Im an omega who can hear the shadows sing.
Patient #495. Nyx Blackwood. Scorpio.
They call me dangerous. Unstable.
The Fated M.U.S.E.
Mentally insane, they wrote in my file.
Unsatisfactory, they marked on my tests.
Scentless, they whispered in fear.
Excelled beyond control, they warned the others.
For six years, Ravenscroft Asylum has been my prison, their white walls keeping the world safe from me.
Or maybe keeping me safe from the world.
Until four of the most lethal alphas in the Parazodiac Nexus break in.
They dont just take me. They claim me.
Atlas, Capricorn, with his blindfolded gaze that strips me bare.
Dante, Leo, who reads my silence better than anyone with perfect hearing.
Kieran, Pisces, carrying the weight of a shattered bond that should have killed him.
Vale, Taurus, whose failing body houses an unstoppable will.
Theyre feral. Dangerous. Operating outside every law the city holds dear.
And they say Im theirs.
But the shadows are singing louder now, warning of ancient blood feuds and deadly power plays.
The asylum wanted to keep me locked away — they should have worried more about what would happen when I got out.
These alphas think they can protect me from everything.
Everything except themselves.
Everything except what I might become with them.
And in the Parazodiac Nexus, survival means breaking all the rules.
Even the ones written by Fate.
