Welcome to Hell ~~~~ ( Different Versions) chapter 4

That night, the Moren family arrived. The atmosphere in the reception hall was a battlefield of power—the Morens seated like cold statues on one side, the Wankems, firm yet uneasy, on the other.

Killian sat among them, his hands clutched tightly in his lap, heart pounding so loud he thought everyone could hear it. His eyes darted nervously, searching—until they landed on him. Bishki Moren.

Dragged into the hall like a broken shadow, his body carried no warmth. His gaze was empty, dead, as if all light had been ripped from his soul long ago. His lips were set in silence, his posture tense yet lifeless. Killian’s breath caught. His heart—traitorous, wild—skipped. For reasons he couldn’t understand, his chest tightened, not in fear, but in something else. Something pulling. Something dangerous. His tears dried in an instant as he stared. And Bishki, for the briefest of moments, lifted those dead eyes toward him. The world around them disappeared.

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The Wankem reception hall flickered with lamplight, but the warmth could not chase away the chill that entered with the Moren family. At the center of it all sat Becker Moren, tall, severe, his presence suffocating. Beside him, his twin Luan lounged with the cold ease of a serpent, his calculating gaze never resting in one place for long. Behind them, Bickki Moren sat stiffly, his Omega spouse Lyra close by, both silent shadows in the storm. And in front of them, broken yet unbowed, sat Bishki—the boy they had dragged here, his body alive, his eyes dead.

The Wankems had gathered as well. Kain Wankem straight-backed and grim. Ren, quiet yet warm, her hand resting lightly on Killian’s trembling wrist. Kainy, the patriarch, stared coldly at the Morens from across the table, though his Alpha pride could not quite erase the flicker of unease in his eyes. For Becker and Luan were staring at him too. Not with politics, not with enmity—no. Their eyes carried something far heavier. A ghost of intimacy. A history burned into bone.

The silence dragged until Luan chuckled softly, his lips curving.

Luan moren ( enigma )

It has been a long time, Kainy.

Kainy’s jaw tightened, his aged face betraying nothing.

Kainy wankem ( alpha )

Too long.

Becker’s voice was colder, sharper.

Becker moren ( ENIGMA)

I did not expect to see you still breathing.