Chapter 4: A Name No One Knows
The garden was silent now.
Lyra had long since gone to bed, her head resting briefly on Aeron's shoulder before she whispered a soft goodnight.
Now it was just him, sitting alone under the faint moonlight, his fingers interlaced, his silver hair fluttering slightly in the breeze.
> If I stay quiet… if I stay good… I die.
He knew the script.
He knew how this world worked.
And most importantly—he knew how it ended for people like him.
The moment Selene got bored, or felt threatened, or desired him too deeply, she would erase him. Just like in the book.
Not this time.
This time, he had knowledge.
And knowledge, when used right, was power.
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Back inside the estate, Aeron quietly slipped back into the study. The lights were off, the hallway empty. Everyone assumed he was just a weak, harmless omega. That worked in his favor.
He sat at the desk and turned on the old terminal in the corner—an outdated computer used by servants for scheduling.
It beeped to life slowly. He knew from the novel that the estate's lower-level systems were rarely monitored directly. As long as he didn't do anything big, it would go unnoticed.
> Time to become someone else.
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Step One: Fake Identity
He used the system's access to register a new beta identity under the name "Eon Vale."
A nonexistent child of a minor branch family. Just believable enough to fly under the radar.
He listed the new ID as a 17-year-old beta student with remote enrollment status. He gave it a bland profile—average grades, average scent, no medical flags.
Then he linked it to a low-level personal banking node and funneled a tiny fraction of Lyra's family funds into it—barely enough to be noticed.
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Step Two: Investment and Masking
Through that account, Eon Vale made his first micro-investments.
A rising biotech startup he knew would explode in 6 months.
A failing boutique chain that would be bought out for triple value.
A software licensing firm that eventually created the safe-omega tech used by schools.
To anyone watching, it was nothing.
Just a lucky beta kid gambling credits.
But Aeron wasn't gambling. He already knew the outcomes.
> I won't rely on the Argent family. I won't rely on Lyra. I won't rely on anyone.
Eon Vale will become a name that moves silently behind the scenes.
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Step Three: Burn the Paper Trail
He deleted all local terminal logs, cleared caches, and shut it all down before the hour ended.
Then, as he rose from the desk, he stared out the window at the distant lights of the city.
Selene's world. Her stage.
> You can look at me all you want, Selene Argent. But by the time you see what I'm doing, it'll be too late.
He walked back to his room, quiet as moonlight.
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The Next Morning
The household was buzzing.
Servants moved quickly, tidying halls and dusting already clean tables.
Today, both Aeron and Lyra were expected to return to school.
The prestigious Calderon Academy, where Alphas ruled the top ranks, Betas kept their heads low, and Omegas were treated like porcelain dolls—treasured and silenced.
Aeron stood before the mirror, adjusting the academy's gray-and-black uniform over his slender frame. His silver hair was tied back, his white eyes dull and emotionless.
Perfect.
He looked harmless. Timid. Unthreatening.
> Let them underestimate me. That's the first trap.
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As he stepped out of his room, Lyra was waiting for him in the hallway.
She smiled softly when she saw him. "You look good, brother."
He gave a small smile back. "So do you."
Lyra was dressed in the Alpha variant of the uniform—black with crimson trim. She looked elegant, serious, and naturally intimidating.
Even now, she held her head higher than most adults.
"We'll be in different classes," she said. "But I'll check on you during breaks."
He nodded. "Don't worry. I'll be fine."
She hesitated, then stepped closer and adjusted the front of his jacket, brushing invisible dust away.
"…I'll come if anyone bothers you," she said quietly.
He nodded again, letting her feel like she was protecting him.
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As they stepped out of the Argent estate, a sleek black car awaited them.
The driver didn't speak—just opened the door and bowed.
But as Aeron climbed in, he noticed something strange.
A second pair of eyes watching from the far balcony of the house.
Selene.
She stood behind the tinted glass, sipping something from a wineglass.
She didn't smile this time.
She just watched.
And for the first time…
> He got the feeling she wasn't just watching him.
She was waiting for something.
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As the car drove toward the gates of Calderon Academy, Aeron turned his head slightly, watching the building disappear behind them.
His first move had been made.
His pieces were on the board.
Now it was time to enter the lion's den.
> School is where everything starts to fall apart in the novel.
This time, I'm going to make sure it falls apart on my terms.