Welcome to Hell ~~~~ ( Different Versions)
chapter 5
A strange tension spread across the hall, thick as smoke. Killian shifted uncomfortably, glancing between the men, not understanding—but he could feel it. The weight of unsaid things. The way Becker’s eyes cut into his grandfather like a blade, the way Luan’s gaze lingered almost… tenderly.
Kainy did not flinch.
Kainy wankem ( alpha )
The past is dead, Becker. We are not here for old ghosts.
But Luan’s smirk deepened.
Luan moren ( enigma )
A shame. You wore ghosts so beautifully.
The sharp intake of Ren’s breath was almost lost beneath the words, but Killian heard it. His heart pounded. He didn’t understand, but he didn’t dare ask.
Meanwhile, Bickki sat stiff and silent, Lyra’s hand clutching his sleeve. They were ghosts themselves in this conversation, allowed no voice, no choice.
Killian lowered his head, cheeks burning. He risked a glance toward Bishki, his future.
The boy did not look back. His eyes were dull stone, his posture rigid, his presence hollow.
And yet—Killian could not look away. His heart betrayed him again, thrumming wildly in his chest as he stared. Shy. Curious. Drawn.
Ren noticed her son’s gaze and smiled faintly, her hand squeezing his.
Ren wankem ( omega )
See? Just meet him with your eyes first,
She whispered softly.
Killian nodded quickly, trying to hide the flush of pink spreading across his face. But his eyes betrayed him, lingering on Bishki again and again—while Bishki’s eyes stared past him, past everything, into a void only he could se
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