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
Last Updated: 2025-08-16
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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Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Five: His ArroganceLucien walked into the open-air dining space just as the evening light spread across the stone floor. The place was quiet, wide, and calm, with soft wind moving through the decorative curtains. His father was already seated at the long table, eating in silence. He did not look up at first, only lifted his hand slightly, signaling Lucien to sit.Lucien took the seat across from his father. A plate was placed in front of him by a servant who quickly disappeared. For a few moments, only the sound of cutlery and birds from the garden filled the space.“I’m going back to the penthouse,” Lucien said calmly as he picked up his fork.“No, you’re not.” Mr. Vale replied, nonchalantly.Lucien looked up. “I’ll take guards with me. I’ll take Red too.”Mr. Vale finally raised his eyes. “Fine. You can go to your penthouse, but on one condition. You leave Noah here.”Lucien’s hand stilled. “No. Why should I leave him here?”Mr. Vale leaned back slightly. “I figured your ego wouldn’t let you give him
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Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Four: Obsessed“Free my cock from my pants, baby, I wanna put it inside you.”Noah whined into Lucien's chest, his voice muffled against the warm skin there. “Lucien, you need to relax. The doctor's coming back soon to check on you, and that IV is still hooked up. We can't just ignore it.”Lucien smirked, his fingers tracing lazy circles on Noah's back.“I can rip it off. Easy fix.”“No!” Noah lifted his head, eyes wide with concern. “You shouldn't rip it out. The fluid's running fast— it's the third bag, and the first two were huge. I'm pretty sure you fainted from dehydration the way the doctor was filling your body with water.”Lucien wasn't really listening, his mind already elsewhere, fixed on the heat building between them. “It's not dehydration,” he muttered dismissively. With a quick yank, he pulled the IV needle from his hand, ignoring the sharp sting and the trickle of blood that followed. He tossed the tube aside and hauled Noah up, positioning him to straddle his waist so Noah lay fully
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Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Three: With HimNoah had fallen asleep on the chair beside the bed.He was sitting upright, his back slightly bent, his head resting on the edge of the mattress. One of his hands lay on Lucien’s chest, right above his heart, as if he had placed it there without thinking and then forgotten to move it. His breathing was slow and uneven, the kind that came only after hours of fear and waiting. His hair was a mess, his face pale with exhaustion.Lucien blinked awake.At first, everything felt heavy. The ceiling lights appeared too bright to him even though the room wasn't really brightly lit, his body felt stiff, and there was a dull ache behind his eyes. Then he felt the warmth of the small familiar hand on his chest.He turned his head slowly and saw Noah.Something in Lucien’s chest softened instantly.Without fully opening his eyes, Lucien squeezed the hand resting on him. Noah didn’t wake, but his fingers curled slightly in response. Lucien lifted that hand with effort and brought it to his face. He
Last Updated: 2026-01-11
Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Two: Nothing Without Him(Noah's POV)Lucien fell.It happened so fast my brain didn’t catch up immediately. One moment he was gripping the railing, the next his body just… gave up. Guards who I didn’t even register as standing around rushed forward within seconds. It was like they appeared out of nowhere. They caught him before he could hit the ground fully. He slumped, heavy and terrifyingly limp, but he didn’t completely fall flat.I screamed his name and ran forward.Hands slammed into my chest.They pushed me back so hard I almost fell. I would have fallen if Daniel hadn’t grabbed me from behind, his arm wrapping around my middle to steady me.“Lucien!” I shouted, trying to break free.They didn’t even look at me.They lifted Lucien upright, two men supporting him from either side, his feet barely touching the floor. His head lolled forward. He didn’t respond. That sight burned into my head like a brand.They moved fast, carrying him toward his room and I followed, heart trying to beat its way out of my
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Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and One: End It All?Morning came soft and pale over the compound.The air was cool, clean, and still held a trace of night. Dew drops clung to leaves and grass, catching light as the sun climbed slowly. Lucien walked beside Noah along the stone path that curved around the mansion grounds.Noah was wearing Lucien’s shirt. It was too big on him. The sleeves swallowed his hands, the hem brushed his thighs. He walked carefully, slow enough that his limping wasn’t obvious. Every step was measured. Lucien noticed anyway.“Let me carry you,” Lucien said quietly.Noah shook his head at once. “No. I can walk. I’m fine.”Lucien didn’t argue. He watched Noah instead, eyes tracking the slight stiffness in his movement, the way he shifted his weight. The guilt pressed heavy in his chest.They passed the large garden first. Flowers stood in neat rows, colors soft and controlled. Then the big fountain came into view, water rushing and loud, throwing mist into the air. Noah glanced at it, then pointed ahead with a small
Last Updated: 2026-01-07
Chapter: Chapter One Hundred: Daddy's Stress ToyLucien pushed open the door to his bedroom, the heavy wood creaking on its hinges, his broad frame filling the threshold. In one hand, he gripped a pair of sleek leather cuffs, the metal buckles glinting under the dim lamp light. In the other, he balanced two candles— one red as fresh blood, the other stark white like bone. The weight of what his father told him clung to him like thick smoke.He's angry at himself, but he's selfish enough to crave Noah still. He wants to shed it all, to pour the tension into something raw and claiming. And he knows his pet is always eager to take it.Noah knelt beside the bed, stripped bare, skin pale and smooth in the low glow. His knees pressed into the plush carpet, hands resting on his thighs, head bowed in submission. The sight stirred Lucien's cock, already half-hard in his slacks, but he held back, letting the anticipation build.Lucien crossed the room in three strides, dropping onto the edge of the bed. He spread his legs wide, manspreading w
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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 Five: The Healing Night(Elara’s POV)The cell door creaked open just enough for the shadow to slip inside. My heart seized half terror, half relief when I recognized the familiar figure crouched in the dim light.“Kaelen…” I whispered, my voice cracking.He crouched closer, careful not to make a sound. The faintest trace of moonlight caught his profile, strong, sharp, impossibly beautiful. My chest ached with a longing I tried to deny, but the exhaustion, the pain, the isolation all of it made his presence a lifeline.“I had to see you,” he murmured. “I couldn’t leave you here like this.”I wanted to reach out, to throw myself into his arms, but my wrists were shackled, and my body still ached from the council’s cruelty. Instead, I simply stayed still, letting him approach.“You’re hurt worse than I imagined,” he whispered, eyes scanning my bloodied dress and the bruises forming along my thighs. His hands hovered over me for a moment, and I could feel the
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty Four: Unexpected Visitor(Elara’s POV)The shadow lingered just beyond the faint light, and I dared not move. My wrists throbbed where the silver cuffs bit into my skin, but all I could think of was the presence before me. Powerful. Familiar. Impossible.A whisper, barely audible, floated across the cold stone.“Elara…”I froze. My breath hitched. The voice soft, deliberate, threaded with concern made my chest tighten in a way I hadn’t felt in days. I wanted to leap forward, to grab him, to feel the warmth of him beside me, but instinct told me to wait. Wait. Observe. Protect yourself.The chains rattled lightly as I shifted. My power hummed, instinctively reaching, sensing the presence in the darkness. My heartbeat synchronized with the energy that radiated from him strong, protective, steady.Kaelen.I had barely allowed myself to hope. After the council’s betrayal, after Clara’s gloating, after Damon’s cold indifference, I hadn’t let anyone
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty Three: Isolation Begins(Elara’s POV)The door slammed behind me, the iron echoing like a death knell. Darkness swallowed everything immediately the smell of damp stone, the chill biting through my bloodied dress, and the sharp tang of iron in the air. My wrists ached where the silver cuffs bit into my skin, but the cold was worse. It crept into my bones and settled there, heavy, unyielding.I stumbled forward, the chains clinking with every step. The guards had gone before I even had a chance to call out. Alone. Truly alone.I sank to the floor, the rough stone cold against my bloodied thighs. I pressed my hands to my belly, fingers brushing against the damp fabric and sticky warmth. The babies kicked small, desperate movements that made me ache with fierce love. They are still here. They are still alive.I leaned my forehead against the wall, pressing into the unforgiving stone. My breaths came fast and shallow, my body trembling, my thoughts racing. Wh
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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
Last Updated: 2025-06-18
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
Last Updated: 2025-06-15
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
Last Updated: 2025-06-14
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