Felix doesn't resist. His head is still spinning from the betrayal.
He stumbles forward, mind still replaying the images—the sounds—the *words* he once thought were meant only for him:
**"Tonight, you're mine."**
But they don't seem real anymore. Did they ever?
As he stands outside the room, breathing hard, a low murmur of voices reaches him from deeper in the warehouse.
"Is he gone?"
"Yeah," a man's voice replies—rough. "Ran outta here like the devil was after him."
A snicker.
"Probably went running back to his pet."
They laugh. Something cold creeps through Felix's chest.
"Too bad for the poor lad," another voice adds. "Reckon his *lover* was the one who kidnapped him."
One of the others scoffs.
"What? You kidding? They were always two peas in a pod. You really think that's a secret?"
"Could've fooled me," the first voice mutters. "Not like we've ever seen them act 'loverly,' or whatever."
"You kidding?" the second voice laughs again. "They were practically all over each other most of the time. And always whispering in each other's ears... "
"Yeah, well," the third man says, cracking his knuckles, "doesn't matter now. The deal's done. Mika gets what he wants—power over Jake—or at least a *wedge* between them—and we get paid."
A chair scrapes.
"And the omega?" another asks. "You think he's still here? After seeing that video?"
Silence.
Then—
"...He looked broken."
Felix stiffens in the shadows outside their door. His breath hitches—but silently.
They don't know he's free.
Not yet.
But they're *laughing.*
Laughing about it—about him, about Jake…
about love turned to ash in seconds—
and something deep inside Felix *snaps.*
Felix steps out from the shadows, hands clenched hard into fists.
"Hey," he growls.
The men whirl around, startled by the sudden voice—and then startled again when they realize who it is:
Felix. Standing *free.*
All laughter drains from their face—replaced by sudden, unmasked terror.
The first man takes a step backward.
"H-how…" he stutters. "You're... you're supposed to be *chained…* "
Felix steps forward.
The men shrink back, eyes wide. They don't even *reach* for their knives.
"I broke those chains," he says, his voice low. Fury flickers in his eyes like wildfire. "With my *hands*. And then? I came here. Just to hear you *laughing.* About me. About *Jake.*"
Another step closer. This time, the men don't move.
Too *scared.*
"He *loved* me," Felix whispers—voice trembling, not with fear, but with rage so deep it feels ancient. "And you made me *watch* him take it all back."
His gaze locks onto the man who laughed the loudest—the one still holding the phone.
"**You showed me that.** On purpose."
The man stammers, dropping the device.
"N-no! It wasn't—I didn't—"
Felix doesn't wait.
He lunges—fast and brutal. One punch to the jaw sends him sprawling into crates.
The others try to run—but he's on them in seconds: grabbing, slamming into walls, throwing punches fueled by heartbreak and fury.
No words. No mercy.
Just pain—for every second they held him.
For every lie they fed him.
For that *kiss.*
When it's over?
They're crumpled on the floor—bleeding, whimpering—not dead… but close enough to wish they were.
Felix stands over them, breathing hard—the ghost of tears in his eyes—but no softness left in his face.
"**Next time,**" he says coldly. "**You don't touch what's not yours."**
Then he turns…
and vanishes into shadows—
not a victim anymore…
but something far more dangerous:
**a storm set loose.**
---
The streets are dark. Quiet. The wind whispers over the empty cobblestones, carrying with it the faint, far-off sound of a clocktower's bells somewhere in the distance. It's late.
But Felix doesn't care.
He walks on; hands shoved in his pockets, gaze fixed on the street in front of him. Streetlights cast a yellow glow that flickers past—quick and broken—as he strides between the shadows.
Felix's mind is a tornado of thoughts—fury and pain and betrayal all twisted together—until it forms a single, crystal-clear image:
Mika.
He *kissed* Jake. He *used* Jake's trust to get what he wanted. He *used* Felix's love to drive them apart.
Anger flares again. White-hot, sharp-edged anger like shattered glass.
Mika will *suffer* for this.
"You wanted a war?" Felix whispers into the night, voice low—dangerous. "You wanted to *break* us?"
His hands clench at his sides, knuckles still bruised and split from the men in the warehouse.
"**Then I'll give you one.**"
He starts walking faster now—purpose returning to his steps.
Not back to safety.
Not back to hiding.
Straight toward the castle.
Straight toward Mika's room.
And when they meet?
No words will be needed—
just blood,
and vengeance,
and one final truth:
***Felix may be an omega…***
***But tonight? He's wrath incarnate.***
---
Felix reaches the castle walls. He could be smart—climb the stones, sneak in through a window, keep to the shadows…
But there's no subtlety left in him.
He marches straight to the gate.
"Open up," he growls at the first guard he sees—standing to attention in shock at the sight of him.
"Felix?!" the guard stammers, eyes wide. "But—you're supposed to be—"
**"Dead?"** Felix cuts in, voice like ice. His gaze locks onto the man's—no fear, no hesitation. Just fire.
"**I'm worse than that. I'm *back.* Now open the damn gate… or I'll break it down myself."**
The guard hesitates just a second too long.
Felix doesn't wait.
One step forward—
a flash of motion—
and he's past him, shoulder slamming into the man hard enough to knock him aside—but not kill.
He strides through the courtyard like judgment itself.
Guards shout behind him. Alarms ring faintly in the distance.
But Felix doesn't stop.
Not for duty.
Not for rules.
Only one thing matters now:
***Mika will answer—for everything he took away...***
---
Footsteps pound behind him. More guards appear—running, drawing weapons, calling out in angry, panicked shouts.
But Felix doesn't slow. He dodges around them, ducking and weaving through the chaos.
One tries to grab him.
Felix throws him off, hard enough to hear a sickening crack.
He keeps moving…
Up the stairs…
Down the hallway…
Until he stands directly outside Mika's room.
The door is shut, but Felix isn't stupid.
He knows Mika knows he's there.
He can hear movement from inside.
Quiet, cautious…
*Fear.*
Felix can feel it.
He knocks.
Hard.
**"Come out here."**
For a long moment, there's only silence.
**"I said—COME OUT!"**
Felix slams his fist against the door again—this time hard enough to crack the wood.
"You don't get to hide! You don't get to *slink away* after everything you did!"
His voice cracks—not from weakness, but rage so deep it burns.
Inside, silence still… then—
the slow creak of floorboards.
The door opens a crack.
Mika stands there—but not smug. Not powerful.
He looks… wary. Tense. Even pale under the dim candlelight behind him.
"Felix," he says softly. "You shouldn't be here."
Felix doesn't answer with words.
He *kicks* the door open—and Mika stumbles back, barely catching himself on the desk as Felix storms in like a storm given flesh and fury.
Mika flinches as **Felix strides across the room and—**
*Slap. Hard.*
He staggers.
**Slap. Hard.**
His face is red but he doesn't fight.
**Slap. Harder.**
His head is turned now—body tense—eyes squeezed shut.
**Slap. Hard enough to make his ear ring.**
He stays silent through his teeth—not daring to raise a hand.
*Only when Felix speaks again:*
"Look at me."
Mika turns—slowly, slowly—and finally opens his eyes.
There's still defiance in his gaze—a last shred of that arrogance that made Felix hate him.
Not anymore.
"You did this," Felix snaps, eyes blazing. "You used my trust, you *used* Jake's—you took *everything* from me."
Mika stares back at him, jaw clenched—but he says nothing.
"Do you even feel sorry?" Felix presses, voice thick with disdain.
Again, silence.
Mika won't give him the satisfaction of an apology.
"Look at me, damn you!"
He grabs Mika's chin, forcing his gaze upward. Mika winces, just a little, but still doesn't reply.
"I said: **Look. At. Me."**
This time, Mika's eyes meet his.
Felix leans in, close enough to almost share breath.
"Say you're sorry."
There's a soft shuffle of feet at the door, and Felix's head snaps around—
—to see Jake standing there.
He looks… a mess. His hair is even more wild than usual, eyes red, face streaked with old tears. His shirt is rumpled, like he threw it on in a rush.
He seems dazed, almost lost—but when his gaze meets Felix's, something in his eyes sharpens.
"Felix," he whispers. "I'm so sorry."
Felix feels like the breath has been punched out of him. Just hearing Jake's voice is enough to make his heart ache with longing—love, and pain, and a dozen emotions he thought he'd pushed away.
He opens his mouth, but for once words fail him entirely. For a moment, he can only *stare* at Jake, drinking in the sight of him like air.
Then—
"You're here," he whispers back.
"Jake," Felix whispers again—voice cracking with all the emotions he can't hold back anymore. "I..."
But his words die on his lips.
He can't say it. *How* can he? After everything that happened…
He stares at Jake—at the pain in his eyes, the ache in his voice, the tear that falls slowly down his cheek.
"You shouldn't have come," he finally manages. "I can't be with you. I can't even look at you."
Jake's face falls—shock giving way to grief.
"W-what…?" he whispers. "You—you don't mean that."
"I do," Felix snaps—too quickly, too rough. "We're toxic together and you know it. I'll always hold you back."
Jake shakes his head, eyes red.
"You don't get to give up on us, Felix," he says hoarsely. "That's *my* job."
Felix's breath hitches, but he doesn't back down.
"There is no 'us', not anymore."
Jake steps forward as if to reach for him, but Felix steps back—quick, sharp.
"Don't."
"I'm leaving," Felix says, voice cold now—like steel wrapped in ice. "Tonight. Flight's already booked."
Jake freezes.
"What? No—Felix, you can't just—"
"**I can.** And I *will.*" He turns away, jaw clenched tight. "You had your chance… and you *kissed him.*"
Silence.
The weight of those words crushes the room.
Felix doesn't look back.
"I loved you more than anything," he whispers. "And that's why I have to go."
Then he walks past Jake—shoulder brushing his without pause—and doesn't stop until the door clicks shut behind him…
leaving Jake standing in silence,
heart broken all over again,
and Mika watching from the shadows—
realizing too late:
*He won… but lost everything anyway.*
Mika pushes away from the wall he's slumped against, crossing to the window. He watches Felix disappear into the night, too far to hear what he's whispering to himself.
"Damnit…"
For the first time in a long time, he lets his shoulders sag, head dropping into his hands. His face feels raw and weary at the same time, a thousand emotions fighting for dominance.
*What have I done?*