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My mate’s eyebrows furrow while she looks at our Alpha. I place my hand on her thigh and gently caress it, as I softly whisper, “That is our big secret, baby. Our pack can read minds, and many others can do more than that.” Donna glances around the group as her eyebrows furrow together. “Do you mean like some superpower?”

I asked, opening my eyes from where I had laid my head against the wall behind me so I could simply listen to his voice. “And nothing,” he answered. “That’s the end of the chapter.” “What?” I sat upright and reached for the e-reader. “That can’t be the end of the chapter. Let me see.” He pulled the e-reader away and sent me a stern glance. “Patience, Mayhem. Maybe there’s more on the next chapter. But I’ll read it, thank you very much.” I huffed and sent him a dirty look. “Fine. But don’t skimp on the details.”

It was the perfect reading posture that she had created to savor in the information that she had been yearning to know. Omega Yna read through the catalog of the book and chapter 18 captured her attention. Without reading other chapters Omega Yna opened Chapter 18 of the book The tittle of the chapter was boldly spelled out: THE CHOSEN ONE. Omega Yna exhaled and inhaled as she tried to calm her rapidly racing heart. She was scared to read the content of the chapter, she was scared to know the information that will either build her or destroy her. One could say that Omega Yna had the fear of the unknown, but to her this was bound to happen.

3RD PERSON POV Isis kept staring…trying hard to push away the thoughts from the night before. But then, as if she heard Omarion's thoughts, she aligned to them. “How is it possible that the once strong, rude and extremely proud Omarion Yandel could slump over a panic attack? I can’t seem to see the pride and strength…the sight of him crying and gasping for breath as vulnerable as a patient calling out to the doctor for help washed it all down the drain”, she thought.

Cian Thorne The man beneath the obsidian sea didn't move like a person; he moved like a memory. He was me, but a version of me that had been marinated in a thousand years of ink. His hair was as white as the blank pages of a new book, and his eyes... they weren't eyes anymore. They were two burning apertures of white light, the same light that had erased Oakhaven. "Don't look at his hands," Philip whispered from behind us, his voice cracking. "The Original Author doesn't use a pen. He uses Silence."

Another breakthrough subject demonstrating capabilities Geneva considered revolutionary. "Subject Omega presents with natural consciousness manipulation ability unprecedented in documented enhanced individuals," the file began. "Unlike standard empathic perception (awareness of others' emotional/mental states) or consciousness projection (sharing one's own mental state), Subject Omega demonstrates active influence over others' consciousness. Can modify emotional states, implant suggestions, alter perception, potentially reshape aspects of identity through direct consciousness interaction." My former enhancement had been perception. I'd been able to sense consciousness directly, understand aw

His smirk never faded. "You want to massage my chest and breast?" He asked again and Rose nodded. He chuckled. Curving his tongue upwards to the left side of his lips as he increased the sound of his chuckle. "You read minds now. Hmmm? I see." Said Mr. Evidence. Rose still stood there and was still waiting for his permission to commence the massage. "Since you are now a mind reader, it's fine. Well, you got it right. Massage my breasts and chest." He smiled.

Then suddenly, I remembered something. “You said that we met in the past life.” “Yes, it’s true.” “So, what is your name now?” “Anna Warren. I’m the Omega of your pack.” “Hmm … I wonder ….” “What?” Her eyebrows raised. “You don’t have my marking either. But I had seen a vision; we had marked each other.” Then I added, “I have a theory that may be because you are in another body—in Anna Warren’s body, not yours. So, the marking isn’t there. Also, you were still a virgin.”

She continues to read without saying a word to anyone but I notice she starts walking backwards towards me and I don't know if she even realises she's doing it but before I can think about it anymore she stops to the side of me and leans into me so that her head is on my arm. She's feeling scared and she has sneaked out my comfort and I know this really isn't the time to think about it but fuck it feels like the best feeling in the world! I bring my arm around her shoulder and she folds herself into my side while she continues reading. I can feel her body starting to shake so I slowly rub gentle circles into her back in the hope that I can calm her down even just a little bit and thank my fu

My voice did not shake. The man tilted his head. He didn't have a face, just a shifting darkness where his features should be. "You can call me the Reader," he said. His voice sounded like paper rubbing together. "I am the one who pays for the ink. I am the one who decides if your story ends here or keeps going." Bryan stepped in front of me, his hand on his pistol. "He’s another code, Hazel. Don’t listen to him." The Reader laughed. It was a dry, thin sound. "A copy thinks he has a choice. How cute."