جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 6

ZEPHYRMarek tapped twice against the mat, but I didn't stop. The same bloody, murderous rage and utter need to win had me blocking out his pleas as he begged, his cries filling the room while I bent his elbow, his arm twisting into an angle that was already looking wrong."He tapped. That's enough, cadet." Instructor Voss screamed, coming into the space between us, his hands hovering above mine, but he hadn't dared touch me. I'd seen the same look I'd noticed on most of the instructors recently… fear.The training hall was one of the largest buildings on the grounds, built to accommodate hundreds of cadets at once. Its reinforced walls had endured years of combat drills, sparring matches, and the occasional outburst from cadets who hadn't learned to control their tempers. The academy trained fighters for the kingdom's military, and every division had its own rankings. A cadet's position determined everything from training privileges to the assignments they could earn after graduatio

ZEPHYRNobody questioned a cadet volunteering for delivery work. The quartermaster barely glanced at my papers before waving me into the crew, and by mid-morning I had a crate on my shoulder and my collar pulled high enough to shadow half my face, climbing the servants' stairwell with a man named Otto who talked too much and asked too many questions I didn't want to answer."You presented yet?" he asked, shifting his crate to his other shoulder, sweat already soaking through his shirt on the second flight."You've got that look. All coiled up. Bet you're Alpha, with those shoulders.""Something like that," I said, and let the lie sit there. The truth would've gotten me killed before I ever reached the palace.I had only differentiated as an Omega recently. My body was still struggling to adjust, and I couldn't risk anyone discovering what I had become."Keep your head down today regardless," he added, dropping his voice."King Baikal's been foul all week, ever since the Ivanov negotia

BAIKALHis hands slid down to my cock, his wrist wrapped around it, his eyes snapping open, he wanted it too. This was a mistake, it was taking the last shred of control to hold myself together."Shit — now, I'm the sane one?" I asked, trying to pull him off, he squeezed harder, causing my cock to jump, a long pearl of precum drooling from my tip. He stroked me slowly, his lips crashing to mine, his tongue past my lips.His heat was way worse. My cock was aching painfully now, we were both in our respective cycles, and I was running from my own instinct."Baikal… help me." My eyes snapped open even wider. Moments ago, he'd been fighting me like he would rather face death than surrender. Now he was asking me for help, and I could see how much he hated having to do it. His brows drew together, frustration mixing with the confusion on his face.He wasn't suddenly comfortable with me. He was struggling with something he couldn't understand, and he hated that I was seeing him like this.An