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I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought. I remembered everything, from the growl of that notorious creature, the slashing of the swords, and the explosion, all of it was clear. I close my eyes, quivering into the ideas which my mind could only bear. How I wish everything were just a nightmare. I let out a deep breath and found myself in the middle of nowhere.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

I demanded as I pointed at it angrily. “Alpha, this is the only thing we could find that holds information about an Almega.” Almega, according to the book, is what an offspring of an Alpha and an Omega is called. “It’s a forbidden book and all copies of this was burned many years ago. This is the only book that was left, it took us years to learn about this book’s existence and to even have a copy of it,” Alek explained as he carefully fixed the book together. “That book!” I growled. “That book is filled with lies, no wonder why they wanted to burn it!”

I’d spent nights trying to solve it, hoping to find the missing link—that Edward Ryerson couldn’t before he died—in his book, and if the man were alive now, I’d give him a gold medal because he’s given me the solution to everything and as much as it was holding me together, it was also tearing me apart. Everyone here was expecting me to start with the reveal of the blank page of the Book of the Undead—which was extraordinarily useful—but I had to chip this in first... and though I didn’t believe I was saying half of the things I was now, if it was going to help me find my kids, then fuck beliefs and fuck sanity. I growled at Kane and he raised a cautious brow. “Tell me to calm down again and

“If they wanted us to be that way, it'll be wickedness. Besides, the more angry one can become, the stronger physically they are for the duration the anger lasts. They just don't want us to show signs of weakness.” “I think I understand better now. Lest you are run over by another clan that has an Alpha that looks stronger, yeah?” “That is it exactly.” The both of them walked down the corridor, only coming in contact with two other students. ‘Citadel K’ was imprinted on the door in a bright colour intended to catch the attention of everyone that steps into it before they did. “What's so special about this classroom?” Harold asked. “It should be placed downstairs like the others.”

I asked, curiously. “This is the book of the mate. Witches and Wolves, especially Rogues. It tells you here all you need to know about them, and the mate’s bond. Read it as soon as you’re able to, sweetheart. Every question will be answered,” Dad mentioned, handing me the heavy book. I was now curious to see what it was all about. What about Witches and Rogues could I find out? After giving my parents a kiss, I headed back to my room. I held the book against my chest while I opened the door and walked in, locking the door behind me.

[Author's Note: The next few chapters contain ex.pli.cit, high-steam light B.D*SM elements, including delayed or.ga.sm (edging), spa.nk*ing, and light bo*ndage. Please, skip if any of these elements might be triggering to you.] SIGRUN If you called me stubborn, you wouldn't be wrong.

The house is quiet. Too quiet. Everyone is gathered around the dining table, books spread everywhere like a paper explosion. But the only sound is the soft rustle of pages as I open the book I found in my room, the one Liam gave me a few days ago and I somehow forgot existed. The prophecy book. My hands shake as I flip to the page that tugged at me the moment I touched it. The page that feels like it’s been waiting for me. The ink glows faintly, silver and blue, like it recognizes me. I swallow hard and read aloud.

Eve pointed to a small stack of books on top of the shelf in the corner of the room. “Which one would you like?” He asked Eve as he picked up the books. “My mommy and me.” Eve answered. That one was her favourite. Lincoln flicked through the books until he found the one with a bear on the cover with a little cub with My mommy and me. Eve scooted over and patted the bed beside her. Lincoln went and sat on the spot Eve made for him.

***CONTENT TRIGGER WARNING*** please be aware that the following content may be seen as triggering to some, however this is fiction and the actions/situations described are in no way condoned by the author. I'm dreaming of a young man, excited to be starting his first day at a training camp, he makes friends and studies hard, but he is lonely. I try to reach out to him, but I can't move, I’m pinned in place and it's getting hot. I try to call out to the young man for help, but I can't make any sound. Something is blocking me from calling out, and I'm now struggling to breath.