But it was not her heart that he went after, torn free from her flesh as they wanted but her lips that he consumed, free hand pulling her into his arms. His claws smashed to the ground, dust twisting into the air, nails raking broken tiles. His body trembled, radiated warmth, cock swollen against her thigh—it was Heat, not the Lonely.
They were putting on a fucking show.
And Rowan was a godly actor.
Her surprise was sharp twisted ragged on her tongue, and she tasted the ink on his lips, bitter like petroleum, frothing between their lips. His pupils had eclipsed into voids, tongue running over her mouth, lustful frenzy growing as he sucked at her tongue. And she could smell him, sweet in the air, generously delightfully aroused. Her pussy pulsed just as his cock grew harder. His canines snagged upon her mouth, almost drawing blood. His tongue took hers, forehead to forehead, vibrating feverishly with his domination.
She gasped for air, and he took that away from her with a growl.
Rowan hadn't kissed her in weeks, and he wasn't letting her go for another damn second. Her chest straining as he tasted her lips like she was air. The filthy slot of his cock between the seam of her cunt had him whimpering on her tongue, devilish and naughty on a smoky stage. The pleasure was awful, aching between her legs. His perfume billowed, delirious with want, the intensity only growing, slick dribbling down his thighs, soaking her skin in his honey.
The dust subsided, led slowly down by the purple smoke that lingered in the air. And Rowan let out a feral growl, a hiss like a curse, spitting ink upon the ground. A choked whimper as he clawed himself back from her, panting fast, terror in his eyes. He brayed, spluttered the last of the ink, then spoke. "W-what?" How good he was at acting. "What happened—"
The crowd was silenced and Klaus stepped forward, hand on Rowan's throat, slammed to the ground. He cried, whimpers resounding, but relaxed upon the ground hiding his face from view. His smirk was stark on his face, growing only wider.
Good girl, he mouthed to her.
Fuck.
Klaus smiled at his people as Helios lifted Rowan into his arms. The werewolf sagged in pretence, and she sat on the ground, startled by it all. Klaus was there to pick up the pieces like a good King, a calm smile, a velvety low voice. It was all going as planned. "The Alpha is useful if you know what to do." Quinn stared as Klaus knelt and brushed the dark ink from her lips with a thumb. "We will exploit the girls to their maximum as we've always intended to do so."
A quiet voice spoke from the crowd, meekly watching. The people were stupidly silenced. But Rowan's act had been so convincing, that even a veteran like her had been startled. Those who had seen the Lonely would not doubt his act for now. "What about their hearts? When should we feast on them?"
"Do not fear," Klaus answered simply with a smile. "We will take it from them when we're all at our strongest and the disease is controlled." And Quinn stared at him, horrified. A sudden pulse throbbed in her temples. The Omegas were always waiting to kill them all. There was no equality in their future and that was why they had been so quick to descend into the madness of cruelty. They didn't see them as humans, they saw them as tools.
The noble in the crowd continued, voice shaking. "And why is your Alpha here listening to our secrets?"
Klaus's laughter rose and echoed across the room like the darkest of villains. He looked at her then with a smile. "She's a good girl." He turned to them then. "We can do anything we want, and she will still love us." He toyed with his rings then, fingers clattering on the throne. "She won't leave. She can't." Quinn stared then, horror erupting from her throat. The bond burned in her chest, suddenly twisting within her like a parasite, writhing like chain.
The mating bond was a noose that could pull her back to them.
There would be no escape.
Her eyes darted to Elysian, Elysian her mate who looked away, as if she didn't matter. And then to Icarus who averted his eyes to the ground, grimness etched into his face. The bond pulsed, hurt growing, lump forming, betrayal burned from her, but at the end of the mating bond was a darkness that did not receive her call. Elysian would not be controlled by her as she would be of him, with six other mates he could live without her. Her fingers snatched at her flesh; nails sunk into her skin. No. She watched silently as the ball resumed, the chatter rising. No.
No.
The Alphas were brought in, the Omegas were turning 180 within an hour, whispering sweetly to the women, faking genuine smiles and loving gazes. They seemed to transform into people she did not recognise. The inferno was over but oddly she preferred the hell she'd seen. And suddenly she was choked, her eyes swiftly landing on Zen's darkened into an awful hue, purple under from exhaustion. His brow knotted upwards, a sad shaky smile.
She looked away, pulse-quickening, hyperventilation growing.
Liars.
Devils.
Monsters.
She'd fallen into a trap and now Quinn was in hell.
A/N: Hello dear friends, just some quick thoughts. I know I've made the boys seem like the most awful of people, and I'm really happy to see some of you denouncing them completely. The contents of this book was inspired by some real life historical events and I thought I'd leave some thoughts.
It's quite easy to assume a role that would please others. And in our lives today, it's very easy to think that something is okay because everyone thinks it's okay (and vice versa). There's a good reason why people settle into a bystander effect and let themselves be controlled in public and online. I experienced it once with a victim and a bully in class when I was young. Thankfully, it wasn't too bad. But to this day I am shaken by the control of the crowd and what I couldn't do. I wish I was a better, stronger person. I wish I stood up and helped. In times of crisis in our history, it happens a lot and most of the time the monsters pick the weak.
I've seen the kindest, sweetest angels become monsters in the crowd.
Please take these thoughts with you, and think about them next time when you face the situation. But of course, keep your safety in mind. Have a good day<3
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