Semua Bab Reckless Royals of Nocturne Prep: Bab 101 - Bab 110

CASSIANThe memories hit me like a freight train.Rae's wolf. Her eyes. The way she'd moved. The command in her voice that made my demon sit up and beg. I remembered every second of it. Every touch. Every bite. The taste of blood in my mouth. The way Kieran and Luca had followed her call like puppets on strings.She wasn't an Omega.She was an Enigma.That word sat in my chest like a stone. Enigmas were supposed to be a myth, whispered in old tales about beings who could command the strongest Alphas and make Lunas kneel. No one really believed they ever existed and even if I knew werewolves, I too did not believe.But Rae was one of them.My stomach twisted. I looked down at her sleeping form. She looked so small. So innocent. Nothing like the creature that had pulled my innate demon side out and used me like a toy."We wipe everybody's memory."Miyori's words pulled me back to the present. I stared at her."Are you insane?""Probably." She crossed her arms. Her face was set. Determin

RAEI woke up gasping.My sheets were soaked with sweat. My body ached in places that made my stomach turn. I sat up too fast and my head spun.The room was empty.No Cassian. No Luca. No Kieran.Just me. Alone. In my bed with the curtains drawn and the door closed.I looked down at myself. I was wearing pajamas. Clean ones. My hair was damp like I'd showered recently but I couldn't remember doing that. I couldn't remember putting on these clothes either.My hands started shaking.Maybe it was a dream. A really vivid nightmare brought on by stress or bad food or something. That had to be it. There was no way I'd actually done those things. No way my wolf… or whatever that was… had taken control and released pheromones that turned the entire school into a scene from hell."How was it?"I screamed and fell off the bed.The beast stood in the corner of my room. It was massive. The size of a bear. Her fur was blood red and her eyes glowed like coals. She looked pleased with herself."Was

RAEI stared at the wall for a long time after saying those words out loud. After admitting I remembered everything. The silence between us felt heavy and wrong."I hate it," I said.Cassian looked at me. His eyebrows pulled together. "What?"The words started pouring out before I could stop them. "I used to fantasize about being strong. About not being at the bottom of the hierarchy. About people not treating me like I was fragile or broken or lesser just because I was an Omega." I laughed but it sounded bitter even to my own ears. "There really was nothing worse than being an Omega after all. That's what I thought. That's what I believed my entire life."I wrapped my arms tighter around myself. "But now I'm a spellweaver and an Enigma? It feels like so much power. Too much power. I even practically came back from the dead." My voice dropped to a whisper. "It's scary."Cassian didn't interrupt. He just watched me with those dark blue eyes that seemed to see right through me."I would

RAEI stared at Martha. The words hung in the air between us like smoke I couldn't wave away."That's not true."My voice sounded far away. Like someone else was speaking through my mouth.Martha didn't look away. Her eyes were red and wet, and she just stood there with her gloved hands twisted together."Why would I lie?" she asked softly.I let out a sound that might have been a laugh if it wasn't so broken. "You've been lying for a very long time. How the fuck would I know?"Martha glanced at the sentinel in the car. Then she grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the vehicle. Away from anyone who might hear. Her grip was tight even through the silk."Then believe this," she said. Her voice dropped to barely above a whisper. "Magnus Vale is not your biological father. Your mother ran away from that monster. She chose Magnus because she knew he could keep you safe."I shook my head. The motion felt mechanical. Like my body was trying to reject the information before my brain could pr

LUCAThis scene includes physical abuse, homophobia, emotional trauma, internalized shame, and psychological repression. It portrays childhood violence and familial manipulation, as well as a non-consensual outing that results in fear and long-term trauma. Readers sensitive to themes of sexual identity repression or abusive parental behavior should approach with care.I was drowning.Not in water, but in memory.I was fifteen again, standing barefoot on the white sands of our private island. The sun was sharp enough to burn my skin, the sky so blue it almost hurt to look at. The island was supposed to be paradise. For me, it was a prison dressed in beauty. My father loved to parade us here, his perfect sons, his living trophies.My brothers couldn’t hide how much they hated me. I was the favorite, the special one. Joseph with his coat of many colors. The chosen son. Except I had never asked to be chosen.Trevor showed up one afternoon while I sat alone on the dock, watching the tide p