Bloom Powers 소설 & 이야기

"WINTER FLOWER: BLOOM FOR THE ALPHA" written by peachesandme STORY NOTES: In this A/B/O verse, BETAS and ALPHAS can get pregnant (female) but with varying fertility rate/level. Alphas are able to impregnate omegas with INCREDIBLY HIGH SUCCESS RATE, but they have the LOWEST SUCCESS RATE when it comes to getting pregnant.

He was holding a boy that looked just like a splitting image of himself as a child! The woman shielded the boy behind her and shot an adamant look at Cassiopeia. "Mrs. Cadell, I promise that I will be Liam’s only parent. I will never try to take Cadell Corporation from you or your daughter." An uncharacteristic tinge of panic flashed across Lucas’s face as he went up to embrace Cassiopeia and offer an explanation. "Cassie, this is Freya Moore. I slept with her when I was drugged five years ago."

“Do you smell it?” My frown deepened. “What nonsense are you blabbering about? Have you lost your mind?” He turned his head away from me, doing that weird sniffing thing. “The whole palace needs to be rid of moonveil blossom.” Moonveil blossom. There was nothing like that planted anywhere on my grounds. “I think you have officially lost it and you better pray to the goddess that I don’t lose my shit.” “Who put this flower here?” He motioned to the discard bouquet. “Whoever put this here is bathed in the moonveil blossom.”

I left the hall and wandered into the garden to look at the flowers. "Why did you come out here? Didn't I tell you to wait for me?" That cool, steady voice came from beside me. It was Chandler. I turned my head and happened to meet his deep, steady gaze. "Look at these blooms. Back when we studied at the academy, the flowers looked just like this." Since my grandfather was the royal advisor, I naturally had the right to study alongside the princes at the academy.

"Get the treatment started, the best there is, I'm calling the shots here!" Once he hung up, his eyes darted to mine, a flicker of guilt betraying him. "Wren's taken a turn for the worse. She needs this special serum to kick her immune system into gear, and the one you've been waiting on just got here. Give it to her!" I could not help but scoff, my words deliberate and biting. "Is she even worth it?" That serum was worth a fortune. It was not something just anyone could buy. It had been reserved for my granddad five years ago, and I had called in more than a few favors to secure it.

Chapter 27: I Trusted Her Before I Knew Her Name The sky hadn’t changed, but Aria had. She stood barefoot in the apartment, staring at the tenth bloom. It had pushed through the cracks in her ceiling like it was meant to be there. Its petals were long, curled, slick with some kind of dew that shimmered when she moved her head. Ten of them now. Ten different blooms. Ten different colors, shapes, textures — none of them natural, none of them replicable. Each of them pulsing, quietly alive.

"Something came up at work. Wait for me at home, I'll be back early." I didn't call him out on it. After he left, I accepted Mabel's friend request. Her latest post was a photo of a sea of roses with the caption. "My love planted my favorite roses with his own hands." My chest tightened. So, even the roses weren't planted for me. Before we got married, he had promised to give me a field of roses all my own. But he was always busy, and I'd never brought it up again. He suddenly prepared a sea of roses because someone else wanted it.

Aria's heart jumped, thudding painfully in her chest. "Danger? What kind of danger? What are you talking about?" Selene took a slow, measured step forward, eyes locked on Aria. "The bloom inside you — it's waking up," she said softly, almost like a warning. "You don't understand what that means yet, but others do. They're hunting you." Aria's fingers clenched tighter around Piper, whose green eyes flicked nervously between the two women. "I don't get it," Aria whispered, voice shaky. "What bloom? Hunting me? This sounds insane."

one every time I got hurt. Why, even today, he let her humiliate me in public. He thought as long as he had money and power, as long as he could help my family, I should be grateful—just accept everything. If this marriage went through, I could already see the ending. Endless compromise. Endless resentment. Endless favoritism. And in the end—ruin. The other notification was an email from my mentor, Pierre Creighton. He was inviting me—again—to study abroad. Said with my eye for fashion, I shouldn't throw away my shot to grow.