His velvet obsession
"Your father doesn’t own you anymore, Velvet… I do. Every breath. Every moan. Every dripping inch of you.
I’ve spent years dreading the return of the Wolf.
To the world, Xavier Mattoe is my stepbrother. To me, he is the predator who has been stalking me from the shadows since I was a child. Now that I’m eighteen, the game of cat and mouse is over.
When the Bratva storms our gala, the mask finally slips. My father didn't just lose his money; he sold my soul to settle a debt. But Xavier has a different contract. One signed in ink, blood, and a "Velvet" obsession that borders on insanity.
He’s taller, darker, and more dangerous than any Russian hitman. And he has a choice for me: The gun or the ring.
I thought I wanted to be free. But as the world burns around us, I’m starting to realize that the only thing more terrifying than being Xavier's prisoner... is wanting to stay.
He is the villain of my story, and I am his filthy little secret
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Chapter: Chapter 62- Lavender Astrid’s POV The steam from the shower was still clinging to my skin, mirroring the fog in my brain. I stood in the middle of my walk-in closet—which was basically a small apartment for shoes—wrapped in a plush white robe that felt like a cloud. Ava had dropped the bomb an hour ago: He’s coming back tonight. And for some reason, my heart had decided to run a marathon ever since. I was currently staring at a row of silk dresses as if they held the secrets to the universe. Why did I care? He was my jailer. He was the man who had spanked me and locked me up. I should be wearing a burlap sack and scowling. Instead, I was biting my lip, wondering if he liked emerald green or midnight black. "Why do I even care so much about what to wear?! Ahhhhhhhh!" I screamed in pure, unadulterated frustration, throwing a stray hanger at the mirror. "Princess, why are you acting like a mad woman?" Ava’s voice drifted in, followed by the woman herself. She was leaning against the doorframe, covering
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Chapter: Chapter 61 -Like you Astrid’s POV The chime of the electronic lock didn't sound like a threat this morning. It sounded like a symphony. I was already standing by the door, dressed in a pair of soft black leggings and a cropped tank top, my heart hammering against my ribs. When the door swung open, I didn't see the shadow of the Reaper. I saw Ava, leaning against the doorframe with a look that was remarkably less lethal than usual. "Xavier says you can go out now," she said, her voice dry. My breath hitched. "You mean... out? Out of the gate? To the street?" I asked, my voice rising in a frantic, hopeful pitch. I could almost taste smog, and God, even the smog sounded better than this filtered, expensive air. Ava gave me a flat look, the kind you give a puppy that thinks it’s going for a walk but is actually going to the vet. "No, princess. Just inside the penthouse. The lockdown on your bedroom is lifted, but the front gates are still a 'no-g
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Chapter: Chapter 60- 🔞Rated 🔞 Xavier’s POV The steering wheel of the Cullinan groaned under the white-knuckled pressure of my grip. My chest felt like it had been hollowed out, filled with a volatile mix of residual adrenaline and a dark, suffocating need for quiet. I reached for my phone, the screen illuminating my face with a cold, ghostly pallor. I hit the speed dial for the one person I trusted to hold the line while I was wading through the wreckage of my own making. Ava picked up on the first ring. She didn't say a word; she knew better than to offer platitudes when the air around me was still thick with the scent of a fresh kill. "Let her out of her room tomorrow," I commanded, my voice sounding like gravel grinding against steel. "Let her roam the penthouse. But Ava—if she so much as breathes on the latch of that front gate, if she goes missing for even a second... you’re dead. Do you understand me?" I didn't wait for her to confirm. I didn't want to hear her voice. I ended the call and to
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Chapter: Chapter 59- The ledger BloodXavier’s POVThe basement of the industrial warehouse in East London didn't smell like the penthouse. There was no scent of expensive scotch or cedarwood here. It smelled of stagnant water, rusted iron, and the sharp, acidic tang of terror.I stood in the shadows, my coat draped over my shoulders like a shroud. I hadn't slept in four days. My eyes were gritty, my jaw tight enough to snap bone, and my soul felt like it had been scraped raw.In the center of the concrete floor, Robert—the man I had trusted to run my Australian interests for five years—was stripped of his dignity and his clothes. He was trembling so violently that his knees knocked together, the sound echoing in the high-ceilinged room. Surrounding him were twelve of my most elite Bratva enforcers, their faces carved from stone, their silenced submachine guns held with casual, lethal familiarity.I stepped forward, the light from the single overhead bulb catching the sharp edge of my silhouette."Please... Don Xavi
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Chapter: Chapter 58 Astrid’s POV Seven days. One hundred and sixty-eight hours of staring at the same four walls, the same high-end furniture, and the same flickering red eye of the CCTV camera that I’d grown to loathe more than my own reflection. Xavier was gone. He hadn't come back after the "spicy pasta" incident. I’d expected him to burst through the door that night to deliver the "consequences" he’d promised in that terrifyingly sweet voice of his. I’d braced myself for the training, the pinning, the intense gaze that always made my blood turn into liquid fire. But instead? Nothing. Just the mechanical click of the lock three times a day when Ava brought my meals. "Where is he, Ava?" I asked on day four, stabbing a piece of grilled salmon with more or less murderous intent. "Business trip," Ava replied, her face a mask of professional indifference. She didn't even look at me as she checked the perimeter sensor
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Chapter: Chapter 57- The Aftermath of the callAstrid’s POVI tossed the burner phone onto the duvet and collapsed back against the pillows, my heart performing a frantic tap-dance against my ribs. I couldn't believe I’d actually done it. I had called the Reaper of London—the man who currently had me under house arrest—and called him a neanderthal in front of his precious board members."Take that, you bossy monster," I whispered to the empty room, though my hands were shaking.The silence that followed wasn't peaceful; it was charged. I knew Xavier. He was probably vibrating with a mix of lethal embarrassment and possessive fury right now. But the way his voice had softened at the end—that low, sugary growl that promised 'consequences'—made a heat bloom in my stomach that had nothing to do with hunger.I reached for the bar of vintage dark chocolate I’d liberated from his secret stash behind The History of the Byzantine Empire. It was rich, bitter, and tasted like victory.If I’m going to be a captive, I’m going to be a well-fed,
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Chapter: Chapter 42(Julian’s POV) The silver liquid in the vial didn't just sit there; it pulsed. It had a rhythmic, low-light luminescence that seemed to sync with the heavy thud of my own heart. I stared at it, the leather-bound journal, and the dead man on my floor, feeling the fragile peace of the morning shatter into a million jagged shards. I wanted pancakes and whispered promises. I wanted to learn how to be a father in the quiet. Instead, the universe has handed me a detonator. Julian, don't look at it like that, Elara said, her voice trembling as she reached for the journal. Her fingers brushed the scarred leather with a reverence that made my skin crawl. My father... he was a Chief Geneticist for the Council before the Collapse. He didn't just 'disappear.' He was purged because he found out the Alphas weren't naturally evolving. We were stagnating." "Stagnating? I shifted my gaze from the vial to her. I stepped closer, my shadow falling over the box. "Elara, I’m a High Alpha. I can tear a
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Chapter: Chapter 41(Julian’s POV) The warehouse was flooded with the amber, hazy glow of a London evening that felt entirely too peaceful for a man like me. I remained motionless on the floor of the "fort," my back against a cold server crate, but the rest of me was warmer than I had been in five years. Maya was a small, radiating furnace tucked into the crook of my left arm. Her breathing was a soft, rhythmic huff against my bicep, her gold curls occasionally tickling my chin. To my right, Elara’s head was a heavy, comforting weight on my shoulder. Her scent—now completely free of the chemical dampeners—was blooming in the stillness. It was lilies, rain-slicked pavement, and a sharp, metallic edge of adrenaline that was finally starting to fade. I didn't move. I barely dared to breathe. Internal thoughts: If I shift even a fraction, the spell breaks. The King comes back. The Board comes back. The rejection comes back. Right now, in this dim, dusty corner of the East End, I’m not the Alpha of the Bl
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Chapter: Chapter 40 (Elara’s POV)The flour had been cleaned. Mostly. There was still a suspicious white smudge on the underside of the mahogany cabinets that Julian had missed, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him.After the chaos of the "Dragon-Egg" pancakes, a heavy, comfortable lethargy had settled over the warehouse. It was the kind of stillness that usually precedes a storm, but for once, I refused to look at the radar. I just wanted to feel the sun on my skin.Maya had conked out in the "fort" Julian had helped her build out of extra tactical blankets and some hollowed-out server crates. She was fast asleep, clutching her wooden bird, her breathing the only clock that mattered. Malakai had retreated to the roof with a radio and a bottle of something amber, leaving Julian and me alone in the main hub.I was sitting on the edge of the large tech-table, my legs swinging, staring at a blank monitor. Julian was a few feet away, leaning against the industrial sink, watching me. He had changed int
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Chapter: Chapter 39(Elara’s POV) The sunlight filtering through the high, reinforced windows of the warehouse wasn't the usual oppressive London grey. It was almost... cheerful. Which was a problem, because I didn't do "cheerful." I did "high-stakes encryption" and "running for my life." I woke up on the oversized velvet sofa, my head resting on something warm, firm, and steadily rising and falling. It took my sleep-fogged brain exactly three seconds to realize that the "something" was Julian’s chest. He was still asleep, his jaw relaxed, looking less like the terrifying High Alpha of the Blackwood Pack and more like a very large, very expensive rug. His arm was draped over the back of the sofa, effectively pinning me into the crook of his shoulder. I tried to slide away, but his grip tightened instinctively in his sleep. "Don't," he mumbled, his voice a deep, gravelly vibration against my ear. "The Ghost isn't allowed to vanish before breakfast." "The Ghost needs coffee, Julian. And the Gho
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Chapter: Chapter 39(Elara’s POV) The heavy, reinforced doors of the warehouse hissed shut, sealing out the London rain and the echoing whispers of the High Court. Inside, the air was different—filtered, cool, and smelling of ozone and the faint, sweet scent of the tea Malakai had brewed in the med-suite. For the first time in five years, the silence didn't feel like a predatory animal waiting to strike. It felt like a truce. I leaned my forehead against the cool metal of the door, my shoulders dropping inches as the adrenaline finally began to drain from my system. My heart was still hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, but the sharp, jagged edges of the "Ghost" were starting to soften. "He did it," Malakai’s voice came from the shadows of the lounge area. He was sitting on the edge of a crate, his face ashen, clutching a heated compress to his neck. "He knelt, Elara. A Blackwood King knelt in the Well of Truth for a 'Glitch' and her mother. I never t
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Chapter: Chapter 38The Hall erupted. Malakai moved closer to Elara, his hand on his belt, his eyes darting across the room. He was the predator in the tall grass, waiting for the first sign of a crossbolt. The Arch-Elder pounded his gavel. "Order! Julian, the evidence of the 'Synthetic' tether is undeniable. By Council law, a child created through such means is subject to termination or study. You cannot claim a bond that was forced by a laboratory." I looked at Elara. She was looking at the Elders, her chin high, but I saw the moisture in her eyes. She was waiting for the rejection. She was waiting for me to step back and save myself. Instead, I let go of her hand. I walked to the center of the Well, directly under the light of the moon-well in the ceiling. "You want to talk about bonds?" I asked, my voice dangerously quiet. "You want to talk about what is 'forced' and what is 'natural'?" I reached up and tore open the front of my shirt, exposing the raw, jagged scar on my chest—the one
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