*Trigger warning for this book. Murder and talk of sexual assault*I stood in blackness, darker than anything I have seen or felt before, it pulsed through me. It was me.My parent's bodies under my feet were twisted and bloodied, indicating a death that was anything but painless; I knew they fought back until the very end.Blood was the only thing that I could smell; its thick tang coated the air, coated my hands. I knew they were there, but my head was clouded, my vision blurry from the moment I stumbled upon them.Looking for them for solace, to help me, but it was too late, and I could do nothing to help them.I fell to my knees, accepting my fate. I reached for their hands, still warm from the life that was just taken from them.I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t feel.I sat there waiting to die with them, wanting to die with them.I had nothing to live for, no one else to live for. Everyone was gone.I couldn’t feel anything, but the hollowness, the complete emptiness that shook me to m

“He will reject me, please; there will be so many omegas that would want to sleep with you.” The words were clearer as I inched closer, I could smell her fear; she knew that no one was coming for her. I knew that feeling all too well.“But I want you,” That boy crooned, “And I always get what I want," He growled.I took a few more steps until I was around the corner facing the alcove where he had her.“Now,” He carried on, his voice made me shudder, “Turn around and pull up your dress for a future Alpha, or will I have to do it for you.”I took a few loud steps, and they both stared at me, the omega with tears streaming down her face. Young, I didn’t know her name actually, and the visiting Alpha’s son, whose name I never wanted to know, stared back at me.The Alpha's son gave me a lazy grin but didn’t loosen his grip on the terrified girl.“Oh, I was just going to my room. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” I looked away from them, ashamed of what I walked in on.I took a risk and made to

must have fallen asleep, but I didn’t know when. I had a fitful night of sleep, I kept waking up nervous, my heart pumping, and then found it hard to latch back onto slumber.I wanted to know what was going on. I wanted it to be morning already so that I could find out for myself.I replayed the night, again and again, noting what I could have done better for next time and retracing my steps. I was convinced that I left no evidence, but that did little to quell my nerves, or maybe it was lingering adrenaline coursing through me.Finally, dull light filtered through the windows, and even though my body felt tired and protested my dragging it out of bed, my mind was fully awake.I forced myself to take time getting showered and to make sure there was no lingering trace of blood on me. I also didn’t want to show up to breakfast too early, everything had to be as it was yesterday, well, without the visiting Alpha’s son there.That thought curled my lips upwards, and I might have been wor

Everything seemed to settle down in the next few days. At least, I didn’t hear of any new developments, and like the ignorant assholes they were, The Alpha and Luna seemed to forget about the incident completely. You know, the small incident of an allied Alpha’s only son getting murdered inside your packhouse..probably nothing to worry about. I spent time in the kitchens, idly arranging flowers there and listening to the gossip of the omegas. But that’s all it was, gossip. There weren’t any new developments, thankfully, no evidence. The visiting Alpha and Luna left with their son’s body. I was still waiting to hear if they found anything, but if Alpha Raymond got a call about it, he didn’t share it in front of me.I brushed my hair idly in the mirror, resuming my nightly position before Alice came in and helped me brush it again before dinner. I wondered if she was smarter than she let on if she was a spy for them. She never asked questions, though, and never seemed to notice anythi

The place was quiet, eerily so. The kind of quiet you only got after a night of activity and a rush of adrenaline felt by all. I debated using the window, but there were too many extra warriors around. Besides, I was more shielded under the mask I created—a terrified shell of a girl looking for water and comfort after a trying night of mysterious death. No one was outside the door and no sound at all in the hallway. I didn’t bring a light source; instead ran a hand along the familiar corridors. I didn’t waste my time here. The past few years were spent memorizing, learning, and planning. I knew this place better than anyone. I spent days walking the packhouse before I was allowed out of it. I counted the stairs, memorized the turns, knew the feel of the hallway when it curved slightly, telling me I was about to reach another alcove. I could walk this place with my eyes closed, and I have done it before.No one was downstairs, not even nurses, but who needed to guard a dead man anyw