Nobela ni Eccentric

KILLIAN'S POVI woke with metal biting into my wrists and an empty space inside my mind. For one terrible second, I forgot everything except the silence where Jordan should have been, and my body jerked against the chair before I remembered his face in the strategy room. “If the bond disappears, you don't assume I'm dead.” I closed my eyes and repeated, “Silence doesn't mean he's dead.”“Good,” Vale said from somewhere to my left. “Hold on to that thought.”I forced my eyes open and found him standing beside a table covered with medical equipment. Two wolves I did not recognize were working behind him, checking glass containers filled with dark liquid, while I sat strapped to a metal chair in the middle of what looked like an old treatment room.“Kidnapping is an interesting addition to your medical practice,” I said. Vale barely looked at me as he replied, “Do not fight the restraints. The suppressor has weakened your healing ability.” I tested the metal around my wrist and asked, “W

JORDAN'S POVI could not feel Killian.The silence inside me was so complete that the clinic disappeared for several seconds. I forgot Vale standing in the upstairs window and Reef waiting behind me. There was only the empty place where Killian had always been since the convergence pulled us together.“Jordan,” Lorenzo said as his hand closed around my shoulder. “Is he alive?”I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.Killian had made me promise.“If the bond disappears, you don't assume I'm dead.”“He's alive,” I whispered.Lorenzo's fingers tightened as he asked, “Can you feel him?”“No,” I admitted.“Then how do you know?” Lorenzo demanded.“Because I promised him,” I replied.I repeated the words silently until my breathing slowed. Through the upstairs window, Vale remained beside Killian's unconscious body, watching us as though he knew exactly what the silence was doing to me.“We go in,” Reef said.Mara immediately shook her head and replied, “The underground treatment rooms cou

LORENZO'S POV“No,” I said before Killian finished reading the message. He looked up from the paper, but I was already shaking my head. “Absolutely not. Sending you alone to an address chosen by hardliners is not strategy. It is stupidity dressed as courage.”“Nobody is actually sending him alone,” Jordan replied. I turned toward him and asked, “Did the message suddenly become unclear?” Jordan folded his arms and said, “Mara can guide us through their communication methods, Reef can set a perimeter, and I can stay connected to Killian through the convergence.”“The convergence they may be able to suppress?” I asked. Jordan's mouth closed. I stepped closer and added, “Have you forgotten the stolen medical kit?” Jordan sighed and admitted, “No.” I asked, “If they reproduced the suppressor, can they silence the bond?” He hesitated before replying, “Possibly.”“Then why are we still discussing this?” I demanded.“Because I am standing here,” Killian said. I looked at him, and he continued

KILLIAN'S POVI did not remember deciding to leave Eli's room. One moment, I was staring at the words written across the empty compartment, and the next, Jordan's hand closed around my wrist before I reached the corridor. “Let go,” I told him, but Jordan tightened his grip and replied, “No.”“Jordan, I mean it,” I warned. Jordan stepped closer and said, “So do I.” Lorenzo shut the bedroom door behind us and added, “If you run now, I will personally drag you back by the neck.” I stared at both of them and asked, “Do neither of you understand what that message means?”“We understand,” Jordan replied. I pulled my wrist from his hand and argued, “Someone entered Eli's room, stole a medical kit Vale prepared for the exact moment your Anchor ability disappears and left a message naming me. What part of that sounds like I should stay beside you?”“The part where they want you to leave,” Mara answered. She stood near the wardrobe, studying the blood instead of me. “If they could simply take y

JORDAN'S POVI kept staring at Eli's name on the access record, waiting for my mind to connect it to everything we had discovered. It refused. Eli stood near the table without reaching for the paper or asking to see it, and somehow his silence made the room feel worse.Killian moved closer to me while Lorenzo walked to the cottage door and stood in front of it. Reef looked directly at Eli and asked, “Why did you visit Vale six times and never mention it?”Eli exhaled slowly before answering, “Because the meetings were private.” Killian's jaw tightened as he asked, “That was not the question.” Eli looked at him and replied, “Yes, I visited Vale. No, it had nothing to do with the splinter group.”“Then what did you discuss?” I asked. Eli finally looked at me and said, “You.” My stomach tightened as he continued, “Vale contacted me shortly after Mara arrived. He asked about the oldest Anchor, Reef's bloodline and how your ability reacted whenever another connection joined the convergence

KILLIAN'S POVI read Vale's final sentence three times. By the third, the words had stopped looking real, but their meaning had not improved. “The convergence was never created to destroy the Anchor. It was created to replace him—and Killian is the one they intend to use,” I read again.Jordan looked at Lorenzo and asked, “Can an Anchor be replaced?” Lorenzo shook his head immediately and replied, “Not according to anything Vael taught us.” Eli moved closer as Lorenzo added, “The oldest Anchor said the same thing. Anchor blood is inherited. It passes through a bloodline. You cannot hand it to someone else.”“Vale didn't say transfer,” Mara said. She had returned to the older files and was reading with her finger moving beneath each line. Reef frowned and asked, “What difference does that make?” Mara looked up and replied, “A large one. He said replace.”I dropped the report onto the table and asked, “You want to explain that without making it sound worse?” Mara closed the file and sai

LIAM’S POVThree days!It had been three whole days since that night in the bathroom, and Cole hadn't looked at me once. He hadn't snarled, he hadn't insulted me, he hadn't even looked in my direction. He just... vanished. Like a ghost in his own house.I sat in the music room, my fingers trailing over the piano keys. My mind wasn't on the music. It was on him. The way his lips felt against mine. The desperation in his touch. The way he looked at me before he ran away like a fucking coward."Focus, Liam," I scolded myself, slamming the keys. A loud sound echoed through the room, matching the chaos in my head.I couldn't take it anymore. The silence was louder than his insults ever were and now, I think I prefer his insults to this.I stood up, my chair scratching loudly against the floor. I needed answers. I needed to know if I was crazy or if what happened was real.I marched upstairs to his room. My heart was pounding against my ribs, threatening to force it's way out. I raised my

COLE’S POVThe bass of the club music pounded against my skull, but it wasn't loud enough to burn out the thoughts in my head.Liam, that name, that soul.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face. I saw the fear in his eyes when I broke his violin. I saw the confusion when I saved him at the bar. And worst of all, I saw the blood on his lip, the blood I badly wanted to taste."Another round?" the bartender asked."No," I spat, pushing the glass away. "It tastes like trash." I scorned.I threw a stack of cash on the counter and just stormed out. The night air was cold, but my blood was boiling hot. I was fucking Cole Brooks. I had everything. Money, power, the world at my feet. So why did I feel like I was suffocating for a small rat?And why was he the only thing that made the air feel breathable away from the pressure from the dad?Damn it man! I may go crazy!I drove home, my hands firmly pressing against the wheel until my fingers turned white. I needed to sleep. I needed to for

LIAM’S POV"Hey, pretty boy! Play something for me!"The voice was taunting and heavy with the stench of alcohol. I tried to ignore it, focusing on my violin strings. My fingers trembled slightly, but I forced them to move. I needed this money. I needed to fix my violin. I couldn't ask him for help. Not after what he did."I said play!" Another voice slammed.A glass bottle smashed against the wall right next to my head.Jeez! My heart skipped a beat and I stopped playing. The bar went silent."What's wrong? You scared?" the drunk man sneered, stumbling toward the small stage. He was huge, his face folded into a scowl that made my soul tremble."Please, sir, I don't want any trouble," I said, my voice shaking as I couldn't even look him in the eye."I'll show you trouble!" he roared and lunged at me.I closed my eyes, preparing myself for the impact and planning a counter.But what I heard was a loud thud against the wall and somehow, I was still standing.I opened my eyes and my bre

COLE’S POV"You call this a quarterly report?!"The thick file slammed against the desk, the sound echoing like thunder in the silent office. My father, the great Lucas Brooks, stood over me, his face twisted into a scowl of pure disappointment and my heart skipped a beat."I... I did my best, sir," I muttered, my jaw clenched so hard my teeth hurt."Your best isn't good enough, Cole!" he roared, his voice shaking the whole place. "You are my heir. You are supposed to be a king, not a disappointment. Fix it, or don't bother coming home tonight." He spat coldly and just headed out.I didn't say a word. I just grabbed the file, my fingers pale. I hated him. I hated this life. I hated the golden cage he locked me in, because I surely wasn't enjoying anything, I was in a damn prison.I stormed out of the office, my heart racing with a mix of rage and shame. I needed to break something. I needed to make someone else feel as small as I felt right now.I drove home, my hands pressing the st

LIAM’S POV"The hell is this?!" I screamed, my voice heavy and shaking as I stared at the mess on the sidewalk.Everything, my clothes, my books, my whole life, tossed out like garbage all over the place.I don't deserve this. Mr Gorge stood tall by the side, struggling with the padlock to my door.I walked up to him and he finally turned to me, his face grim and without pity."I'm sorry, kid. You missed three payments. I don't run a charity here," the landlord spat from the doorway, and his face folded into thick scowl of disgust."But I told you I'd pay next week!" I cried, my fists clenched and my heart racing already. I was fighting the urge to not cry. "I have a gig coming up!" I tried to explain, but he wasn't interested and just shrugged."Save it," he snarled and slammed the door in my face.I stood there, trembling. My heart was shattered. It was as if the world has crumbled now and to worsen it, rain started pouring, just to mock me. Perfect. Just perfect. I had nowhere t