Novels by PeaceFoundMee

The doctor arrived not long after.Thorne let him into the suite while I remained curled up in the center of the bed, trying desperately to compose myself, though it was useless. My body still trembled from exhaustion, my skin damp with sweat, my scent unmistakable. The air reeked of what we had done.The doctor, who was a beta, thankfully, moved quickly and professionally. He avoided my eyes as he administered a suppressant injection into my arm, his expression carefully neutral.“The heat should subside fully within the hour,” he said quietly, addressing Thorne rather than me. “Your omega will stabilize soon.”Your omega.I flinched at those words, but neither of us corrected him.The doctor packed his bag, leaving a few extra suppressants on the nightstand before quietly excusing himself. The soft click of the door closing behind him left Thorne and me alone again.The silence between us was almost deafening.I sat up slowly, my limbs weak but much steadier now. The heat had recede

Time lost all meaning.The sharp, gnawing ache that had built inside me for what felt like hours was finally, mercifully, replaced by waves of overwhelming relief and pleasure. Every time Thorne moved, every thrust of his hips sent a new wave of pleasure through my body, cooling off the frantic heat, at least for a little while.My fingers grabbed the sheets beneath me. My breath came in short pants, my body trembling uncontrollably beneath his. My head spun as pleasure, lust, and desire blurred together into a haze I couldn’t escape.And worst of all, what terrified me most, I didn’t want to.I was surrendering to him. Completely.To Thorne.The alpha I had hated for so long.He kissed me again, this time it was desperate, consuming—as though he needed me as much as I needed him. His hands gripped my hips with possessive strength, pulling me closer, deeper, until my body was fully molded to his.The scent of him—his alpha pheromones-filled my lungs, thick and heavy, until nothing els

The air between us grew heavier with every passing second. Thorne could hear the rhythm of my pulse from where he stood, my body locked in a state of need and burning desire. The unbearable ache in between my legs pulsed stronger, spreading waves of heat through every inch of my skin.I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.An alpha reduced to this—a heat-stricken omega, completely at the mercy of instincts I never imagined I would feel. And worst of all, the only alpha in the room was him. My rival. The man I hated more than anyone else.Thorne Brown.He was trying, truly trying, to maintain control. He was rigid with tension, his fists balled, breath caught in his throat as he stood a few feet away. But I saw it, the lust and burning desire behind his eyes. The alpha inside him was fighting to get out.And my scent was making it harder for him with every second.“Damn it,” he cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair as if he was trying to shake off the pull phys

Warmth.That was the first thing I felt as consciousness slowly returned. A suffocating, pulsing heat radiated deep inside me, and it was slowly burning me from the inside out. I tried to move but found myself weak and sluggish; my limbs were too heavy for me to carry.The scent in the room was different. Thick. Sweet. Intoxicating. Almost…embarrassing.My vision was blurry at first, but I became conscious of my surroundings after a while. Soft sheets were beneath me. Dim lights above. The hum of an air conditioning unit somewhere in the distance. My mind had a hard time connecting the dots.Where was I?‘’Easy.’’ I heard a familiar voice say. “You fainted. Just breathe.”I turned my head and saw him. Thorne sat on the edge of the bed, close, too close—his sharp eyes studying me, and I could see both concern and confusion in them. His suit jacket was off, sleeves rolled up, and tie loosened. His usual perfection was there anymore.“What... happened?” I rasped, my throat dry.“You pass

Another boring party.I stood beneath the glittering chandeliers of the Imperial Hotel ballroom, swirling the wine in my glass as I tried to hide my growing irritation. The room buzzed with laughter and fake conversation. Omegas with lying tongues moved around like butterflies; their soft, pitchy voices were slightly higher whenever an Alpha passed by. Alphas, dressed in their finest designer suits, shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, their smiles fake.They weren’t here for me.They were here for my father.Every one of them hoped to be favoured by the Rin’s family, to secure a contract, a deal, an opportunity. To them, I was simply an accessory—Young Master Rin, the beautiful but temperamental son of the most powerful alpha in the city. I was pretty to look at, but ultimately irrelevant.I so much hated these events. The fakeness of it all made my skin crawl.As I tried to calculate the earliest moment I could sneak out without drawing attention, a murmur rippled through the cro