LOGINFive’s POVThe garden was the one place in the citadel that didn’t feel like it was watching me.No guards stationed at the corners, no omega wolves watchinv with those eyes that made my skin prickle—just soil and pale morning light and the quiet. Or as much quiet I could get. I got occasional stares and whispers from passersby. “It’s her,” a human girl had whispered, her eyes fixed on me, “it’s the King’s slave.”I’d pretended not to notice, busying myself with the soil. Mrs Bennet had assigned me here a day ago without explanation, sliding it into my duties list between polishing the east corridor sconces and preparing the King’s evening tray. I hadn’t questioned it. Gardening meant outside. Outside meant sky. Sky meant away from the king—even if for a few hours. I’d take it.I was crouched between two rows of something green and stubborn—pulling weeds with more focus than the task probably warranted—when I felt a presence behind me.“You’re doing that wrong.”I looked up, sta
Five's POV We arrived back at the citadel before sunset. I never thought being here could bring me so much relief. Too much had happened since we left. And what stood out most to me—beneath the memory of fucking myself in the presence of the king—was the fact that I’d read a dead language. A language only the King was supposed to understand. I exhaled, taking the long walk back to my room. A guard was already waiting at the door when I got there. I slowed instinctively. “Come with me,” he commanded. I hesitated, glancing around. The hallway was completely deserted. And the last time I had followed someone in a deserted hallway, it had led to a chain of events that led to her death. “Did the King command my presence?” I asked, carefully. He turned, his expression blank. “Don’t make me repeat myself, slave.” I balled my fist, but did as he said. He led me through a series of hallways, then finally, he pushed a door open. Tje room wasn’t what I’d expected. T
Five's POVI came back to myself slowly.The drug hadn't left my body fully. I could still feel it humming low under my skin, could still feel the ache between my legs—duller now but not gone, my limbs were heavy in a way that wasn't entirely exhaustion. Sunlight filtered in through the curtains, pale and grey.The King wasn't in the room, and I was grateful for that. I didn't think I could face him with the memory of what happened last night still burning in my head. I sat up slowly, my head still thick. The King had witnessed me touching myself to the thoughts of him. The humiliation burned in my veins, but beneath it was something else. He had me. I had wanted him to fuck me, yet he had restrained himself. The thought of it made something shift in my chest. Something almost warm. Then I heard it.Voices.It came from somewhere below, carried up through the floorboards in tones too sharp to be casual conversation.I didn't think. I slid off the bed, my legs unsteady, and m
Five’s POVThe room was dark.The King had gone out a while ago to do goddess knows what.I sat on the bed.Waiting.The drug hadn’t worn out yet. My skin still felt too hot, my mind too hazy, and the space between my legs…Goddess.It ached.I wanted a release—I needed a release.And my mind—my traitorous mind—kept drifting back to the king. It didn’t help that his scent was thick in the air, wrapping me in a haze of its own.I moaned—a soft, frustrated sound.Then my hand moved.It went to my neck, pressing two fingers against my hot skin.Then slowly, it trailed down. Moving past my sternum—the ghost of a touch in the space between my boobs, then down my stomach.I moaned, arching my back.Then they reached my opening, the place I needed them the most.I shut my eyes.My finger rubbed my clit, earning a gasp from my lips.The pressure was too much, the ache too deep. I circled faster, biting my lip as heat coiled low in my belly. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more—needed him.In
Five’s POVI heard a loud string of curse words behind me. My vision blurred with tears and fatigue. But I pushed through it, desperate to get out of here. I’d escaped the king. I couldn’t let a repulsive Allha breed me. I couldn’t. I pushed the back door open—And slammed straight into a rock hard chest. Warmth immediately engulfed me, familiar and almost comforting. I clung to it instinctively, refusing to let go.But the King pulled me away. I swallowed.“Now,” he started, “didn’t your time in the dungeon teach you to behave?”My throat clogged. I opened my mouth but closed it back, unable to form comprehensive words. My vision blurred with tears. The fear and adrenaline still thrummed in my veins, making it hard to focus. “I—I didn’t—” I fisted his shirt, frustrated. His eyes narrowed slightly.He studied me for a long moment, those sharp grey eyes piercing through my very soul. Then they darkened. His grip on my shoulder tightened slightly. “My King,” a soft, fem
Five's POVI didn't get the chance to process what I had just heard before Mye was pulling me to my feet again. I staggered slightly, my head feeling a bit hazy. A dull ache throbbed behind my eyes, and my limbs felt heavier with every step. I frowned, resting my hand against my forehead. "Let me show you around," Mye hummed oblivious to the growing fatigue dragging at my bones.Staying up all night on that cold floor was finally catching up to me. She pulled me out the room and towards the back of the building."How old are you?" Mye asked.I glanced at her, watching. "Eighteen."She didn't react. But something about her aura had changed. Her green eyes had hardened, and her once relaxed shoulders now seemed tense. The pack house was eerily quiet. Empty. "Where are you taking me?" I stopped in my tracks. Her grip on my wrist tightened slightly. "Didn't the facility teach you the rules?" She purred, but her voice was different now, carrying an undertone of something danger
549’s POV The forest swallowed me whole. Branches tore into my skin, as I moved, roots caught my feet—making me stumble. But I didn’t slow down, I couldn’t. The voices behind me were multiplying, flashlight beams cutting through the trees. I ran until my legs stopped working properly. Unti
549’s POV“What’re you doing?” I whispered. She didn’t respond, just kept the gun pointed at me with steady hand.Her eyes were fixed on me, cold and calculating. “Answer me!” I snapped, my throat feeling raw, my head starting to pound. “You can’t leave this place.” She finally responded, her vo
549’s POVIt was time. For the first time, I wasn’t clad in a white dress. I wore a black trouser and a black turtleneck top. It felt… thrilling, like my first real act of rebellion. I was getting out of here with my friends. We’ll find other humans, find that paradise I’d dreamed of. We’ll be
549’s POVI curled up in my bed, my head heavy, my throat sore from crying. The higher ups would punish me for not looking after myself. But I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not when everything was crumbling around me, not when my fate had been sealed. I hated it, hated the breeding facility, th







