Deux's POV
"Deux, you've been quiet for a while." Champ's voice cut through the silence as I drove, eyes locked on the vehicle ahead of us.
We were tailing Uncle Crest.
Although... could I even call him "Uncle" anymore? Was that title still fitting for a monster like him?
After all the unspeakable things he did to our family?
"Sorry, Champ. Just... a lot on my mind," I replied, keeping my voice steady as my grip tightened on the steering wheel. My eyes didn't leave the road—or the shadow of the car we were following.
I took a deep breath, and thank the stars above, there it was—the soothing scent of lavender. Champ. His presence alone was the only thing anchoring me to sanity right now.
If it weren't for him...
I probably would've already slammed on the gas, crashed into Crest's car, dragged him out, and snapped his neck.
But I couldn't. Not yet. Not when Crest was our only lead to finding Doctor Henry—the one person who might still be able to save my father's life.
"I get it, Deux." Champ's voice softened as he reached over and placed his hand gently on my thigh. "I feel you. I'm here. Always."
A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips, and I gave him a slight nod. Because no matter how twisted this world got, no matter what chaos unraveled in front of me... I had him.
One soul in this entire realm that I knew—knew—would never leave me.
Someone I never thought would become the most important person in my life.
Someone I didn't think I could live without.
"What do you think, Deux?" Champ asked suddenly, "Why did Crest do all this? What could've driven him?"
I exhaled slowly. "He was always looked down on. My father treated him like a defective Alpha. Trash. Even my grandfather didn't spare him any respect. I think... I think that built something inside him. Something dark. He wanted revenge."
"But the rage... the hate. It's too much," Champ muttered, shaking his head with a sigh. "They're brothers, and yet they can't find it in themselves to love one another. Unlike my father and Uncle Henry. I still remember, my dad treats Uncle Henry like a five-year-old, even though they're both old."
Silence fell for a moment. Champ's hand remained on my thigh, and he kept his gaze on the road ahead.
"Champ..." I murmured, my voice softer, "If you ever met your sibling... and they turned out to be the villain in your story—what would you do?"
A weird feeling crept into my chest. I had a suspicion. A gut feeling.
And in my heart, I already knew who Champ's sibling was.
Champ pouted slightly, resting his head on my arm with a yawn. "If they were evil... I'd want to understand why. I don't want to become like Crest and your dad. I'd try to understand them. Maybe we'd even team up. After all, we came from the same Omega mother—even if we have different Alpha fathers."
I nodded, eyes narrowing on the road once more.
I couldn't be wrong. Alaric's other child... it had to be Silver.
Silver wouldn't have let Alaric go without reason. He wouldn't have infiltrated the Omega Secret Facility unless he knew something. That guy—he was always unreadable, hard to gauge. But the way he looked at Alaric back then? That wasn't just casual curiosity.
That was longing.
Pain.
Recognition.
"Champ," I said slowly, "if you had to guess—who do you think your sibling is?"
Champ grinned and took a long breath. "What if it's you, huh, Deux? Wouldn't that be hilarious?"
He said it so calmly, eyes fluttering shut like he was already half-asleep.
"If we were siblings... well, there's nothing we could do about it. But that would be really unfortunate," I answered dryly.
"Yeah. I'd honestly throw up," he chuckled. "After everything we've done? Nope. No thank you."
"So... you wouldn't love me anymore?" I teased.
"Unconditionally? Yes. Romantically? Hell no," he quipped, half-asleep now.
"If we were siblings, who would you choose to replace me?" I asked, voice low.
Champ snorted a laugh but didn't open his eyes. "No one. I'd just grow old alone. Because there's no one else like you."
I glanced at him—at his peaceful, soft expression, his head nestled against my arm like it belonged there.
I reached out and ran my fingers gently through his hair, careful not to wake him.
"We're the same, Champ," I whispered. "You're the first and last that I'll ever love. No one else."
"Better make sure of that," he mumbled, almost in a dream, "or I'll have to order your heart to kill itself."
I let out a quiet laugh and shook my head, turning my attention back to the road.
He stayed curled up on my arm, completely passed out, still wearing that ridiculous silver gown I refused for him to take off. He looked like a queen napping on the shoulder of his king and I like this view.
And if this world tried to tear us apart, I'd burn it all down.
For him.
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"We're here, Champ... time to wake up," I said gently, brushing his hair back as I lightly tapped the side of his head.
"Mmmm..." he groaned in protest, shifting slightly like a cat being nudged from a sunbeam. Then, without warning, he wrapped his arms around mine and buried his face in my bicep, using it like a pillow.
"Five more minutes..." he mumbled, voice drowsy and sweetly defiant.
I smirked. "Do you think Doctor Henry has five minutes to spare?"
At that, his eyes flew open like someone had flipped a switch. He bolted upright, fully alert in an instant.
"Why didn't you say so?! Let's go!" he exclaimed, blinking rapidly as his gaze shot forward.
In front of us loomed a decrepit warehouse, a building so forgotten it looked like the last place on earth anyone would dare approach. Its walls were cracked and crumbling, windows either shattered or completely boarded up, rust staining its metal skeleton like dried blood. It reeked of abandonment and secrets.
And yet—it was here. This was the place. This was where Crest had parked his car.
I had made sure to keep our vehicle hidden, tucked behind the thick underbrush at the edge of the broken concrete lot. We couldn't risk being seen. Not yet.
"There he is, Deux!" Champ hissed beside me, eyes narrowing as we watched Crest step out of his vehicle.
Crest glanced around, suspicious, paranoid—like a wolf who knows other wolves are watching.
"Crest is terrifying now," Champ muttered, clutching the edge of his gown. "He's so unstable. He almost marked and—" he hesitated, voice dropping, "impregnated me. Back during that victory party..."
I froze.
"What did you say?" My voice dropped into a dangerous growl as I whipped my head toward him, eyes blazing. "He did what to you?"
"Deux—calm down!" Champ said quickly, lifting his hands in alarm. "It didn't happen. Jiggs showed up just in time and stopped it."
My fists clenched around the steering wheel, knuckles white. My breath came in short, harsh bursts as the red haze of fury began to cloud my vision.
He tried to force himself on my Omega?
He tried to mark him?
Impregnate him?
I would kill him. No second thoughts. No mercy.
"Deux..." Champ whispered softly, reaching out with both hands and taking hold of my left hand. "Look at me."
Reluctantly, I turned to him, my chest rising and falling with the weight of my rage. But his eyes—those deep, unwavering eyes—met mine with such calm, such warmth, that it made something inside me falter.
He could feel it. My anger. My need for blood.
But he didn't shrink away.
He soothed me.
"Deux, breathe," he murmured, running his thumbs gently over my knuckles. "I'm okay. Nothing happened. You didn't fail me. You're here. That's enough. Let your heart rest now."
And as I stared at him—really looked at him—I felt it.
The fury that had threatened to consume me... faded.
Like smoke drifting out of a broken lantern, it vanished into the air, leaving behind only the steady thump of my heartbeat and the comforting warmth of his touch.
Could this be one of his abilities as an Omega? A subconscious calming aura? Or... maybe he was simply learning to harness it—bit by bit, without even realizing it.
Then he said it.
Soft. Steady. Undeniable.
"No other being will ever touch me the way you do, Deux. No one else has the right. My body... belongs to you. Only you. And if I carry a child, it will be yours. No one else's."
His words hit me harder than any physical blow. My throat tightened, heart squeezed. I placed my other hand over his, cradling them both.
What did I do to deserve him?
But gods, I would never let him go.
"Let's go," Champ said with a calm smile, "It's time to save Uncle Henry."
Something about his voice surprised me—it wasn't snarky, or commanding, or playful. It was gentle. Grounded. In this moment, he wasn't yelling or teasing, like he usually would have. He was grounding me.
And then, just as I reached for the door handle, he did something completely unexpected.
He leaned forward, rose onto his knees, and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.
My breath caught.
He smiled afterward like he hadn't just lit my entire soul on fire.
"Come on, Deux," he said, a playful twinkle now dancing in his eyes.
And just like that, he had me—hook, line, and soul.
Even in a world falling apart... he was my center.
My reason to keep going.
And as I opened the door and stepped out into the cold wind whipping across the warehouse yard, I silently vowed:
Crest won't lay a finger on him again.
Even if I had to die to make sure of it.
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We were inside the warehouse now.
The silence was suffocating.
Every step we took was calculated, every breath shallow. Champ and I kept our distance, staying just far enough that Crest wouldn't catch our scent—but close enough to keep our eyes on him. We tracked him like shadows, ghosts in a dying building.
He moved like something broken—each step disjointed, twitchy, like a puppet with its strings tangled. His eyes darted to every corner, every crack in the wall, every whisper of wind that brushed through the shattered windows. There was nothing fluid or natural in the way he walked anymore.
He was spiraling.
No—he was already gone.
I could feel it. So could Champ. We didn't speak, but I could sense it in the way he clung to my arm, his breath slowing to match mine as we stalked the monster ahead.
Crest was muttering to himself. Laughing. Talking to someone who wasn't there.
"Deux... is he... insane?" Champ whispered, voice trembling.
"Looks like it," I said, unable to tear my eyes away from Crest.
Maybe madness had eaten his mind. Or maybe... it was his mind all along that had eaten everything else.
We followed him into a pitch-black chamber near the heart of the warehouse. It was the only room he entered without hesitation.
"That has to be it," I whispered. "Doctor Henry is in there."
"I feel it too," Champ nodded. "Should we charge in? Or wait?"
"If you ask me... I'd end him now and not think twice."
"I really shouldn't have asked," Champ muttered, shaking his head. "Let's go."
We pushed forward, stepping into the dark. I flipped the switch.
Light flooded the room—cold, industrial, flickering slightly above crates, broken machinery, rusted equipment that looked like it had been abandoned for decades.
"Deux," Champ said warily, "there's nothing here."
My gut twisted. "Did he... trick us?"
Then—a voice slithered through the air behind us.
"Well, well. The King and Queen of Aurivelle, gracing me with their royal presence."
We spun around.
Crest stood at the entrance, blocking the only way out, his silhouette lit by the flickering hallway bulb.
His grin was stretched too wide—skin pulled tight over bones like a mask stitched in place. It wasn't human. It wasn't sane.
"You even dressed for the occasion," he cackled. "How thoughtful. Such pretty outfits... for your own funeral."
"You bastard," I growled, stepping forward, ready to lunge—
"Ah-ah," Crest wagged a finger, his smile widening. "Kill me now, and you'll never see your precious Doctor Henry again. Such a shame. Your dear dying father... all for nothing. Then again, maybe it's better that way. The afterlife would suit them. Let them finish their little secret love affair in peace."
I froze.
"What did you say?" My voice was low, dangerous.
Crest's eyes gleamed like knives in the dark. "You didn't know?" he hissed. "It's a secret! Of course you didn't. Isn't it hilarious?" His grin cracked wider, eyes bulging. "Your father, Theron... and Henry... they were lovers."
The silence hit like a dagger.
I felt Champ's hand tremble in mine.
"Why else would Theron let Henry live? Why else would he walk free in Aurivelle when every other enemy is hunted down like prey? He was protected. Because he was cherished."
My chest tightened. I looked at Champ. His face was pale, eyes searching mine.
"Crest..." Champ finally spoke, voice hollow, "Why? Why are you doing this? He's your brother. The Alpha King. Why tear him down?"
Crest tilted his head, eyes wide with frenzied amusement.
"Because justice, little prince," he said with a giggle. "Because in front of me stand the cursed children of two betraying bloodlines. The spawn of treachery. I find it poetic. That you two—you two—would fall for each other, when your parents destroyed one another."
I gripped Champ's hand tighter. I tried to say it with my touch alone.
Don't let him in. Don't listen to him.
Champ squeezed back.
"I wonder, Champ," Crest continued, circling us slowly like a predator, "do you even know the truth about your father? About Voder?"
We stayed silent.
"Theron stole the throne from him," Crest hissed. "He schemed, manipulated... used Alaric as a pawn to murder Voder's father. Blamed him. Branded him a beast. A killer. Theron gained the Council's trust, took the crown, and drove Voder into exile... all while pretending to be the hero."
Shock rippled through me. This... this I never knew.
Champ stood frozen, eyes glazed, lips parted like he was struggling to breathe.
"Don't listen to him," I whispered. "He's trying to break you."
Crest's voice rose like a crescendo, dark, triumphant. "Your mother was locked in a cage like an animal! Your father hunted like prey! You couldn't live your life normally. And meanwhile, little Deux here—pampered, adored, dressed as royalty while your family starved in shadows!"
Champ's hand slipped from mine.
I turned, heart pounding.
He wasn't looking at Crest anymore.
He was breathing hard, eyes closed.
"Champ," I said quickly. "Don't let him twist you. He's poisoning your mind."
But Crest wasn't done.
"Oh, the irony," he purred. "While you were hiding, terrified to reveal who you are... Deux paraded around his Alpha-ness. He doesn't care who gets crushed under his boots, as long as he ends up on top. You know what I think? His wealth... his title... they should've been yours."
"That's enough!" I shouted. "You won't infect him the way you infected my father!"
Crest's laugh was sharp, cutting. "Tell me, Champ. Do you really think Deux is different from Theron? Isn't it funny? Theron tried to control Alaric by marking him. Tried to dominate him, to claim his power. Isn't it obvious how Deux now wants to mark you, you, the strongest Omega in the realm? History repeats itself, doesn't it?"
"Shut up!" I snapped. "You're lying!"
"No," Crest said calmly, "I'm just the only one who tells the truth."
The room went still.
Champ took a long breath... and opened his eyes.
They were steady. Calm. Burning with clarity.
"Are you done talking, Crest?" he asked.
Crest blinked. "What?"
"Are you finished playing with my mind?" Champ continued. "Did you really think this would work?"
Crest's face contorted.
"What are you suggesting? That none of this matters to you? That you don't care what his father did to your family? Think, Champ! Don't be a fool! You could rule—no, you should rule! Deux will use you just like his father used Alaric!"
Champ smiled.
It was cold. Confident.
And devastatingly beautiful.
Crest screamed.
"You arrogant little whore! You think this is a joke?! You think you can laugh while everything I suffered through is—!"
But Champ didn't flinch. He just stared.
And that infuriated Crest even more.
"What the hell is so funny?!" Crest snarled, his voice echoing through the warehouse like a jagged blade slicing through steel.
Champ didn't flinch. He simply lifted his chin and smiled—calm, confident, and impossibly beautiful in the face of madness. He reached up and tilted his head slightly, revealing the unmistakable mark on his neck—my mark.
"Maybe you forgot, Crest..." Champ said, his tone a delicate mix of sweetness and threat. "But I can feel Deux. I can hear him. I know what he thinks, what he feels... so don't insult me by suggesting he's deceiving me."
He took a graceful step forward, the silver fabric of his gown catching the light like moonlight over water.
"I'm not the idiot Omega you think I am. I don't get fooled that easily."
Then—he turned to me and grinned.
"And if Deux ever did betray me... he knows exactly what I'd do."
"Oh, I know," I said with a faint smirk, stepping closer to him. "And I'd gladly let you break me if it came to that, my love."
"Ugh! Disgusting!" Crest spat, practically gagging. "In that case—there's no helping you two anymore!"
Then it hit us—a wave of scent. Powerful, musky, suffocating.
Dozens of Alpha males. Mixed with the colder, sharper presence of Betas.
One by one, they stepped into the light from every corner of the warehouse—emerging from shadows, behind crates, from hidden doors. Crest had brought an entire army.
They surrounded us.
A trap. A perfectly laid, grotesquely theatrical trap.
"Champ! Deux!"
A faint cry echoed across the room—barely audible, but desperate and familiar.
We froze. Our eyes snapped to each other in horror.
"That's Uncle Henry!" Champ whispered, his voice catching.
"I hear him too," I said. "He's here. He's close."
"Can you hear me? I'm here! Help me!" Doctor Henry's voice rang out again—weak, hoarse, but unmistakable. I could feel the strain in it, the agony of someone calling from the edge of death.
"That damn Henry!" Crest hissed, baring his teeth. "I knew I should've gagged him!"
"Where is he, Crest?" Champ demanded, his voice ice cold.
"Ohhh, I'm not telling," Crest sing-songed, grinning like a child guarding a secret.
"Coward!" Champ barked.
But Crest only chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting like broken glass. "You better hurry... because your precious Uncle Henry doesn't have long."
His voice dipped into a sinister whisper.
"There's a rope holding him up, you see. Slowly unraveling... thread by thread. And when it snaps? Bam! He falls. Right into a pit of blades I've prepared—every one sharp enough to slice through bone. Your Uncle Henry's life is literally hanging by a thread."
He laughed. Laughed. As if he were talking about a party trick instead of a man's death.
"I'll leave you here," he added with sick delight, "to be entertained by these lovely Alpha and Beta warriors. While you waste your time and strength fighting them off, Henry's life will bleed away, second by second."
He turned his back to us then, stretching like a man preparing for a coronation.
"I have somewhere to be," he said with a flourish. "The throne won't crown itself. The people are waiting to see me being the new Alpha King of Aurivelle."
He was delirious.
Unhinged.
Monstrous.
"I will be Alpha King by the next sunrise. And no one—no one—can stop me now!"
And with that, Crest vanished into the shadows—gone.
But the danger didn't leave with him.
The Alphas and Betas around us snarled low in their throats, muscles tightening, ready to strike. There were too many to count—rows of broad shoulders, cold glares, and the bloodlust of beasts trained to kill.
I stepped in front of Champ, shielding him instinctively.
"Champ," I said, my voice steady and sharp, "go. Find Doctor Henry. Get to him before the rope breaks. Don't waste a second."
"What about you?" he asked, eyes wide with worry.
"I've got them," I said simply. "Go!"
He hesitated—but only for a breath. Then he nodded firmly, lifting the hem of his gown as he turned and sprinted toward the sound of Henry's cries.
I watched him for just a moment—his silhouette framed in the light like a war-bound angel.
"Be safe, my queen," I whispered.
Then I turned to the crowd.
The snarls grew louder. Feet shifted. Muscles tensed.
They were circling now.
I cracked my neck and stretched my arms, loosening up like I was about to enter a dance—because that's exactly what this was.
A deadly waltz.
I tilted my head and smiled, something sharp and dangerous burning in my chest.
"Well?" I said, my voice a growl. "Are you ready to play?"
They lunged at once—an avalanche of fury and fists.
And I met them head-on.
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Champ's POV
"Uncle Henry! Can you hear me?! Answer me!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the cold, endless halls of the warehouse. I ran like a queen fleeing an assassination attempt—gown hiked up in one hand, heels clacking violently against concrete, heart pounding in my throat.
"I don't know where I am!" Uncle Henry called faintly, his voice strained. "Just follow my voice!"
"Keep talking!" I cried. "Say anything! Just keep going—I'll follow your voice!"
"I'm here, Champ! Keep coming!"
My silver gown shimmered with every stride, dragging slightly behind me like a trail of stardust. It was beautiful, ridiculous, and a complete nightmare to run in. And don't even get me started on the heels. Why, oh why, didn't Deux and I change before coming to this hellhole?
But there was no time to regret.
No time to breathe.
Because I wasn't alone anymore.
Behind me—heavy footsteps. Growls. The scent of sweat, lust, and danger.
I turned slightly—Alpha males. Betas, too. Dozens of them. And they were chasing me.
"Don't run, pretty boy!" one of them snarled. "Wearing that gown? Makes it easier to strip you."
"You'll taste even better than you look," another growled. "We'll enjoy every inch of you even if you are a guy."
My blood turned to ice.
But I kept running.
Because Uncle Henry's life was in danger.
"Champ!" his voice rang again. "The rope's starting to tear!"
Damn it!
I pushed myself harder, legs aching, heels wobbling. I barely noticed the pain anymore. But just as I turned a corner—more of them appeared. Alpha males. Beta males. From the front this time.
I skidded to a stop.
They surrounded me.
Each direction. Every exit. Gone.
The scent of testosterone was thick, choking. The looks in their eyes weren't just predatory—they were inhuman.
"You think you can take us on?" one Alpha sneered, his bare chest heaving. "You're delicate. Soft. Beautiful. Weak."
I closed my eyes.
Took a breath.
Then opened them—burning.
"I said," I growled, raising my voice like a command from the gods themselves, "kneel. All of you."
They stared at me... and then they laughed.
This is embarrassing!
How can I command them with my Omega ability? How can I do it consciously?
"Kneel to you?" an Alpha spat. "You should be the one kneeling—on all fours. Pleasing us one by one."
"Disgusting," I snapped. "Uncle—I'm delayed! These foul excuses for men are blocking my way!"
"Be careful, Champ!" Henry called out. "I'll keep shouting. Just find me!"
The moment I turned back, they lunged.
The first Alpha reached for me—fast, strong, sure of himself. But I twisted around him, caught his head, and slammed him into the ground.
Hard.
The floor cracked beneath the impact.
One of the Betas whistled. "Well damn. A dainty princess who hits like a warlord."
"Fierce ones are always the most fun to break," another said with a sick smile. "Once we tie you down, your screams'll be music."
I saw red.
Another charged—I dropped low, swept his legs out from under him, and while he was still mid-fall, I stomped down on his back with my heel.
He shrieked.
I didn't flinch.
"Let me be clear," I said, my voice razor-sharp. "I may be in heels. I may be in a gown. But I'm not the one who should be scared right now."
They paused.
Even the bravest of them... hesitated.
My heel dug into the Alpha's back. He groaned beneath me.
Weaponized fashion. Not bad.
But I couldn't waste more time.
Why... why couldn't I use my Omega ability to command them?
"Why can't I control them like my mother does?" I muttered, frustrated. "Why can't I just say 'kneel' and make them drop?"
I pointed at one of them. "Kneel!" I shouted.
Nothing.
The others laughed harder.
I smacked my hand like it was a broken wand, hoping something would spark. "Come on, stupid ability, work already!"
"Uncle!" I yelled, still surrounded, heart racing. "How do I use my Omega power?! I need to command them!"
"Focus, Champ!" Henry called out. "You have to channel your emotions through your aura!"
"I don't know what that means!"
They charged again.
(Snap!)
(Smack!)
(Crush!)
"I'm talking to my uncle! Stop interrupting me!" I screamed as I dodged and fought, heels slamming, gown flaring around me like a battle cape.
I was spinning, striking, ducking, stomping—fighting for my life in a gown and heels.
Elegant.
Furious.
Deadly.
But I couldn't concentrate. Not while they were clawing at me. Not while every step cost me seconds—seconds Uncle Henry didn't have.
What am I doing wrong?
What did my mother do differently?
He was always calm, always graceful... and yet when he spoke, the room obeyed.
Maybe that was the secret.
Maybe—
I need to find that power in me. The one that doesn't need rage. Doesn't need screaming.
Just presence.
But gods... maybe I also just need a proper Omega lesson from my mom.
I dodged another swing and thought...
Next time, I'm coming in pants and flats.
But first—I had to survive this.
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I heard the chaos before I saw it—loud crashes, screams of agony, bodies hitting walls like ragdolls.
I turned, breath catching.
The Alpha and Beta males that had been chasing me... were being hurled through the air like playthings. Something—no, someone—was tearing through them like a hurricane of vengeance.
My heart swelled the moment I saw him.
"Deux!" I cried, almost breathless with relief.
There he was—his jaw tight, eyes blazing, every step radiating fury and purpose as he bulldozed his way toward me, knocking enemies aside with effortless brutality.
"I felt you needed me, my queen," he said, not breaking stride. "And when my queen is in danger, I come."
He grabbed a Beta lunging at him and slammed him into the wall with a sickening crack.
"I'll handle this. Go. Save Doctor Henry."
The others hesitated—frozen.
Then Deux's voice dropped into something cold, unshakable, terrifying.
"Which of you said you wanted to touch my queen? Who said you'd use his body?"
The silence was instant.
Then... they pointed at each other.
Deux's aura darkened.
"All of you? Then all of you will die."
He stepped forward. His presence surged—oppressive, like gravity had tripled in the room.
The Alphas and Betas collapsed to their knees, blood dripping from their noses, eyes wide with primal fear. His aura alone was crushing them.
He was a king—no, a god of wrath in that moment.
And I?
I took my chance and ran.
The cries grew louder as I neared the back of the warehouse. A single door. A faint voice.
"Champ!" Uncle Henry called out. "I'm still here!"
I threw open the door.
And froze.
He hung from the ceiling like a spider's prey, wrapped tightly in ropes from chest to ankles, head drooped, only his neck free to move. Below him—blades. Dozens of them. Razor-sharp and gleaming. The rope above was already fraying, thread by thread.
One wrong move, one more second—he'd fall and be torn to pieces.
"Uncle Henry!" I gasped.
His eyes widened, unsure whether to laugh or cry. "C-Champ?! What in the world are you wearing?"
"Don't ask!" I snapped, cheeks burning. "This gown's had a long day. Just hold on—I'll get you down!"
The rope snapped lower, and his body dipped with a jolt. He screamed, legs jerking in panic.
"Uncle, I... I can't untie you in time!" My voice trembled. "I'm sorry if what I'm gonna do next will hurt you—but pain is better than death!"
"I'm ready!" he yelled, bracing himself.
The rope gave way.
And I launched myself forward, leapt into the air, and kicked him mid-fall—sending him flying sideways away from the blades. He crashed into the wall with a thud.
"Ack!" he groaned.
"Uncle!" I gasped, rushing to him. "Are you okay?"
"I think you broke my spine!"
He winced, breathing heavily... then looked at me.
And smiled.
Tears shimmered in his eyes. "I'm just... so happy to see you again, Champ. I thought it was the end. I thought I'd die here without ever seeing you again."
I dropped to my knees, hands trembling as I began tearing away the ropes. "I wasn't going to let that happen. I'm not letting you die without seeing Mom again."
"Alaric?" he said softly, stunned. "You are with him now?"
"Yes. He's in Veydith. Waiting for you."
A tremble ran through him. "Thank the stars..."
I gave him a sharp slap on the shoulder. "Though, I'm mad at you, Uncle!"
"W-what? Why?"
"You lied!" I sobbed, hands fumbling at the knots. "You told me my father was dead."
He fell silent.
Took a long, pained breath.
"I'm sorry, Champ. I... I had to. It was your father's wish. Brother made me promise not to let you search for him. He thought it was the only way to keep you safe."
The last rope fell away.
I flung my arms around him.
Tears streamed down my face.
"Thank you," I whispered. "For everything. For raising me. For fighting. For loving me even when I wasn't your own son."
He wrapped his arms around me tightly and stroked my back, his own breath uneven.
"I made a promise to your father," he whispered. "To love you the way he loved and cared for me. Even though I was only a Beta... he protected me. So in return, I vowed to protect you. Because you are his son, and I owed him everything."
I choked on a sob. "I don't know what I'd do if you died. I can't imagine a world where you're not in it. I love you, Uncle. I love you so much."
He pulled back just enough to cup my face, his own eyes glassy.
"My heart... it feels so light now, Champ. Like it's floating in the clouds. Is this... what your Omega power feels like?"
I blinked, confused. "Omega power?"
"It's called Omega's Tranquility," he said. "A rare gift. Your emotions calmed mine—washed away my fear. You've awakened it."
"But... I don't know how to use it at will," I said, frustrated. "It just happened."
He chuckled gently. "You will. One day, you'll command it like a true king."
Then... he looked at me, suddenly serious.
"Champ... I have to tell you something. Something important."
"What is it?"
He met my eyes. And breathed out the words like a secret too heavy to carry.
"I know who your brother is."
My heart stopped.
"Who?" I whispered.
"Same Omega mother. Different Alpha father." He swallowed. "It's... Silver."
My blood ran cold.
No... it couldn't be.
I stared at him, unable to speak.
He continued, voice trembling.
"Unlike you... Silver wasn't born from love. He was conceived during Alaric's imprisonment... when Crest—" he hesitated, "—took him by force."
My world tilted.
My breath hitched.
"C-Crest? You mean... he violated my mother?" My voice cracked as my body trembled, pulse thundering.
I felt the blood in my veins burn.
My heart raced like a war drum.
And in that moment—I understood why my mother always looked at Silver with such quiet pain.
My hands began to tremble—shaking uncontrollably, not from fear, but from the sheer, suffocating rage building inside me.
I didn't understand it at first, but something dark and scorching bloomed in my chest—pure hatred. A poisonous storm swirling in my heart the moment I fully grasped the monstrous cruelty Crest had inflicted on my mother... when he was utterly defenseless.
A silent sob escaped my lips.
I squeezed my eyes shut as the truth shattered something inside me—and then, the tears came.
Hot.
Unrelenting.
I clutched my chest as though I could rip the grief and fury out from my very soul.
And then, I screamed.
I screamed so loud, the walls of the warehouse seemed to tremble with me.
A cry soaked in fury.
In pain.
In devastation.
"CREST!!" I roared, my voice cracking, the sound echoing through every inch of the building. "HOW DARE YOU!"
The earth didn't quake.
But my world did.
And in that moment, I knew something inside me had awakened—something that would never, ever be the same again.
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Henry's POV
When Champ screamed, it wasn't just a cry—it was a war cry.
It tore through the air like a siren of rage and heartbreak, shaking the walls, piercing the soul. The sound wasn't human—it was something deeper, primal, cosmic. It was grief turned weapon. It was the fury of a child betrayed, the anguish of a soul set on fire.
And then... the world trembled.
The ground began to quake beneath our feet—not from any natural disaster, but from him.
The very air grew heavier, like it was choking on the intensity of Champ's pain. Objects around us vibrated, machines rusted over in seconds, old metal disintegrating to ash. It was as if time itself recoiled from the storm he had become.
I stood frozen, stunned—not just by the destruction, but by the realization.
This was no ordinary ability.
This was not just an Omega male losing control.
No... this was Champ's rare and unique ability as an Omega male coming from two bloodlines—the ruthless Alpha might of Voder, and the pure, divine Omega power of Alaric. Two ancient forces, merged into one body.
And now, that body was unraveling.
Champ.
A rare power I had only read about in ancient tomes, a power whispered about with fear and awe: Omega's Whisper of Death.
A terrifying ability possessed only by a chosen few—so rare, so devastating, it was said to kill not only enemies... but the Omega wielding it.
His aura was incinerating the room. The very environment around him reacted violently, rejecting reality in his presence. The air burned. Furniture decayed. Shadows twisted unnaturally. His own body was starting to change—dark veins crawling up his skin, as if fire was consuming him from within.
"Champ..." I breathed, terrified, rushing to him.
I grabbed his shoulders, shaking him, my voice cracking. "Calm down! Please, Champ! You'll destroy everything! You'll destroy yourself! You have to wake up!"
But he didn't hear me.
He kept screaming.
Kept crying.
Kept breaking.
And then—through the ash and trembling light—a voice boomed.
"Champ!"
Deux.
He appeared like lightning in human form, eyes wild with panic, with pain. He saw Champ—our boy—sobbing, raging, dying, and didn't hesitate. He ran forward, dropped to his knees, and pulled Champ into his arms.
"Champ, please..." he whispered, voice tight, trembling, desperate. "I feel it—I feel everything you're feeling. The grief. The anger. The hate."
He pressed his forehead to Champ's. His arms wrapped tightly around him, like he could shield him from his own destruction.
"I'm here. I'm right here. Don't leave me... please don't leave me."
I backed away, heart pounding. I had never seen anything like it—not just the power, but the love.
Champ's body was cracking—his aura devouring him from the inside. His skin looked scorched in places, veins blackening. His power... it was beautiful and horrifying all at once.
And Deux...
Deux was crying.
Deux.
The Alpha male who had never shown vulnerability. Who never faltered. Who was bred to be strong, untouchable, stoic.
And yet, here he was—weeping openly into Champ's shoulder, voice shaking with every breath, face buried into the only being he couldn't bear to lose.
"Champ... I love you." His voice was a fragile whisper. "So much. Come back to me. Please. You can feel it, can't you? My love—it's real. It's here. I'm not leaving. I'll never leave you. Not now. Not ever."
Around them, the chaos began to quiet—not all at once, but slowly, like a violent storm reluctantly retreating.
The trembling beneath their feet dulled, the once-thundering vibrations softening into faint shudders before vanishing entirely. The warehouse, which had moments ago felt like it would collapse from the sheer pressure of Champ's aura, seemed to exhale—its groaning metal beams finally stilling.
Ash drifted through the air in lazy spirals, no longer whipped into frenzy by invisible currents. It settled like snow, coating the floor, the ruined machines, the scorched walls—remnants of the devastation left in the wake of his pain.
Champ's body, once alight with energy and cracking with deadly power, slowly began to ease. The violent tremors that had wracked his frame stilled. The pitch-black veins that had surged beneath his skin like wildfire receded, fading back into the pale, delicate tone of his complexion. It was as if his body was uncoiling, releasing all the agony it had absorbed.
The oppressive, electric charge in the air—the kind that made the hair on your arms rise and your lungs feel tight—lifted. The world, once drenched in suffocating tension, began to breathe again.
And then, finally... his scream broke.
It fractured into a sob, ragged and raw, before dissolving entirely into silence.
No more screaming.
No more shaking.
Just stillness.
With one last breath, Champ collapsed forward into Deux's waiting arms, his body limp, unconscious—but undeniably alive.
And in that stillness, with tears streaking Deux's face and his arms locked protectively around the man he loved, it felt as though the entire universe had paused... just to witness the miracle of it.
Deux kept him close, his own tears still falling, arms wrapped protectively around Champ's trembling frame.
And for the first time in my life, I understood something that no book had ever taught me.
This power—Omega's Whisper of Death—wasn't just born from bloodlines or genetics.
It was born from pain. From loss. From the deepest part of the soul that had been shattered.
But the only thing strong enough to stop it...
Was love.
Not passion.
Not instinct.
But the raw, impossible, unconditional kind of love that could stop death in its tracks.
That kind of love... Deux had it.
He was the key. With his Alpha Toxins inside Champ's body, he's the only one that can communicate when he is unconscious.
And if this ever happened again—if Champ ever broke again—only he could pull him back.
I looked at the two of them—Champ limp in Deux's arms, Deux trembling, his fingers clutching his love like he might disappear.
And I saw it.
I saw truth.
Not lust. Not dominance. But something eternal.
"Deux... Champ..." I whispered, barely able to breathe.
And then I noticed something else—Deux's hands were trembling.
Deux, one of the strongest Alpha I had ever seen.
Even he was shaking.
And that said everything.
"Champ's alive..." Deux whispered, voice broken, "but I never want to see him like that again. I don't know what he would do to the world next time..."
He turned his eyes to me.
They were red—raw and glowing from the strain.
"Doctor Henry," he said, his voice low and deadly calm, "I won't hesitate next time..."
His grip on Champ tightened.
"...I'll destroy whoever did this to him."
And I knew then—Crest's days were numbered.
Because he hadn't just hurt a powerful Omega.
He had broken the heart of the one Alpha in this world who would burn everything to protect him.
And now... there would be a reckoning.
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Crest's POV
I stood in the grand chamber of the Alpha King's estate—the ceremonial hall of power—surrounded by the ten solemn members of Aurivelle's council. The throne loomed behind me, carved from obsidian and draped in gold.
In Jude's hands rested the crown—massive, gleaming, and impossibly heavy.
And all I could think about... was the weight of it on my head.
I stared at him, wide-eyed, my chest rising and falling with impatience. My heart thundered in my ears like a war drum.
"Well? What are you waiting for, Councilor Jude?" I snapped. My voice echoed violently across the marble walls. "Place the crown upon my head and announce me to the realm! I want the world to hear it—I am the Alpha King now!"
My gaze darted around the hall.
"Where are the reporters? The messengers? The banners?" I barked, lips curled with rage. "This was supposed to be a coronation! Not a funeral procession! Why are we alone?!"
Jude sighed deeply and stepped forward with reluctance in his every movement. He raised the crown slowly, his aged hands shaking ever so slightly.
"Faster, you withered old corpse!" I spat. My eyes narrowed into venomous slits. "If you weren't the only one legally able to crown me, I would've gutted you where you stand."
The moment the cold metal touched my scalp, a shiver ran down my spine—not from reverence or pride, but from a dark thrill that seized my veins.
Jude's voice rang out.
"By the power entrusted to me by the council of Aurivelle, and in the temporary absence of King Theron due to his ailment... I hereby declare you, Crest, acting Alpha King of Aurivelle."
I smiled—no, I grinned.
Temporary? Hah. Theron wouldn't recover. He would die choking on his own blood. I'd see to it.
Jude looked at me solemnly. "What is your first decree, Your Majesty?"
I stepped forward, raising my arms before the gathering of Alpha males in the room—my voice booming with dangerous pride.
"Everything changes today!" I declared. "From this moment on, Alpha males will rise to their rightful place at the top of the hierarchy! We will be more feared, not just respected. Feared by all."
The crowd shifted, uneasy.
"I hereby revoke the protections granted to Omega females where they can live freely in this world," I roared, "and order their capture. Let them be claimed, bred, and broken by Alpha males as we please! From now on, Omegas exist to serve us. Their bodies are ours. No more laws. No more restraint. Let us be the monsters they feared!"
"Crest, what madness is this?" Jude asked, horrified.
"This is power!" I snarled. "I'm giving the world back to the wolves."
My eyes burned as I stepped forward, voice dripping with venom.
"And one more thing..." I said, pacing now. "Find Alaric. The Omega male. Bring him to me. I want him bound, broken, mine. No one else will impregnate him. I will fill him with my seed until his body collapses from bearing my heirs."
Gasps filled the room.
Alpha males looked at one another. Some stepped back. Others grinned.
And then they scattered—leaving the chamber to carry out my commands.
Jude stood frozen.
"This... this is monstrous, Crest. You'll destroy Aurivelle."
I turned, facing the full council.
"You want monstrous?" I sneered. "Fine. Then here's my next decree: the council is hereby dissolved. You old relics have no more power."
A wave of dominance surged from me like a crashing storm—heavy, choking, impossible to resist. The elders gasped, staggered by the weight of it.
"Seize these useless fossils," I commanded the remaining Alphas.
In seconds, the council was tackled to the ground, their frail protests drowned by the sound of clinking chains.
Jude was the last to be dragged.
"You won't last," he growled at me, struggling against the grip of two Alphas. "Your rule will doom this kingdom. And you won't even see the blade that kills you."
I laughed—sharp, bitter, and unhinged.
"And who, exactly, will stop me? You? Theron's broken body? Some rebellious people?" I hissed. "I am the storm now."
Jude locked eyes with me, and his voice was low, prophetic.
"Not them," he said. "But enemies you've never seen. Ones who live in shadows, beyond our borders. The ones from Verilios..."
"Verilios?!" I roared, voice echoing through the throne hall. "What nonsense are you speaking now?! Take this fool away before he infects the air with more delusions!"
They dragged him off, his words lingering like a curse in the chamber.
And finally... I was alone.
Alone in the throne room of kings.
The weight of the crown settled heavy on my skull. The seat beneath me creaked as I sat—slowly, deliberately—into the throne that had once belonged to Theron.
My fingers curled around the armrests.
I looked out into the vast, empty hall.
I had done it.
I had climbed through betrayal.
I had endured humiliation.
I had bled and fought and broken every rule.
And now... the world was mine.
"At last," I whispered, my lips curling into a wild grin. "I've become what I was always meant to be..."
"Alpha King."
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Third Person POV
With a single decree from the newly crowned Alpha King Crest, Aurivelle descended into chaos.
The once-orderly streets, carefully maintained under the rule of King Theron, were now overrun by a growing madness. Alpha males, emboldened by the removal of all restraint, transformed into predators, no longer bound by law, empathy, or conscience. What was once a civilized kingdom now echoed with screams and shattered glass.
The cities became hunting grounds.
Shops were gutted. Homes broken into. Schools and even sacred temples offered no refuge. No place was spared from the violent rampage of Alpha hunger.
Omega females, once protected, now ran for their lives—hunted, cornered, and violated in broad daylight. There was no warning. No mercy. They were dragged from their beds, seized from marketplaces, taken from sanctuaries where they thought they were safe. Crest had unleashed the wolves—and they obeyed.
The news spread like wildfire.
Broadcasts showed nothing but grainy footage of buildings collapsing, Omegas screaming, and Alpha males storming streets in droves. Every channel. Every message. Every whisper—was terror.
And amidst the storm, in the shadows, four Beta males watched it all unfold.
Marsh, Gem, Daryl, and Martin—operatives sent to observe—stood frozen on a rooftop, eyes wide, horror etched into their faces.
"This is bad... this is more than chaos," Marsh said, his voice hoarse with disbelief.
"We have to report this to Lord Alaric," Gem muttered, panic rising in his tone.
"But how do we help them? The Omegas... they're being hunted," Daryl said through gritted teeth, helpless.
"We can't fight this alone!" Martin cried. "We have to warn the others—now!"
And with that, they ran—sprinting back toward Veydith, the last stronghold untouched by Crest's madness.
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Alaric's POV
We were in the middle of training.
A field of dust and dirt, surrounded by cliffs and wild wind, where Omega females sparred with Beta males under my and Kali's instruction. A place where they were learning not only to defend—but to fight back.
"You're improving," I said, walking between the groups. "Little by little, you're learning to push back. That's good. That's strength."
"They're beginning to look like warriors," Kali said with a proud grin, nodding toward the pair of Omega girls who had just disarmed their Beta sparring partners.
I smiled at her and turned to the trainees. "You've been told your whole lives that you're weak. That Omegas were born to be protected. But I see warriors. You may not have the brute strength of Alphas—but you have speed, intelligence, adaptability. And those can win battles too."
I watched them nod, eyes determined. Something was shifting. The fear in them... it was changing into fire.
"You are not just Omegas. You are fighters. Survivors. And we don't know who our enemies will be tomorrow—so we must be ready today."
"Are you saying we should prepare for war?" Kali asked, raising an eyebrow.
I sighed. "Only if war comes knocking."
But then—
"Lord Alaric!"
I turned. Four figures sprinted across the field—Marsh, Gem, Daryl, and Martin. Their faces pale. Covered in dust. Their eyes wide with dread.
They collapsed in front of me, gasping for air.
"Lord Alaric!" Marsh panted. "It's—it's happening!"
I stood beside him, alarmed. "What is it? Speak."
"The cities... they're under siege!" Gem shouted. "Crest has declared himself Alpha King!"
"He's ordered the capture of every Omega female," Martin added, barely able to speak.
"They're attacking homes, schools, even places of worship!" Daryl cried. "The Alphas are tearing the cities apart—hunting anyone with Omega scent. It's a purge!"
My breath caught in my throat.
A hush fell over the training grounds. The Omega females turned slowly, listening, eyes wide with fear.
"They've already begun," Marsh whispered. "We came straight here to warn you. Before it's too late."
Kali's eyes darted toward the horizon. "This... this is genocide."
"And it won't stop there," Daryl said, voice trembling. "Crest gave one specific order."
He looked straight at me.
"He wants you, Lord Alaric. Taken. Captive. He's announced that he alone will breed you and drain you until you collapse."
The world spun.
I clenched my fists. My heart was pounding—not from fear, but fury.
I stood, lifting my head high.
"Then I'll go to him," I said, coldly. "Face him myself. This ends with me."
Kali stared at me. "Alaric—no."
"I won't let him destroy what we've built," I growled. "I won't let him turn Aurivelle into a slaughterhouse. This kingdom was never his to ruin."
But deep inside, a whisper echoed.
This is what I feared.
That Aurivelle, under the hands of a mad king, would become a wasteland.
And now... the gates were open.
Crest's reign had begun.
And with it, the end of everything we once called home. if words come near my brother, Nihilex, the Verilios' Omega King...
I am sure that he will seize this opportunity to invade this Kingdom I now call my home.
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Third Person POV
Far beyond the chaos erupting in Aurivelle, hidden deep within the shadowed kingdom of Verilios, inside a palace sculpted from black obsidian and bone, the Omega King Nihilex sat upon his throne.
He was still.
Composed.
But beneath the surface, something monstrous stirred—coiled like a serpent waiting to strike.
Before him knelt an Omega female, her posture firm, her gaze unwavering. The silence in the room was heavy, cold, suffocating—like even sound feared to disturb the king.
"Omega King Nihilex," the woman said finally, her voice echoing through the hollowed hall. "I bring news—news I am certain you'll be pleased to hear."
Nihilex didn't blink. "Speak."
She straightened. "The kingdom of Aurivelle has descended into chaos. King Theron is no longer in power—crippled by illness. In his place now rules his brother... Crest. An unworthy Alpha. A brute."
A slow, unsettling smile curved across Nihilex's lips—too wide, too calm.
"Good," he whispered, like the purr of a predator that had finally caught scent of wounded prey.
"The Alphas have lost control. Cities have become bloodied hunting grounds. Omega females are being seized, terrorized. I barely escaped before I too could be taken."
Nihilex's expression twisted, amusement curdling into disgust.
"The Alpha males of Aurivelle..." he hissed, his voice low and venomous, "...will be punished. Every one of them. For centuries they looked down on us, abused us, bred us like cattle. But now..."
He stood slowly from his throne, cloak dragging behind him like shadows.
"Now, the time has come. With Aurivelle in ruins, the gates are wide open. We will strike—and reclaim the world they stole from us."
But the Omega woman wasn't finished.
"There's more, Omega King Nihilex," she said. "Someone crossed into Verilios... from Aurivelle. I stumbled upon a breach in the wall that separates our lands. It has been compromised."
Nihilex paused.
Then exhaled through his nose, the air vibrating with tension. He sank back into his throne and tilted his head slightly, his smile returning—dark and razor-sharp.
"If they wish to enter our land..." he murmured, "...then we shall give them a welcome they'll never forget. But not just that..."
His eyes gleamed.
"We shall enter theirs."
The woman hesitated. "There's something else. Alaric... your brother... he's escaped. He was rescued."
Nihilex's smile didn't fade. But his eyes sharpened into slits.
"Oh... my sweet, traitorous brother. I should have ended him when I had the chance."
"Do you want to know who freed him, my king?" she asked.
"Tell me."
"His son," she said. "A young Omega male—born from Alaric's blood and a powerful Alpha named Voder. His name is... Champ."
"Champ..." Nihilex repeated, the name like ash in his mouth. "So, he is the son of that dangerously handsome Alpha male that's lurking within our kingdom."
She nodded. "He is no ordinary Omega. He is a fighter. Fierce. And carries the same lavender scent as your brother. I watched him. He is... not to be underestimated."
Nihilex sat still for a long moment. Then, slowly... he began to laugh.
Low at first.
Then deeper.
Colder.
"Alaric betrayed his own kind," Nihilex hissed, his voice like ice slithering across stone. "He turned his back on our bloodline, abandoned our suffering, all for the selfish fantasy of building a family with the sinful Alpha males of Aurivelle."
He rose slowly from his throne, eyes burning with contempt and obsession.
"I will not allow him happiness. Not after everything."
Then his tone shifted—colder, deeper, laced with cruelty.
"And when I finally capture that Voder... I will remake him."
His voice dropped into a whisper, deadly and low.
"I'll reshape his body, slowly remove that unwavering dominance within him... and he will carry my child. I'll make sure of it."
He turned his gaze to her, and for a brief second, she trembled under the weight of his stare.
"You've done well, Kaia."
The woman bowed her head. "Your praise is an honor, Omega King."
She was once a university student—a classmate of Jiggs and Champ's. The first Omega female who had ever spoken to him during his disguise as an Alpha male. She was one of Nihilex's most loyal spies.
"You may leave," Nihilex said. "You've earned your place in the coming era. You will rise high, Kaia... as our new world is born."
"Thank you, my king," she whispered, disappearing into the shadows with silent grace.
A moment later, the great doors of the throne hall creaked open.
Three figures entered, each one cloaked in robes of deep crimson red, azure blue, and forest green.
Hart—the merciless head of the Executioner Unit.
Elexa—the feisty commander of the Breeder Unit.
And Melior—the twisted genius leading the Technology Division.
Melior stepped forward. "Omega King Nihilex, I bring news of... success."
Nihilex raised a brow.
"After decades of failure and genetic instability, I have successfully altered the genetic code of an Alpha male." Melior's voice trembled with pride.
"The subject is in the Alpha Breeding Facility," Elexa added. "He has already been inseminated. And—he's pregnant. We've succeeded."
Nihilex's lips parted into a slow, terrifying grin. "Excellent. Perfect. Just in time."
"We await your command," said Hart, bowing. "The Executioners are ready to march on Aurivelle. And there are two foreigners that we've encountered."
Nihilex rose again, his voice like thunder as it rang through the hall.
"Begin the capture of Aurivelle's Alpha males. Drag them from their thrones, their homes, their fortresses. Strip them of power and dominance. And slowly... remake them."
He looked out over the vast kingdom of Verilios, the dark skies churning above like they sensed what was coming.
"Transform them until they are the very opposite of what they once were. Let the wolves become the sheep. Let the mighty become the used."
He clenched his fists.
"The Alphas who ruled through violence... who carved dominance into our backs and called it order... will now be the ones on their knees."
And then, softly, with venom laced in every syllable:
"This time... the hunters will be hunted by their preys."
His generals bowed as one.
And in the heart of Verilios, a war was born—not of swords or fire...
...but of vengeance, science, and blood.
End of Chapter 42