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V A sharp pain passed my mind. I closed my eyes . The sensation remained for a moment then it was gone. A vision flashed behind my closed eyelids. It was the vision of a man whom I had been seeing since childhood. The vision was not very clear but I saw the same pair of sapphire blue eyes that belonged to the man who was looking down at me now. Alpha Knox's eyes. Why had I been seeing a man my entire life who wanted to kill me? It doesn't make any sense.

He was quiet for another moment. Then he looked up at me.. His eyes were different. Not the Sebastian Hale eyes that I was used to the controlled ones, the ones, the ones that always gave just enough and held back everything else. His eyes now were just open. Just completely open in a way that made something tighten in my chest immediately. "The bet " he said quietly. I frowned. "What bet?"

You are special. "These secrets are not meant for ordinary eyes, but for magical eyes," he exclaimed, a spark of realization igniting within him. "I've been approaching this all wrong!" With newfound hope, he opened the book to a random page, his gaze transfixed on its ancient words. Taking a deep breath, he uttered an incantation. "Vinjhus exharitus." Instantly, his eyeballs turned pure white, and a brilliant light radiated from the book, directly illuminating his face.

He fixes his eyes glasses as he opens his arms in an embracing way, smiling and calling. “Well, well, well just when will this book opens?” Asking, yet taunting a warning, but somehow envy, pictures of the twelve as show and flashes fast in front of him. With the images that resemble the original, yet life spins in different directions o the GOD’s will and wants. This very book and world’s design are slowly consuming his patience for the day to come. “Just open it, shall we open, the book of Dylan?” Drawing his favorite and favorable sinister smile, the past and ticking time of that day, flashes back, as he whispers the same words.

“It's a great thing I am alive to witness this prophecy and at this time a prophet of this temple.” “But?... Prophet how should I be sure that you are not just making this up and pushing responsibilities to my shoulders.” My aunt appears on my side, pulling my ear. He gently walks to me and looking at me with his soft golden eyes he stretches his hand, offering the book. “Here, take.” He doesn't leave, he stays as I open the book. The book weighed more than I imagined, beautifully coated in gold and white its fragrance was more welcoming than its beauty. “How should I open this? It's clearly locked.”

I loved him. I loved him enough to stay inside the wreckage beside him even knowing the walls could collapse on both of us. My gaze drifted back to his mouth. To the faint movement of his breathing. And that was the exact moment his eyes opened. No warning. No gradual stirring. No sleepy confusion. His eyes simply opened and locked onto mine instantly. The haze was gone from his expression now. No feverish delirium remained behind his eyes. His gaze was sharp, clear, devastatingly focused.

The liquid saturates my pupils acting as rain to the drought. "Open your eyes, Alpha. Don't you wish to meet your pup?" Elriam's whisper strikes through the cold air. "Elriam?" My first word. "Yes." She laughs almost as if she were sobbing at the same time. "Yes, it's me. Remove the cloth from her eyes." A command from the beta has the cloth removed and my eyes free to open. Clenching my fists digging my nails into the flesh of my palms I gently peel my eyes open. As the first infliction of light hits the irises that were submerged in the darkness I do not shut them back in rather I fight. Fight to behold the one who awaits.

4 5 6 …. 7 8 …. 9 10.... 11 12 …. 13 14 ... 15 Emmet opened his eyes, as soon as he realised that he was only giving himself more of the pain that he so did not want right now. He pried open his eyes again and was relieved that he was able to perceive them again. He rolled them around to see the world around him as completely different, in terms of both space and time.

Notes, sketches of plants, flowers and herbs, and books lay where I had casually placed them. My bed unmade was a tangle of blankets and pillows as I eased my ankle onto one of the pillows and closed my eyes. A pair of gold eyes seared their way into my mind. I was confused as, why I felt his way. The image of his eyes haunted my thoughts, and I could still feel the way his arms wrapped around my waist, gentle but firm. His scent, the way his hair danced around the frame of his face, I desperately wanted to brush it tenderly from his eyes. The tenderness of his lips when he spoke my name. So why was this stranger invoking feelings in me that I’d never felt before?

French toast, strawberry chops and turkey slices. And a can of coke. Unusual! "Something like what?" He asked, leaning back. "urrrrgh," I scanned the room until my eyes fell on the bookrack in front of me. "This!" I pull out one of the novels. “Behind Her Eyes by Sarah Pinborough,” he said immediately, without even glancing at it. He could tell which of the books were missing by just looking at the rest on the rack. “You read it?” There's suspicion in his tone.