KING ARLO'S POV I threw another dart and it hit Bullseye again, making it the fourth. I grabbed another, aiming for the fifth and trying again to picture Luther's hideous face. I've never been this great at the dart game. Never hit the bullseye thrice in a game. It was one game I severely got my ass whooped in. And it made no sense because hitting the bullseye required a million concentration, practice, and innate skills. I wasn't exactly lacking much in those three categories but for some reason, darts remained my nightmare. Up until today. Frustrated about not getting any replies from Jordy, and worried about her Alpha coronation being in a couple of days, I was restless. I strolled down to my leisure room which used to be a lot more fun than this, with the billiard boards, cycling spot, and a lot of stuff in here. The dart board called out to me and I gave it a try. I pictured Luther's face, fantasizing that what I had in my hand was a dagger and the bullseye was his

MESSIAH JORDY'S POV "Jordy." His voice. His unique, unnerving but mesmerizing voice. The husky effect was graced with a soothing ripple that gave raw, real chills. Hearing it again felt too good to be true. I did another double-take of him, just to make sure this was a reality. Not my eyes playing wicked tricks on me. Seeing him created chaos in my heart, digging up all the sadness I bottled up for weeks. I felt the sorrow thrashing down on me harder than ever. My heartbeat raced. My eyes stung. I was heaving. And down the tears came, unabatedly. "Leave!" He growled. And just then, I realized the Omega was still around. She scurried away and he shut the door. His arms beckoned at me. But I needed some kind of approval to go to them. I wanted an invitation. I wanted him to say something. Anything. But he was static. Still, my tears wouldn't stop coming down. I couldn't take it anymore and so I went to him. Raced right into his arms, holding him so tight. He wrappe