Chapter: Chapter Sixty Six: A Glitch In His Perfect World ( Lucien’s POV)The scream hadn’t finished echoing when Noah hit the ground.For one horrifying second, I couldn’t breathe. The bat slipped from my hand, clattering uselessly on the blood-splattered floor. All I saw was Noah; small, trembling, terrified… and collapsing like his body had simply shut down.Everything else vanished.The men, the blood, the cell… all irrelevant.Only he mattered.I crossed the cell in two strides and scooped him into my arms. He was weightless; too light, too soft, too breakable. His head rested against my chest as if he belonged there, but his skin was cold with shock.My voice came out low.“Noah. Hey. Noah…”No response.I didn’t stay another second.I carried him out, my men stepping aside instantly. One of them shut the cell door behind us; the clang rang out like a punishment I deserved.We reached the living room upstairs.Slippers were waiting.My men were already kneeling to unbuckle the skating shoes from my feet; those blood-splattered monstros
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty Five: This MadnessThe moment Lucien stepped out and the bedroom door clicked shut, silence swallowed the room whole.Noah lay where Lucien placed him, Lucien’s jacket still over his head, the soft fabric smelling faintly of cologne and gunpowder. It should have been comforting. It should have made him feel hidden, protected, small in a way that felt safe.Instead—Instead the room suddenly felt wrong.The corners darkened. Shadows stretched. A pressure settled over the walls, like the air was thickening, like something unseen had crawled in through the cracks and was now watching him.Noah’s chest tightened.Someone was here.He didn’t know how he knew it, but he knew.He curled tighter beneath the jacket, clutching the fabric as though it could shield him, but the sensation only worsened. The moment he covered his head, he felt— clear as breath against his neck— that something was hovering above him. Leaning down. Watching him from inches away.His breath stuttered.No.No no no—He yanked the jacket
Last Updated: 2025-11-18
Chapter: Chapter Sixty Four: Attack The first gunshot cracked through the night.Metal screamed. Glass burst.The car jerked violently left as the driver shouted something sharp and quick into the comms. Noah’s whole body stiffened, eyes wide, hands flying instinctively to his ears as another deafening blast ricocheted across the street.Lucien reacted before thought existed.He grabbed Noah, dragged him across the seat, and shielded him with his own body. He soon ripped off his suit jacket and he forced it over Noah’s head, cupping the back of Noah’s skull firmly.“Don’t look,” he ordered, voice deep and low and terrifyingly calm.Noah trembled beneath the suffocating fabric, breath coming fast—too fast—his chest rising and falling unevenly.Gunshots.Noah hated guns.Lucien knew that. He’d sworn to himself to keep guns away from the boy.But tonight… tonight he had no choice. The car swerved again, tires screeching as the driver maneuvered through the ambush with the calm of someone who had definitely lived through
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty Three: The Auction( Noah’s POV)A light tap on my bum made me jolt awake.I blinked into dim evening light, disoriented for a second. The room wasn’t mine, the ceiling wasn’t mine, the bed definitely wasn’t mine; which meant I’d been asleep for… I had no idea how long.Lucien stood beside the bed, dressed in fresh black-on-black like he’d stepped out of a billionaire mafia catalog. “Get up. We’re going to an auction.”I rubbed my eyes. “Auction?”He didn’t explain, he just turned and walked out with that quiet authority that meant follow. And I did.---A quick jump later — after freshening up, after finally locating my shoes in this maze of a house, after staring into the mirror wondering why the satin shirt, Lucien insisted I wear, made me look softer than usual — we were stepping through the mansion’s front doors, heading to the car where Daniel was already waiting with a bored expression and an expensive drink in hand.He perked right up the moment we reached the auction building.If Daniel were a
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty Two: His Growing Addiction ( Noah’s POV)I wasn't sure what Daniel was driving at but I couldn't have been more thankful when the masseurs stepped into the room, because now he'd let go of whatever he was trying to find out from me. The masseur’s hands were firm, professional… but foreign. Every press of his palm on my back made my skin tighten instead of relax. I wasn’t used to this. I wasn't used to people touching me gently, purposefully, like I was something worth caring for. My shoulders tensed, my chest felt too tight, and I almost flinched.No one had ever touched me like that. No one but Lucien.The thought slipped in before I could stop it. I shut my eyes, exhaling slowly, and imagined it was him… his hand tracing my back, his breath hovering just behind my ear, the low hum of his voice when he’d say my name like it belonged to him.The discomfort started fading. I pictured Lucien instead of the stranger, and suddenly, the heat in the room didn’t come just from the room's temperature.I was gone; half
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty One: Suspicious (Noah's POV)The air in the sauna was heavy, hot; like really hot; and thick enough to make me forget how to breathe properly. I have never been in a freaking sauna before.Daniel leaned back against the wooden wall like he owned the heat itself, towel hanging low on his hips. His skin glistened, gold and dangerous under the orange lights. He looked like the kind of man who could talk his way into heaven and charm his way out of hell.I sat across from him, trying very hard not to fidget or stare at the water bead rolling slowly down his collarbone.He smiled when he caught me looking. “You’re tense, boy toy. Loosen up. It’s just heat, not an interrogation.”I forced a laugh. “Yeah, I can tell. You’re practically melting.”“Melting’s good for the soul,” he said, eyes closing briefly. “You should try it. Might even wash off that innocent act you’ve got going.”I blinked. “Innocent act?”He cracked an eye open, smirking. “Oh, come on. Lucien brings just anyone home. You’re not exactly h
Last Updated: 2025-11-13
Midnight in His Office
𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙨 𝙞𝙣, 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙜𝙤 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬…
Lior never meant to send the photo.
One reckless swipe and his boss, Adrian Valehart, CEO of Valehart Industries, was staring at something that could end both their careers.
Adrian was supposed to be untouchable. Married to a powerful socialite. A father. A man with everything to lose. But from the moment he saw Lior’s flushed lips and bare skin on his phone, he couldn’t get him out of his mind.
What began as a dangerous mistake turns into an addiction neither can quit. Stolen hours in glass-walled offices. Breathless meetings that end with the door locked. A lust so consuming, it threatens to burn their world down. Adrian’s world is built on power, money, and lies… and Lior is suddenly standing in the middle of it all.
When a corporate scandal, a crumbling marriage, and dangerous secrets close in, Lior must decide: run before he’s ruined, or risk everything for a man who was never his to love.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆.
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Chapter: Chapter Four: Crossing a Line(Lior's POV)The soft click of a lock snapped my attention back.I hadn’t even realized Adrian had walked toward the far end of his office until I saw him push open what I thought was part of the wall. Only it wasn’t a wall. A door swung inward, and beyond it was something I never in my life expected to find inside a CEO’s office: a full master bedroom.A bed, polished and massive, sat against the wall with sheets so crisp they could probably cut me. A closet took up an entire side. There was even a restroom door, slightly ajar, hinting at marble tiles inside. Who the hell keeps a whole house inside their office?“Go inside,” Adrian said simply, his voice the kind that doesn’t invite argument. “Take a quick shower. An outfit’s already prepared on the bed.”I blinked at him, my brain tripping over itself. “Uh… what?”His eyes flicked to me like I’d just asked if the sky was blue. “You’ll be representing me today. You can’t show up in what you’re wearing. Go.”That was it. No more words
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Chapter: Chapter Three: My Day Could've Been Worse(Lior's POV)My alarm didn’t wake me. My phone did.A shrill, jarring ring that ripped me straight out of the kind of dream that probably would have made Freud nod knowingly.I groaned into my pillow, cracked one eye open, and stared at the vibrating rectangle on my nightstand. The name flashing on the screen was enough to make my stomach tighten.Great. The day’s barely started and my mood’s already circling the drain.“Not today, Satan in heels,” I muttered, and thumbed the red decline button without hesitation.I lay there for a second, willing myself to pretend it never happened but my conscience was apparently in the mood to play drill sergeant.With a sigh, I reached for the phone again, opened my banking app, and stared at my balance. A couple hundred gone wouldn’t kill me. It would just wound me mortally and leave me limping for the rest of the month.I hovered my thumb over the “Transfer” button for a long moment, telling myself I didn’t have to. That I could just… not. But t
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Chapter: Chapter Two: Lior's Life(Lior's POV)The city smells like burnt coffee, cheap perfume, and capitalism.I’m walking home with my headphones in but no music playing, classic fake-listening-to-avoid-eye-contact move. It’s been a long day of avoiding Adrian West like he’s the final boss of my anxiety, which, in a way, he is.God, if someone had told sixteen-year-old me I’d end up working as a personal assistant to Adrian Valehart, the youngest CEO in the city’s history, net worth so high it’s probably illegal, I’d have laughed in their face and gone back to watching cat videos.But here I am. Twenty-two years old. Shorter than I'd have loved to be if I had a choice. Male Omega. No college degree. And, somehow, still employed at ValehartCorp after a whole year.A miracle. Or a glitch in the simulation.People at work call me the Gen Z PA. Not because I wear crop tops to the office (I don’t, HR would faint), but because I allegedly “act like one of those TikTok kids who think sarcasm is a personality.” Which… fair
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Chapter: Chapter One: "Accidentally"(Lior’s POV)If my rent wasn’t bleeding me dry, I’d have quit this job a long time ago. Not because I hate it… okay, maybe a little, but mostly because working under Adrian Valehart is like living inside a pressure cooker. He’s the kind of man who can make a “good morning” feel like a performance review. Sharp suit. Sharper jawline. And eyes that could kill you or kiss you, depending on the day.And today? I was determined to stay as far away from him as possible.The morning started harmless enough. I woke up late, because obviously my alarm clock is an enemy of progress. My sheets were tangled around me like I’d been fighting demons in my sleep. I stumbled into the bathroom, dragged my hair into something resembling human order, and hopped into the shower.Hot water. Steam. Me humming that one song that’s been rotting my brain for three weeks.I got out, dripping and lazy, wrapped in my towel. My phone buzzed.[Jay]: Did you meet him last night? 👀[Me]: Nah. Got ghosted. Again.[Ja
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The Alpha Prince's Forbidden Scent
"I carried his child. I wore his mark. But when I screamed, no one heard me."
In a kingdom ruled by Alphas and silence, Elara was the perfect Omega—obedient, mated, forgotten. Married to the cruel Damon, she was forced to bear his heirs through IVF, her body reduced to a vessel, her voice buried beneath duty and shame.
When her babies refused to be born, they blamed her womb.
When she ran, they called her wicked.
But Elara is not powerless—not really.
Locked deep within her blood is a legacy older than the crown. A secret hidden beneath moonlight and lies. A storm waiting to rise. And a love—royal, forbidden, and burning—that refuses to die.
Everything changes the night she saves a stranger from bleeding out in the woods... only to learn he’s Kaelen, the future king. Their bond is instant. Dangerous. Irrevocable. But when fate reunites them, Elara finds herself caught in a battle for her children, her freedom, and the truth.
The twin sons thought to be Damon's? They’re Kaelen’s.
The quiet Omega they cast aside? She holds the bloodline that could bring the kingdom to its knees.
“The Alpha Prince's Forbidden Scent” is a haunting, romantic, and devastatingly powerful tale of rebellion, legacy, and one Omega’s fight to reclaim her voice, her power, and the love they said she could never have.
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty-Two: Trial Of The Unheard (Elara's POV) I reached down, fingers trembling, I wanted to confirm… and I did. Warmth. Wet. I lifted my hand. Blood. Fresh. Bright. Spreading. My white dress—chosen so carefully, so quietly, to look soft, pure, to make the council see me as something other than tainted—was ruined. The scarlet stain bled through the front like an accusation, like a warning, like a curse. I had wanted to look like the innocent one. Now I just looked... broken. I clutched my belly, breath shallow, hands slick, too afraid to move, too afraid to not move. And Clara… She stood there. Looking right at me like she saw nothing. “Oh dear,” she said with mock sympathy, her voice syrupy and cold. “So sorry, but your trial’s been rescheduled.” My ears rang. What? She stepped closer, smiling like she’d just won a game. “It’s this morning, not tomorrow. I do hope you’re prepared… because after this trial, you might actually want to run.” She grabbed my arm. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. I couldn’t
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty-Two: Trial Of The Unheard (Elara's POV)I reached down, fingers trembling, I wanted to confirm… and I did.Warmth.Wet.I lifted my hand.Blood.Fresh. Bright. Spreading.My white dress—chosen so carefully, so quietly, to look soft, pure, to make the council see me as something other than tainted—was ruined. The scarlet stain bled through the front like an accusation, like a warning, like a curse.I had wanted to look like the innocent one.Now I just looked... broken.I clutched my belly, breath shallow, hands slick, too afraid to move, too afraid to not move.And Clara…She stood there.Looking right at me like she saw nothing.“Oh dear,” she said with mock sympathy, her voice syrupy and cold. “So sorry, but your trial’s been rescheduled.”My ears rang.What?She stepped closer, smiling like she’d just won a game. “It’s this morning, not tomorrow. I do hope you’re prepared… because after this trial, you might actually want to run.”She grabbed my arm.I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. I couldn’t find my voice. No
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty-One: When The Moon Forgets Its Daughter.(Elara's POV)The forest was humming.Not with wind. Not with birdsong. But with something older—a pulse beneath the earth, like a second heartbeat I’d forgotten how to hear.I was barefoot, dressed in white. The trees whispered as I passed them, their leaves shifting like murmuring mouths. The moon above was swollen, crimson, watching me.“Come home,” a voice said.I turned.She was standing just beyond the fog. My wolf.She looked like me—but wilder. Taller. Hair darker. Eyes like a starless sky.Her bare feet didn’t stir the ground. Her long fingers curled and uncurled by her sides as if she didn’t know what to do with them. And yet… there was power in the way she stood.She took a step forward.“I waited,” she said.Another step. Her voice echoed inside my bones, not my ears.“I called. You gave them your silence.”“I had no choice,” I whispered, heart thudding.“You did,” she replied. “You gave me away for them.”She reached out her hand.And I, trembling, reached back.The momen
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty: The Garden Of The Forsaken.(Elara's POV)Kaelen dropped me near the entrance.Not close enough to stir questions, not far enough to be unkind. Just enough space to make me walk those last few steps alone.The gravel was sharp beneath my feet, biting into my soles, but I didn’t flinch. I’d already walked on worse.The pack house loomed in the dusk, windows lit like eyes watching my return. Every brick in the wall remembered what I was meant to be. Every crack whispered what I’d become.The wind shifted.And then came him.Damon.He stepped out from the shadow of the columns like rot surfacing beneath clean water. Same expensive coat. Same crooked smile. The kind that used to make girls blush. The kind that now made my skin crawl.“Look who decided to crawl home,” he said, voice soaked in contempt. “You look like a damn rogue, Elara. Barefoot and filthy. Is this how low you’ve fallen?”I didn’t stop walking. Just angled my body to the side, avoiding his touch, his shadow.“I want to stay at the greenhouse,” I sai
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty Nine: Ache Where the Light Touches(Elara's POV)His arms were around me, strong and shaking, pulling me back from the edge like his soul had bled to reach mine.I don’t know how long I sobbed. Long enough to empty my lungs. Long enough for the world to tilt and spin and still leave me kneeling in the hollow of myself. But Kaelen never let go. Not once.I could feel his heartbeat through the fabric of his shirt, steady and unyielding, like a drum refusing to give in to silence. His chin rested on the crown of my head, breath trembling against my scalp, arms trembling with the weight of holding me together."I can’t do it anymore," I whispered into his chest, my voice barely human."You don’t have to," he whispered back, burying his face in my hair. "You don’t have to do it alone."But I was alone, wasn’t I?Even in his arms, even as I trembled against the warmth of him, the grief was louder.The wind moved through the trees, rustling branches like bones cracking against the silence, but it was the stillness between us
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty Eight: If the Wind Could Answer(Elara's POV)There are no words heavy enough to carry what I’m feeling.There’s no breath light enough to keep me from drowning.I don’t remember deciding to leave the court.I don’t remember the guards letting me pass, or if they even tried to stop me.I just remember my legs moving—wooden, numb, determined—and the trees opening around me like they knew I needed hiding.The forest has always been a place where things go to be forgotten.Wolves. Secrets. The last pieces of yourself you’re too ashamed to keep.Maybe that’s why I came.I walked until the thorns no longer bit, until my feet didn’t sting from the earth. I walked past the roots that wanted to trip me, past the judging branches, past the last place where anyone would think to look.And then I stopped.I stood in a clearing ringed with stillness. The wind was too quiet. The sky too clean. No birdsong. No voices. No eyes.Just me.Just me and the weight in my belly that felt like it might split me in two, not from the babies
Last Updated: 2025-06-09
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