Semua Bab Taming the Ruthless Prime Alpha (Book 1): Bab 21 - Bab 30

GREYImagine my utmost surprise when we get to our destination only to be faced with shuttering, blinding lights from cameras.My heart thumps in my chest. I glare at Marcellan, but he’s changed. His Alpha demeanour is turned on, and he actually carries the aura of the Ice King of North America, exactly the version I’ve always imagined before it turns out he’s nice behind the scenes and actually gives a fuck.Oh, hold up. For real, Grey? A mental battle surges inside me, wondering when I began accolading any of these assholes. These are my oppressors, I need to remember that.My side of the car is opened for me. Trevor steps to the side, and for a second, I would almost say he bowed, but he probably just nudged or nodded at something.The paparazzi fill the space, being held at a distance from us by Trevor and men in black from the cars behind us. All this time I saw those SUVs following us, I didn’t realize they’re with us. Gosh, I’m so unobservant.The skyscraper digs into the sky,

GREY"Do it now, Lilith."The pure animalistic growling that comes with Marcellan’s instruction makes me snap my head in his direction, his eyes glowing amber and a finger to one side of his head. The sound of glass shattering follows. The sound of shooting finally ceases.My ears finally take a break, but the fear in me is still active. Chills continue to run down my spine, leaving the hair at the back of my neck standing up. My entire senses are on peak, alert for anything that may happen next.The dark shadows cast by the gas lessen as Marcellan’s commander appears. I swear, I expect her to bring us guns to this gun party, but when I see Marcellan’s wolf stir to the surface, aura domineering and authoritative, I give up on that idea.Their ego and pride will be the end of them. The Seven Kings and the Prime King are known for relying on their claws and fangs. Their true forms are their method of attack, and while it'd worked for them in ruling over the world, I still believe we sho

GREYWhatever had me panting from my dream is a terrible nightmare.The spray shootings. The snarling. The shifting. The bloodshed. Deaths everywhere. Marcellan hurt.I don't remember much, but my heart’s palpitating and I'm sweating heavily on the bed. I roll off it to get some water from the bathroom. After drinking and calming myself down, I blink up at my reflection in the mirror.I'm not sure I recognize myself anymore. That little stubborn Omega who was brought into the academy and fought all his life until he grew into an adult, and still never stopped, even as they taught him what they call lessons... he's vanishing.The horror is continuous and never-ending, and I've been stupid not to have the courage to end it myself.With shaky breaths, I muster the energy to walk back to the bed when I notice the air blowing the curtains aggressively. Instincts alerted, I narrow my eyes as I step closer and see Nikolai at the balcony.My dress has been changed to a light blue silk nightgo

Grey"Mr. Wanker," I call out as I stand in the middle of the hallway as though I own the space.Trevor is typing away on a phone that’s turned horizontal, and I assume he’s playing a game.Wait, am I in a dream? Or what is wrong with all these blood-hungry mutts? Trevor is playing a game, Nikolai is being a gentle soul, I’m not planning my next move to find a way out of here… what next? The world’s going to end tomorrow?Well, that’d be nice, to be frank."Hey, mean-faced wanker. Yes, you…" I repeat when he looks behind him and then back at me.Trevor is dressed in a well-tailored black suit from top to bottom, with only a white shirt underneath. Even the handkerchief in his chest pocket is plain black, as well as his accessories.Each step he takes is like he’s storming toward me. When he finally stands in front of me, his figure is like thrice mine. A hunk while I’m the twink and trust me, I’ve got my own simple athletic figure that I gained from a few years of calisthenics."Nikol

NikolaiHours ago...My fingers fiddle with the photo in my palm as the door to the dungeon slides open. While there is barely any light, my vision sees just fine.Deep in the rotten stench of the ground is Adams. To see him wallow in depression, his skin dried to the bone, his hair clinging to his skin like mud, dirtied, his pheromones mixed with the nauseating smell of filth and vomit, makes every muscle under my skin excited."You look better for an Omega." I scoff and step closer.He spits on the floor, and the next second, my boot smacks his face to the left.He coughs out blood, his arms chained to the wall behind him, giving him little room to recompose himself properly.I bend before him, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look at me. "Between the flowerbeds, where the two flows connect. Rings a bell?"My wolf stays at the very back of my mind. Together, we watch this piece of Chihuahua, and the moment his breathing seizes and his pupils dilate from fear, I smile.Gotcha, bas