Chapter: Chapter Thirty Three: Take What I GiveLucien kept Noah bent over his lap like a prized possession, the boy’s flushed skin glowing against the delicate black lace. The thin straps of the lingerie dug lightly into the swell of his hips, framing the curve of his reddened ass like a piece of art meant only for him.And Noah lay draped over the strong thighs, his breath hitching in uneven pulls, the fine straps of the lingerie doing nothing to hide the reddened swell of his ass. Lucien’s palm lingered there, tracing the heat he’d just built with lazy, almost affectionate circles, his fingertips gliding over the delicate lace edges as though to remind himself how little there was between his hand and bare skin.“Look at you,” Lucien murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Noah’s spine. “You make a mess of yourself so easily… just for me.”A shiver rippled through the boy, his legs tightening instinctively.Lucien pressed down lightly with his fingers, feeling the way Noah’s body tensed under the touch. “Still so
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty Two: Horny Brat(Lucien's POV) Asking Noah to sit on that desk while I work might have been the biggest mistake I've ever made if I didn't do some unwise things in the past. Because I'm not working, I can't focus on work with such sinful view right in front of me. The kid knew exactly what he was doing. Perched on the edge of the desk, one leg swinging lazily, Noah plucked a grape from the bowl and rolled it between his fingers before slipping it past his lips. He bit into it slow, like every chew was a deliberate act, like he wanted me to watch the movement of his mouth. And I was watching. Damn it, I shouldn’t have been, but my eyes tracked the subtle shift of his jaw, the faint glisten of juice at the corner of his mouth. He didn’t wipe it away. He let it sit there, his gaze flicking up through his lashes, pretending like he didn’t notice me noticing. “You comfortable?” My voice came out rougher than intended. His answer was a little hum, not quite a yes, not quite a no, and he popped anothe
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty Two: Tease(Noah's POV)Lucien kept the questions coming and I kept answering to keep the conversation going, not sure if we're having a first date in his dining room or I'm just being interviewed.I picked at the edge of my sleeve, thinking.“I dunno. I can’t remember anyone being… evil or anything. Sometimes the food sucked. Once I got locked outside in winter, but I think that was my fault? I climbed a fence and—”“Who locked you out?”“…I don’t know. The gate was just locked when I came back.”That didn’t sound right even as I said it.“Maybe it was always locked and I didn’t notice before?”Lucien didn’t say anything right away. He just sat down and leaned back in his chair, like he was giving me space to talk more. But he wasn’t looking at my face, he was watching my hands too for some reason.“How long were you outside?” he asked.“Couple hours, maybe? Or… wait, it might’ve been longer. It was dark when I got back inside.”“Who let you in?”“I… uh—” My brain fumbled for a face and came ba
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty: Mr. chef(Noah’s POV)Lucien’s kitchen was everything you'd expect from a man like him— sleek, dark, expensive, and way too clean. Like, surgically clean. The marble counters practically gleamed, and the knives were arranged with serial killer precision. Honestly? It was intimidating.But there I was, sitting cross-legged on the counter like a stray cat that wandered in and refused to leave.Lucien was in front of the stove, sleeves rolled, shoulders moving with casual grace as he stirred something in a pan. I watched him like a hawk, eyes following the flex of his arms, the veins on his hands, the way he moved like the space belonged to him, and somehow, like he belonged in mine.“I thought you said you could cook,” I teased, chin resting in my palm. “Why does the kitchen still look like a crime scene waiting to happen?”He didn’t even turn around. “Because someone is in here after being banned. That someone’s cursed energy probably activated the kitchen warding.”I scoffed. “I said I’d sit q
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty Nine: Disaster Chef, Digital Dirt(Noah's POV)I wasn’t excited.Not at all.I was just… skipping. Lightly. Around Lucien’s house. For exercise. Totally normal.Also, I was maybe humming.Okay fine, I was skipping and humming, and there was a ridiculous smile on my face like someone had installed joy in me overnight.But I wasn't excited.Definitely not because I’d finally finished sorting through that rich bastard’s entire online life and was dying to show it off. Definitely not because Lucien said I had a job and my brain wouldn’t shut up about it.Nope. Just a regular boy, brain-dead with hunger.I wandered into the kitchen, opening cabinets and drawers like I was in a reality show called “Pantry Roulette.” Not a single snack in sight. No cookies. No chips. Not even a can of soda glaring at me with cold, bubbly affection.“Wow,” I muttered, inspecting the fridge. “Sucks to be Lucien. How does someone live like this? No snacks. No junks. Not even carbonated drinks. What is this? Monk school?”I slammed the fridge sh
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty Eight: Pretty Boy, Hacker Spy(Noah’s POV)I woke up sore. Like deliciously, wickedly sore.Like my body had been used and wrung out and left in pieces across Lucien’s ridiculously expensive mattress. It took me a second to even register where I was. His room. His sheets. His scent is everywhere. Dark and expensive and dangerous.God, I could drown in it.The light slanting through the curtains had changed. Afternoon. Maybe later. The ache between my thighs wasn’t half as urgent as before, but the need hadn’t gone. It had just… simmered.I blinked up at the ceiling, my brain still foggy.Lucien wasn’t in bed.I rolled onto my side, and immediately regretted it.“Ow, ow, ow, f— okay,” I hissed and sat up slowly, carefully, like I’d been hit by a very hot, very dominant truck.Still no Lucien.And then I remembered.“Take a nap. When you wake up, come find me. I’ve got a job for you.”Right.My spine popped as I stretched, dragging the blanket with me like a safety net. The room was cold again. He really liked this
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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
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