HUFF. HUFF. Colin Reeves panted heavily. He was handicapped. His plans had crashed even before they could properly take flight. He looked up at Ren Carter like a servant did its master. “Please…let me go. Your hands…”Ren snatched his fingers away like they were hot coals. Colin collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. Red, angry welts wrapped around his neck. A tiny trail of smoke billowed in the space between them.“Speak,” Ren spat, his jaw twitching. After a few moments, Colin was able to catch his breath. “I…I could not just sit back and watch you take the position I've prepared for, a-all these years.”He was the often neglected and overlooked son of Dominic Reeves. A medical intern who always failed to impress his high-standard father. So when the nobody intern came from nowhere and claimed his birthright, he decided to pull the first stop he could find. Sending contract killers after Ren. But as it turned out, those contract killers had failed. Now he had to face the wra

Two days later, Hana Blackthorn was in her bedroom in the big Blackthorn mansion. She was surrounded by luxury and bright colors, but she did not seem happy. She munched and crunched on a cylinder of chips that sat in front of her on the bed. Her eyes were glued to the TV screen. This was what she considered a depressed fit. Wasting away in bed on a work day. Suffocating in the same house as her father and brothers. Two days ago, she had been fighting for her life without even knowing it. But today, somehow, that gunshot wound was considerably healed—After the director operated on her himself.Hana was curious about Ren Carter. If she even had her way…she could do a story on him—About his rise from internship to power. From inmate to hospital director.He used to be a simple dude whose existence was just as mundane as his looks. But after he walked out of that penitentiary…out of that explosion…unscathed—He became a different man, a dashing man. A genius of some sort—Now he spe

Ren thought his first week at work would take a smooth bow out now that the rumors were beginning to die down a little bit.But the executives were not letting him off easy.The memory of the damage he'd caused was not fading out anytime soon. An emergency board meeting was called to discuss his inauguration. But the only thing they ended up lamenting about was how horrible he was for the image of the hospital. They mentioned the videos that circulated the internet for a while. They even displayed them on the projector.A powering Ren Carter had been turned into action GIFs. Short reels of him taking flight were topping the charts—Viral tiktok edits were made about his power moves, sensational music playing in the background. He was a real internet sensation within one month of leaving the penitentiary—But for the wrong things.“This cannot work, Mr. Carter,” Cole Wang, chairman of the board, stated in a clear tone. “We don't exactly know what you are, or how you convinced Mr. Re

Blood drained from Hana's face. She glared at him, horrified. Juno cast a helpless glance at Ren before he stepped towards Hana. “I'll apologize on his behalf, miss. He had too much to drink last night—”Hana squared her shoulders and flicked her hair back. “I don’t care. Can we just get this over with? I’ve got work to do.”Meanwhile, Zara snatched her fingers away from Ren’s grip. “Is everything okay with your head?”“What?” Ren shrugged casually, still grinning. “It's a way of greeting.” He seemed aloof to a quietly sulking Hana, his gaze entirely locked on Zara. At the moment, he was not himself. Juno could see it was the leery dragon blazing through. He'd done enough observation to be able to tell.He moved close to Ren and his voice dropped to a hushed whisper. “We should get going. We have other engagements tonight, you know.”Ren heaved a sigh and moved away from Zara. Hana was already a few steps ahead, her spine stiff as a rod. “What are you running from?” he asked as he

In the grand underground layout of Nakim academy, three hundred students were gathered, awaiting the arrival of the shadow sovereign. The young master. The man who was supposed to take the seat tonight as the Headmaster. However, he was running forty-five minutes late. Juno paced about the front court of the academy restlessly. He dialed Ren’s number repeatedly, but there was not even a single response. He wondered if he made a mistake trusting Ren to get Hana and head over to the academy, all on his own. Could he be trusted to do anything right? Could he have bailed out already? Juno strongly doubted the possibility. Yet, he could not understand why Ren was not there yet…or taking his calls. Someone cleared their throat behind him. He turned to find Masaki Kai standing there in his heavy robe. A deep frown marred the older man’s features. “What excuse do you have for your Young Master this time?” Juno immediately assumed a straight posture, hands behind his back. “I believe he'