me to. I smiled. Would he be proud ? He'd witnessed it was too far away to give his approval or disapproval. I frowned at the last thought. The scent of old paper and leather filled the air, grounding me as I moved deeper into the library's restricted section. It wasn't grand — just rows of towering shelves, dust motes dancing in the weak sunlight filtering through narrow windows — but it was quiet. Peaceful.The Keeper shuffled behind me for a few steps before muttering something about tea and vanishing into his office. I took my time scanning spines, running my fingers over faded gold lettering. Most of the records were exactly what they seemed: hunt logs, lineage charts, territory maps dating back decades.I traced a f

I gasped in surprise. "Are you good?" I tore my gaze away from her to find Amaya looking at me with worry. I frowned, that familiar pressure pushing against my forehead. I glanced back at the spot she was in and there was nothing; she was gone. How was she able to do that ? My head hurt.“Jasmine," Amaya called out. I snapped my gaze back to her. "Why do you keep staring?" It was the creepy girl that spoke this time. “Are you crazy like they claim?" I glared at her. "Coming from a creep who stalked me," I countered. She growled lowly, triggered by my words. “Enough," Falcon spoke for the first time. "Now's not the time for banter." "Then it's the time for what ?" I snapped at him. “This," I picked up the picture, "it means nothing. My brother is not a traitor." I stood up to leave but froze when I heard Ciro's voice. "Sit.” One word, one syllable, but it was enough to stop me in my tracks. I glanced at him and this time, he met my gaze. His eyes were heavy with something, so

“Luna,“ the Falcon greeted as he saw me approaching. Surprise flickered in his gaze, but he masked it quickly, going back to looking emotionless. I said nothing to him and barged into the office he was guarding. Ciro glanced up from his paperwork, his eyes resting on me lazily. “Jasmine," "Alpha Deluca," I greeted curtly. His eyes flashed with surprise. "I'd like a moment if you don't mind." He nodded slowly, an indication to state my business. "I'm leaving." His jaw tightened, and his eyes blazed with anger. I've never seen him look at me that way before. It sent a pang to my heart. I'd woken up this morning with determination. Determination to find my brother and confront him. "Like hell you are," his voice was cold. “Leaving to where Jasmine?" I raised my chin. “To my pack. I am the princess, my people need me...""You mean the people you abandoned?" He cut me off sharply. “The people you left to face the brutality of your brother's betrayal?"My chest tightened, and I foug

Jasmine's POVMy body felt like stone—heavy, unyielding, chained to the bed I lay on. Every breath scraped against my throat, every flicker of light through my eyelids hurt like fire. I tried to move, but pain held me down, dragging me back into that alley. The rogues' snarls, their teeth flashing, Amaya's screams—then the sudden burst of energy I felt. God, the sparks. They had crawled out of me like living fire, tearing into two rogues before the world collapsed around me.Amy. The thought of her broke through the haze. I had promised myself I would come back for her, and yet here I was—helpless, broken, barely clinging to life. The headache I'd felt in that moment was the same one I felt whenever I saw Amy. A tremor ran through me. My hands still tingled as though embers lingered beneath my skin. I pressed them to the sheets, horrified when faint static pulsed from my palms.What am I? I was supposed to be a human girl. The room spun, nausea rolling through me. My vision blurred

His hand slid to the back of my neck, not rough, but firm, anchoring me in place like he was terrified I might vanish if he loosened his grip. The kiss that had started slow, tentative, softened me—but then shifted. It became charged, an outlet for everything he didn't say. His mouth pressed harder, hungry, desperate, threaded with the anger and restraint I could taste on his lips.I should have pushed him away. Every reason to resist flared through my head: his threats, his arrogance, the way he'd let me walk out of the pack like I was disposable. He'd called me weak. He'd told me I didn't belong. And yet... my body betrayed me. My fingers curled into his shirt, tugging him closer even as my heart pounded with fury. I hated him for making me feel like this, for unraveling me so easily."Damn it, Jasmine," he muttered against my lips. His voice was low, rough, and I felt it more than I heard it. Frustration radiated from him in waves, sharp and raw. His jaw was tight, his breath uneve