~Ezinne~ Candice descended the staircase, clad in an outfit that left little to the imagination and sauntered into the dining room. She effortlessly ignored the collective gaze of all of us as she took the seat beside me, placing herself directly across from Xavier. Xavier didn't bother to sp
Candice stared at him in disbelief, then her expression flickered between embarrassment and cold disdain. She withdrew her hand, cooled by Xavier’s icy demeanour, and started to cut her steak. Feeling sorry for her, I said, "Xavier doesn't really like to be touched." The room fell into an un
~Ezinne~ Xavier guided the car into the gravel-strewn parking lot of a quaint guest house, nestled on the shadowy fringes of the Eclipse Pack territory. Owned by an Omega, this rustic retreat was a sanctuary for omegas and rogues, along with the occasional travellers like us who were caught in
"Oh, thank Selene," he exclaimed, his voice soddened with relief. "Red, are you alright?" Caught off guard, I reclined on the bed, allowing myself a brief respite. "Yes, I'm fine," I replied, striving to inject a casual tone into my voice. "How could you do this to me, Red? I was fucking worr
~Third Person's POV~ Xavier frantically searched throughout the entire room, delving into the restroom and rummaging through the closet, but Ezinne was nowhere to be found. He found her phone lying with its screen smashed at the foot of her bed. A deep, low growl rumbled through his chest. Crou
The man's body trembled under Xavier's grip, his voice breaking as he spoke up, "I—I was forced," he stammered, his tears mingling with the dirt smeared across his face. "By whom?" Xavier growled, his voice a low rumble that echoed through the dark forest. "Just before you and the queen
"Who sent you? Why are you doing this?" I demanded, trying to appeal to their better nature and buy some time. "Kidnapping me will only cause a war, and I’m sure none of you wants that." The man on my right chuckled darkly, shaking his head. My eyes darted to the backseat door, noting that it wasn
~Ezinne~ The driver hesitated for a moment, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. The tension in the car was heavy, as the vehicle sped towards the lone figure, the bazooka in his hands steady and unwavering. As we drew closer, the man with the bazooka stood his ground, his expression unf