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79.13% The Seven Red Flags of HAKON University [Omegaverse Reverse Harem] / Chapter 91: Beginning of Chapter 29

章 91: Beginning of Chapter 29

Rue

One breath and she was gone, a whirlwind of light and motion, a sizzling shooting star. The door was wrenched open, and then she was meteoric. Rue conquered space, flew across time, and travelled with the scorching weight of an unknown future that must be hell.

"CATCH HER!" Someone shrieked, and she could almost feel the heat of their breaths hot against the nape of her neck, the jelly of her limbs growing with each step. The lick of flames as she propelled towards salvation. She could hear them caught at the door, swarming at the arch, far too many bodies trying to squeeze through a smaller space. The desperation burned.

And so did the ballooning smell of an Alpha's aura, an Alpha's call for an Omega to listen.

But it did not matter if Rue had a head start, did not matter that she was far ahead. Outrunning them should be impossible, would be incredible. And despite her overtaxed muscles and gasping lungs, escaping was merely a dream.

Seirios was a pack of seven. The sons of emperors, no, they were the emperors. The seven had long taken position, were months away from the crown, and a coronation ceremony as a united pack was all that stood in their way. They were aliens with godlike abilities that made them rulers of their species. The strongest in the universe, and the only ones that could end the monster hives that ravaged the planets like a virus.

They were Gods—revered, worshipped and loved.

But there would always be a price to pay for excessive power, an insanity that was said to turn them into explosive hungry beings. A sacrifice that the normal folk would provide to soothe these Gods. Seirios had blood on their hands — the blood of their enemies, their guides, and hundreds of Alphas, Betas and Omegas.

Rue was only their next conquest, their next victim.

A burst and the helios was before her, sparkling into existence with an outstretched hand. Kieran radiated and shone like colliding stars, like a nebula of cosmic dust. The emperor of planet seven—he was in control of all light, the sparks that bounced and reflected, the glow from a source. One spark had been all he needed to wipe out a fleet. A shatter and he could rip apart all that touched his radiance. Kieran could reach her where light kissed her skin, could manifest in her eyes if he so wished, exploding her from the inside out.

But it seemed that catching someone had never been a task, for he stumbled, shattering in the puddles of light meters away. He was reappearing in the viridian glow of the exit sign before her and then the bulbs behind her. It was as if he were hesitant, as if he were afraid that he would hurt her. And so, she veered, each stride a growing advantage.

Her shadows rippled, puddles of darkness growing with each spark. And hands snatched at her ankles, twisting from the depths were the eyes of the hades. Levi, the emperor of planet two. The shadows were his to manipulate. And he could drag enemies into the endless depths of nothingness, could swallow mountains and seas. He'd pulled millions into his void, the very same void laced with fire from his hephaestus blood, and he could take her into his fiery inferno too.

How had she not known they were Seirios? It should be easy to see the power that radiated from them, the flash of it punctuating their every move. Curse her background, curse her goddamn history. It was her life in 69 that held her back, and now it was her lack of knowledge that would take her down.

"You don't have to run," Levi sighed, voice whispering in her ear, catching in the darkness of the curls on her head. It teased at the lobe and fluttered down her skin, arousing goose flesh and pleasure. "There's nowhere to hide, darling. We can talk."

Panic caught in her throat and quickened her pulse. "Fuck you." His laughter echoed and bounced across the shadows. And she skidded to an angry stop, hands slamming against the elevator, naked feet burning against the ground with each dodging stomp. The doors snapped open—advanced technology, a meticulous creation, oddly sturdy for the violence she'd sank into its casing.

And she turned, turned a mere second to look, to see what lay in store for her, the figures that peppered her path. But it was not fear that touched their cheeks, burned in their faces and their eyes. Instead, it was a gentleness, a sweetness, a yearning that consumed their eyes. It was the lack of concern that troubled her so greatly that it had her terror transforming into rage. The five others had chosen to remain behind, standing at the door waiting as if Levi and Kieran were all that they needed to deploy.

They believed her to be already captured.

"Where Kieran exists, there will always be shadows," Levi's voice swept in the air, and she froze at his warmth, at the burn of his embers dancing in the air. She didn't have to look to know that he stood behind her in the elevator, waiting, smouldering. "And where I exist, there will always be light. Omega, you did not have to run and hurt your poor feet." He clucked his tongue, a disgusting coo in his throat. "Now I'll have to lick them clean." His hand found her, settling around her waist as if he owned her. And the ground bubbled and boiled into a liquid that caught her legs, sinking her deeper, taking her away from salvation.

"Levi," she hissed, just as his fingers swept to cover her eyes, warm, careful, gentle. Her Omega liked that, liked that the Alpha held her to him, heedful of her scraped feet, gentle with his touch, liked that he smelled deliciously like home. Another breath and she was yanking him off her, stumbling into a void of his making.

The darkness was incredible, sweeping wide and far, an endless primordial emptiness that stretched like a galaxy devoid of stars. It had her breath laboured; her shock settling into a buzzing of panic that frothed in her throat. She exhaled on her knees; tears tacked to her eyes. She was fucked. There was no escaping the shadows.

And in its depths were the reasons for all her suffering, the emperors of the world. They stepped forward, veiled gently by the darkness as if they were home.

Halcyon was the emperor of planet four. He'd torn through his siblings to get to the top, had fought rightfully for his position in a public tournament that ended with his family's near death. His body had been completely soaked in blood. She'd heard that the artemis had turned ares, and now there was no beast he did not have in his arsenal of transformations. No form he could not take, even those that were deemed fantastical. Halcyon was ranked number 2 because even transforming into another greater species, like a zeus, could be a possibility.

Likewise, Altair with his feathers, his poison, and his transformation was just as deadly. The emperor of planet six was a shapeshifter dripping in the most potent of aphrodisiacs. He'd crippled millions for his gain, had turned them into begging slaves needy for his approval, for just a taste of his love, his smile, his sweetness. Like Pied Piper, like a cult leader, he was an emperor of delusive enticement.

Then his lover, his fucking stepbrother, Valentino, the emperor of five, was said to be a violent whirlwind of pain, a master of suffering. His rage sliced into his enemies, tore into their flesh, and decapitated millions. In his presence, his people trembled. Each prick was a growing suggestion, each insertion of his phantom limbs hypnotism for his people to please, to obey. And they would, desperate for his approval, desperate to approach him pain-free. It was said to be the ultimate form of acknowledgement to see Valentino and experience not one ounce of suffering.

And here they were standing before her acting like puppies, feigning their submission.


章 92: -

How fucking stupid could she be? It was that scorch of outrage that had her confidence boosted, her body giddy with the adrenaline of the dying. And her ears rang, tinnitus blaring, blood and oxygen—a violent cacophony.

"Let me out," she snarled, jaws clenched painfully. "Let me OUT!"

"Omega…" Seraphim called, eyes soft, body glowing softly like the moon, rippling like a lake.

The emperor of planet three, Seraphim was a body of pure poison. The poseidon could transform into anything, could slip into living beings and possess their bodies as his own. But the emperor was said to be capable of much more, could control all fluids, bend the water in his enemies and command their every move with his voice. For life existed only with water. Seraphim could snap his fingers and make her fuck them if he truly wanted to.

"Don't call me that," she snapped, despair dripping from her, breaking her. "Don't fucking call me that."

"Alright." His palms were up, acting as if she were a spooked animal in a cage as if she were the one acting crazy. They were a diabolical cocktail of gas lighting Alphas. "Let's just talk about this, please."

"In this fucking cage? I'm not a pet that you trap and feed—"

"But you'll run," Kieran murmured from her left, appearing like a star. "And we'll have to catch you again, and you might hurt yourself."

Levi hummed a raspy purr that boiled from behind, vibrating across her skin. "We're not awful Alphas, Rue. You know us. We're the same as before. Nothing has changed." Oh, everything had changed, he just didn't know it. Or maybe he did.

Halcyon's hands were raised, voice shaking with a plea. "I can vouch for my mates. Surely this extra little information—"

"Extra?" Rue laughed, crawled out of Levi's grasp and stumbled to her feet. "You're emperors in a pack of seven. That changes everything. You wanted me as Alpha, respected me as Alpha." Her gaze swept over them now, gestured to herself with a laugh. "Now that you know what I am. And you hate what I am. You—"

"You're still my soulmate," Altair snapped, then his lips curled, bottom lip jutted out into an almost pout. "You can't push me away."

"And mine." Valentino rushed his words, toppling through each syllable. "It doesn't change a thing, we're destined. You're ours, Rue, ours. It doesn't matter to me what you are." He stepped forward, tentacles reaching, already drenched in her scent, her claim. "I'm yours." He beseeched with beautiful eyes, with the warmest blue. "I've been yours forever." Her breath hitched then, caught in her throat pathetic for an Alpha she'd just fucked, heart catapulting into the sky.

"Valentino," her voice was weak from her lips, "you've only ever wanted to suck my cock."

"I'll suck anything that's yours," he begged, brazen, bold. "You know we'll protect you, we won't let them hurt you. The three of us—"

"You don't have to, Rue's my true mate," Seraphim interrupted, flushed pink when she stared. "Perhaps, even my soulmate. I just didn't think to look for an Omega, I never dreamed that what connected us all could be of a lesser gender. It's unheard of, but now perhaps I simply was not looking for an Omega—"

Her mind snapped then, escaped the fantasy and returned to level-headed consciousness. Alphas as misogynistic as the seven would never treat an Omega well. And in Seraphim's dreams, Seraphim's premonitions, there was a pregnant Omega, one so full of kids she was almost bursting. "Just let me go, let me think about it—"

"You were the one that lied to us." Dante stepped forward then, crackling and burning petrichor, a ghost of emotions drenching his handsome face, an irritated clench ticking away at his jaw. He was a zone of pure, unbridled power, and seething rage darkened his eyes. "I could have marked you, claimed you as pack without knowing the truth."

Dante was the emperor of planet one. He was untouchable, for only his mates were capable of caressing him, of touching him. He killed all that entered his path and was pack Alpha because of his strength. No Omega should even be capable of standing before him, let alone enduring his power. And yet Rue did, had survived a jolt of his electricity skating across her skin. And that seemed to reflect in his eyes, an irritation that burned her, weighed on her throat. And suddenly her palms were clammy, moisture beading on her forehead.

"Your insolence is incredible," Dante said slowly, voice curling velvet and thick, commanding.

"Dante," Levi murmured. "She did everything she had to do to survive." And Rue noted now the truth of the situation, the concern that now drenched their faces as if one wrong move could ruin the arrangement. Dante had the final say as pack Alpha, he was their leader, and it seemed her place in their pack was at risk.

"She played with the hearts of our mates," Dante answered, and she was captured by the tension. The heat that rolled off him, the sudden turmoil in her chest as her Omega whined and begged for her to bare her neck for him in submission. "Turned them weak, turned them against us. This is not safe."

"We are all merely intrigued."

"It's unbecoming for an Alpha of our calibre."

"Rue is unique." Levi bit back. "Extraordinary. Useful in battle. A guide made for us. "

"And dangerous."

Halcyon spoke then, a pitch in his voice. "Dante."

The zeus smiled. "Hush, dear heart, I'm merely suggesting that we collar her for a while in a safe place until we're sure of what to do with her. Our court will not be happy with her appearance, and we need to decide what to do next. It is not safe for her to frolic in our castle with Alphas all around, nor is it safe for her to travel with us into the battlefield, don't you agree?" Halcyon was silent then, a quiet nod of agreement that had her eyes widening. What the fuck?

Seraphim hummed. "I do need to look into my waters and check our futures again with this new information in mind."

Kieran sighed. "We have to prepare for her arrival, my people will not rejoice. We'll have to work on the media, the public's acceptance of an Omega consort before they will even allow such a union."

"Perhaps we can leave her here until things are ready." Dante nodded thoughtfully. Rue gaped at them then, horror blooming. He must be fucking joking.

"Dante, this is no place for an Omega. They need sunshine and nature, pleasant things or their minds break in this darkness." Levi sighed, and as if she were truly just a pet. "And her pre-Heat has barely even begun…"

"We'll take turns to care for her," Dante shrugged. "Besides, we needed heirs—"

Rue snapped, "no."

Dante turned to her then, eyes narrowing. "What?"

"I won't be your fucking Omega, trapped in this hell hole as your broodmare, I'd rather die."

"Omega," Dante smiled, smiled at her as if she were a fool, "this is for your protection—"

A skittish laugh had her spluttering. "My protection? You just want to own me, like all the fucking Alphas in my life."


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