Caelen’s POV“Please do not fuck this up,” I tell Roman, and he glows at me. He can react all he wants, but he had to hear it. We are running out of ways to get Meredith back, and this is by far our best bet at the moment. I place my hand on Roman’s shoulder and look at him almost pleadingly. “I need you to be on your best stoney-faced behavior. Let me do all the talking.”“Fine, but if this doesn’t work, then we are doing it my way,” he huffs, folding his arms above his chest as we await the guards to come open the gate for us. Sincerely, I do hope that this works. I do not know how many more bullet wounds I can sustain before my body gives up on me.It was just two days ago when Roman revealed to me that he and Meredith are mates. I instantly sent word to Reid to let us have another meeting with him, and to my greatest surprise, he actually agreed to it. I suppose I should have no doubts considering that he is unaware that we are the ones who attacked his previous headquarters be
Meredith’s POVUnable to lift my head, I stare at my legs in the dark room. I can hear the beating of my own heart and feel the air entering my lungs. I have barely eaten a proper meal, and these monsters did not even have the courtesy to offer me a toilet. I have peed on myself for the past five days, and the smell is just awful.But at this point, I could not even smell it anymore. I am starting to think I have lost my sense of smell at this point. I have lost most of my senses at this point. I could not feel anything; I haven't spoken to or said a word, seeing as I have been locked in here for several days.I mean, I think it has been for several days. Or has it been months? I have not been keeping count. Occasionally, I would find myself thinking about the kings. Why haven’t they come for me? Have they given up on finding me? Have they found a replacement for me? I wonder how Saul is doing. Has he woken up? Has he asked of me? Was he worried about me? or has he forgotten about
Roman’s POVIt is official; I have lost my mind. And Caelen is not helping in any way. He is the only one keeping me from doing what I really want to do, and that is burning each and every one of the council’s branches until we get Meredith back.I just know she has to be in one of them, but Caelen thinks that would be reckless. We would end up losing more men, which is something we cannot afford, especially after the last attack I led. But I just could not help it; I found it hard to care about anything apart from getting Meredith back.I never thought being away from one’s mate could be agonizingly painful. The others did not know this, but every second I spent without Meredith by my side was like a stab to my heart. It was why I could not think or act properly. And that pain grew by the second. It was slowly driving me over the edge. I fear that if I do not get her back in the next few days, I will lose all my senses of reasoning. To think this is happening when I haven’t even a
Caelen’s POVIf this had been two years ago, I probably would have killed Roman. But right now I could not bring myself to stop him; perhaps it was because a part of me secretly wished I could do what he was doing. But since my eyes locked with those amber eyes that have haunted my dream, I couldn’t even bring myself to speak.Roman held Amarie by the throat, dragging her away from the boardroom and into a private room. It was probably for the best because, as I can tell, things are about to get incredibly ugly. “You have no idea how long I have been wanting to slit your throat,” Roman glows, pinning Amarie to the wall.Despite having her air supply cut, she still manages to laugh. “You can’t do shit to me.”Her face grows pale when Roman starts to chuckle. It was something he hardly ever did; it was something he did when he was on the verge of shedding someone’s blood. And Amarie knew that.“You seem to have forgotten who I am. I am not Caelen; I do not hesitate.”Roman’s pupils dil
Meredith’s POV Blood. The metallic scent fills my nostrils, forcing my eyelids apart. This isn’t my room; where am I?Memories from the previous night come flooding in, and my mouth forms an O shape as the realization dawns on me. Oh, that is right, I am currently in my matrimonial bed. I just spent the night with my newlywed husband.Most girls would be ecstatic to wake up in the arms of their husband after a blissful wedding night. But I am not.I do not even know who this man I call my husband is. My marriage was arranged by my father, and I only met my dear husband once before we said our vows on the altar yesterday. Let me explain. My name is Meredith, the first and only daughter of Oliver Amman. My father is one of the most powerful Alphas in the kingdom of Nuvia. I am sure you are thinking, Oh, I am a princess, and I have the best life. How I wish that were true, but sadly, it is not. And that is all because of one thing.I am an omega.And an omega is the wo
Meredith’s POVI have never beheld such beauty before in my entire life.The three men that surrounded me stood tall, but only two of them gave me a chilling aura.The one who had spoken has icy blue eyes piercing right through my soul. A few strands of strawberry blond hair fall above them, making him appear even more handsome. He has on a white shirt that is folded up by the sleeves. We are in the middle of the woods, and there is not even a speck of dirt on his shirt. And judging by the state of their camp site, I could tell that they have been here for a while. His expression is cold, almost unreadable. The way his icy eyes pin me to the spot has a shiver running down my spine.The second man is bronze-skinned and has eyes that remind me of honey. His muscular and tall physique nearly has me salivating. He has on a black tank top that shows off his impressive torso, along with black cargo pants and boots. He looks down at me with his eyebrows a bit furrowed. Curiosity
Meredith’s POV I blink up at him, wondering if I had heard him correctly. Roman has a deep scowl on his face when he asks, “What do you think you are doing, Saul?”The grin on Saul’s lips is evil and filled with so many mysteries. Mysteries that I am certain I do not want to uncover. "Oh, come on, Roman - look at her. I have never seen a more desperate creature before in my entire life! She says she is willing to do anything; aren’t you a little bit curious to see how far she could go?”The way he speaks about me, like I am not even here, is quite humiliating. A part of me wants to snap at him and tell him to address me with a bit of respect, I am royalty after all, but I am certain that if I do that, they won't even give me off to the slavers.They would kill me on the spot.So, I stay silent and take it all in.My gaze shifts to my supposed mate. I cannot believe he has not said anything about our mate bond. And more importantly, why isn’t he reacting to what his friend
Meredith’s POVMarco’s grip on my arm is harsh as he leads me to God knows where. I take the time to gawk at the majestic paintings that hang on the crystal-white walls. Most of it was off landscapes and skies; a few of them were of people I do not know but none of them was one of the three kings. How strange.It makes me wonder: how exactly are there three kings ruling one kingdom? There is so much mystery about this place, and I cannot wait to uncover it all.My eyes fall on a woman standing at the end of the hall. The stoic look on her face suggests that she has not had a good laugh in ages. She appears to be somewhere in her forties; her black hair has a few gray strands that are tied up in a tight bun. It lays much emphasis on her rather large forehead. The lines in the corner of her head show that she has spent most of her life frowning rather than smiling. I suppose it explains why her dark brown eyes are void of emotion.“Here she is, ma’am. The king’s new girl.”The woman