Mysterious, dark-haired, sexy almond eyes, all charm, Alpha Kymon Zephyr is everything she wants to run away from.

His records. She knows.
His past. She knows but not the part she was part of. Not the part that scares every inch of his being. The part that drives him crazy. Mad. 

All smiles, brown alluring eyes, Lyra Reyes is everything he fears. Everything that threatens to break down his walls. Everything that reminds him of his past.

But, as much as they want to be away from each other, fate draws them together and so close to the point she'd destroy every obstacle that comes his way and he'd burn any person that harms a single hair on her body.

Remember now, the past always has a way of coming back and when it does, it leaves them with no option but to break apart or destroy the world.

But then again, who gives a damn about the world?

I pin my gaze to the steel statue before me. Canivulpes. They all have the same bone structure, identical eye shape, and nose. I have always had my suspicions about those four.


I snatch the lid from the metal desk and seal the bottle with a firm twist. As I step toward the Sanguine Archive, the air shifts. The moment I pull open its heavy door, a dense mist unfurls, carrying the acrid stench of aged metal—blood long past its prime.


With steady hands, I slide the bottle into an empty compartment, nestling it among its brethren. Some of them once pulsed with stolen life, feeding the silent statues that stand in eerie stillness, their hollow eyes watching.


Chapter 30 - 29- CANIVULPES AS OMEGAS