The Alpha

JohnThe realization felt like a stone in my chest. Ronan's group. I had seen the insignia painted on conference rooms, engraved on door frames, and embroidered on cloaks numerous times.And now it was on the knife that had almost murdered Rebecca. The cold metal cut into my palm as I gripped the hilt hard. My thoughts were racing.I was aware that Greg wasn't working alone. The odds were too low, too handy. I was aware of his relationship with my mother, but it's possible that this wasn't fully at their mother's request. Ronan might have been in charge.I mistakenly believed that they set their mother free in an attempt to rattle me, but in reality, their mother was merely a pawn in his game."John?" I was drawn back by Charles's voice. He was keeping a close eye on me, feeling the ferocious storm behind my eyes. With a tense voice, I eventually said, "I know this sigil.""This is Ronan's pack." Charles froze. "Are you saying..." "Yes," I interrupted, my eyes hardening."Just as we b

Last Updated : 2025-11-15

Twisted

After we left the infirmary, John walked me back to my room. When we reached the door, he stopped and let me in."Would you like to enter?" I asked, making room for him to go. He responded with a nod and entered. He declared, "You're cleared." "How are you feeling?" "Enough to quit acting like I'm weak." I fixed my unflinching stare on him.I moved to my bed and placed my coat on it. He nodded briefly but did not take a seat. Rather, he placed the dagger between us on the table. I was completely unaware that he had it. The symbol was visible even in the dim lamplight.I had already seen that insignia, either on someone or at another location. It had an oddly similar appearance. One of his stepbrothers had it, I noticed. "Is that..." "Ronan's mark," he concluded for me.Why was it on the blade that nearly killed me? "They're all cooperating." I said aloud what I was thinking."Yes, and here is evidence," John muttered. However, moving without initiating a conflict is insufficient.Some

Last Updated : 2025-11-16

Rebecca's pov

Greg didn't make a complete admission. However, it wasn't a rejection either. His façade was beginning to crumble already.It was just a matter of time till it completely collapsed.John's steady, warm hand touched the small of my back as we emerged from the basement. "I take it you didn't hear anything?" John asked in a gentle, lighthearted voice.I looked up at him and said, "A little lie never hurt anyone; it was just to shake him up." "Besides, who knows how long he would play his dumb games if I hadn't done that?" I gave a deadpan. "I wasn't passing judgment," he told them."I simply would not have considered that.""Well, every one of us approaches questioning in a different way.""As we entered the refreshing night air," I said. He gave a small laugh. "Well, at least we have a lead now—real proof that Ronan was directly involved." After all, Vega was correct—his eyes truly did reveal who he was. They spoke more than he did. If we wanted to succeed, we still needed his cooperati

Last Updated : 2025-11-16

John's pov

JohnGreg's eyes abruptly met mine. "What?" he asked in confusion. "You heard me." With a clipped voice, I spoke. "In front of everyone, you will say everything you just told us.""You'll protect me, right? What about the promise?" He inquired. Before I could respond, Rebecca did. "We promised you.That hasn't altered. She went on. However, protection does not equate to quiet. We'll come when we're prepared for you. Deflated, Greg leaned back against the wall, gasping for air.He was aware that there was no more room for negotiation. "Tomorrow, we'll see you." As we left, I came to that conclusion.I watched Rebecca while the silence lingered for a while. God, she was amazing. She didn't hesitate or tremble when she talked just now. Standing there as if she owned the room was the girl whom everyone underestimated. more courageous than most of the soldiers I'd battled with. Perhaps more courageous than I am.Something in my chest clenched at the concept. Perhaps admiration or pride. Th

Last Updated : 2025-11-17

Lucien

LucienBefore I knew I had dropped the sword, it had slid from my grasp, Ronan. My own brother. Ronan attempted to murder me.The same individual who conspired with me to murder John. Together, we were meant to rule. He was just a freaking piece of crap who was backstabbing, Ronan.With each blow sounding more forceful than the last, the name reverberated in my brain like a recurring rhythm. I fixed my gaze on the training post before me.Now all I could see was Ronan's face, which was always a mask of subdued indifference, his eyes always lingering a little too long on a vulnerability before disappearing back into the darkness. "Ronan would never do it."The words tasted like bile now, yet they were still fresh on my tongue. We were all against John, and I detested the fact that I truly trusted him. That was my initial thought, but now I realize how foolish I was.Behind me, John's footfall faded, each one serving as a reminder that he knew before I did. He had, of course. He was alw