My Off-limits Professor... But He's Mine (MM Romance)
Adrian Vale is a 24-year-old young and strikingly charismatic English professor at Blackwood College. Despite his strict reputation in the classroom and his sharp intolerance for laziness, he remains one of the most admired lecturers on campus, with almost every female student secretly crushing on him. Yet behind his calm authority and flawless image, Adrian is fiercely private and completely uninterested in relationships.
Ryder, 21, is a third-year student at the same college and a rising hockey player known for his talent, arrogance, and troublemaking streak. He’s not a freshman anymore, and his confidence has only grown with time—along with his reputation for challenging authority whenever it suits him. To most people, Ryder is just another cocky athlete with too much freedom and not enough discipline.
Everything changes when Ryder and his friend make a reckless bet—one that challenges Ryder to break Professor Vale’s unshakable control, push him past his limits, and get under his skin in ways no student has ever managed before. Ryder and Professor Vale cross paths in a way neither of them can ignore. What begins as irritation, defiance, and constant clashes in and out of the classroom slowly turns into something far more dangerous. The tension between them is undeniable, blurring the line between hatred and desire.
But at Blackwood College, relationships between students and lecturers are strictly forbidden. One wrong move could destroy Adrian’s career and end Ryder’s future in hockey. Still, neither of them seems willing—or able—to walk away.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 70 ~ ONE MORE ROUND Adrian crashes his mouth against Ryder’s, the impact hard enough to bruise, a desperate collision of teeth and lips. He presses his body flush against Ryder’s, eliminating every millimeter of space between them, seeking friction and heat in equal measure. Ryder groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating against Adrian’s lips, and his hands slide down to grip Adrian’s ass through the denim. He squeezes, pulling Adrian impossibly closer until their hips grind together. The kiss spirals, turning rough and wet. Adrian rubs himself against Ryder’s growing hardness, a frantic, needy motion that steals the air from his lungs. Ryder takes control, his tongue dominating Adrian’s mouth, one hand tangling in Adrian’s hair to angle his head deeper. Suddenly, Ryder pulls back, breaking the seal of their lips with a wet pop. Adrian chases the retreat, leaning forward on unsteady legs, his eyes glazed and lips swollen. Ryder chuckles, a dark, rasping sound. "Patient, baby." Adrian shakes
Last Updated: 2026-08-20
Chapter: CHAPTER 69 ~ BE OKAY RYDER'S POV "So it was you." Ryder twists around, the movement stiff. William stands a few feet away, his chest heaving, eyes narrowed into slits of pure venom. He doesn’t wait for a denial. William lunges forward, his fist connecting solidly with Ryder’s cheekbone. The impact snaps Ryder’s head to the side, a bloom of instant heat radiating across his face. Before he can recover, William’s fingers claw into the fabric of Ryder’s shirt, yanking him forward. Ryder glances down at the white-knuckled grip distorting his collar, then looks up. They are eye to eye, perhaps Ryder an inch taller, but the rage pouring off William makes him seem larger. William shakes him, the fabric straining. "So it was you that posted that video," William spits, the words vibrating with aggression. Ryder lifts a hand to his mouth, his fingers coming away smeared with crimson. He stares at the blood for a heartbeat, then his gaze hardens. He grips William’s wrist, twisting with a sudden, brutal
Last Updated: 2026-08-18
Chapter: CHAPTER 68 ~ LONELY ADRIAN'S POV The new day breaks with a crisp, bright sunlight. Adrian parks his car in the college lot, humming a tune under his breath as he grabs his bag and heads toward the faculty building. He feels lighter than he has in months, a constant reminder of the watch on his wrist and the man who gave it to him. As he walks, he notices a group of students standing near the entrance. They look up as he approaches, their expressions twisting into something that looks suspiciously like disgust. They whisper to each other, glancing down at their phones before looking back at him with narrowed eyes. Adrian frowns slightly but brushes it off, assuming they are just typical college gossip. He keeps his head high, walking past them and entering the building. He makes his way to his office, ready to start the day, but as soon as he steps through the door, he freezes. Sitting behind his desk—or rather, standing looming over his desk—is the Head of the Faculty, Dean Thorne. Adrian has
Last Updated: 2026-08-16
Chapter: CHAPTER 67 ~ I HEAR MY NAMERYDER'S POV The adrenaline buzzing beneath Ryder’s skin is a high-pitched hum, drowning out the world. His parents have been buried under mountains of work and business deals lately, their noses so deep in spreadsheets they haven’t had time to breathe, let alone nag him about the fake pregnancy or Maya. It’s a fucking relief. The silence at home is golden. But his mind, traitorous as it is, drifts to the girl. Maya has been distant lately, ghosting around the edges of the campus like a bad smell he can’t scrub out. He barely notices her absence, or so he tells himself, but silence from Maya is never just silence. It’s the calm before a hurricane, and Ryder knows he needs to keep his head on a swivel. Right now, though, the only thing that matters is the rink. He’s been grinding through back-to-back practices, his eyes locked on the upcoming game like it’s the only thing that exists. He wants that captaincy back. He wants the 'C' on his jersey so bad he can taste it. On the rink
Last Updated: 2026-08-14
Chapter: CHAPTER 66 ~ JEALOUS FREAK ADRIAN'S POV Drake’s eyes narrow as he looks Adrian up and down, taking in the expensive suit, the messy hair, and the flushed cheeks. His gaze zeroes in on Adrian’s neck, specifically the dark, purpling bruise peeking out from the collar of his shirt—the hickey Ryder had left earlier. "So," Drake drawns, a smirk playing on his lips. "Who were you out with?" Adrian instinctively pulls his collar up, turning his head slightly to hide the mark. "Just a friend." Drake raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. "A friend? Dressed like that?" He points a finger at Adrian’s neck. "And is that a hickey? Friends don't usually leave marks like that, Adrian." Adrian feels the heat rise all over again, caught between the thrill of his secret and the scrutiny of his roommate. "It was... just a really good dinner," he mumbles, avoiding Drake's eyes as he makes a beeline for his room. Adrian retreats to his room, closing the door firmly behind him. He leans back against the wood for a moment, h
Last Updated: 2026-08-12
Chapter: CHAPTER 65 ~ WILL YOU BE MY BOYFRIEND ADRIAN'S POV The question hangs in the cool night air, suspended between the glittering skyline above and the sprawling city lights below. Adrian’s smile freezes, then slowly fades away entirely. He stares up at Ryder, the breath catching in his throat, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. Ryder doesn't look away. He tightens his grip on Adrian’s hand, his thumb stroking the knuckles, grounding them both. "I know," Ryder rushes on, his voice low and rough with sincerity. "I know it’s too early. I know we’re supposed to be keeping this professional, that we shouldn't be doing this at all. But I can't help it. I can't help how I feel about you." He shifts closer, his eyes searching Adrian’s face, desperate to be understood. "You drive me crazy, Adrian. I’ve been thinking about you non-stop. It’s not just the sex, though that’s incredible—it’s everything. The way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention, the way your voice sounds when you lectur
Last Updated: 2026-08-09
Mein Tabu-Professor... Aber er gehört mir (M/M-Romanze)
Adrian Vale ist ein 24-jähriger, junger und ausgesprochen charismatischer Englischprofessor am Blackwood College. Trotz seines strengen Rufs im Hörsaal und seiner ausgeprägten Intoleranz gegenüber Faulheit zählt er zu den beliebtesten Dozenten auf dem Campus, und fast jede Studentin ist insgeheim in ihn verliebt. Doch hinter seiner ruhigen Autorität und seinem makellosen Image verbirgt sich ein äußerst verschlossener Adrian, der keinerlei Interesse an Beziehungen hat.
Ryder, 21, ist Student im dritten Studienjahr am selben College und ein aufstrebender Hockeyspieler, bekannt für sein Talent, seine Arroganz und seine Neigung zu Unruhestiftung. Er ist kein Erstsemester mehr, und sein Selbstvertrauen ist mit der Zeit nur noch gewachsen – ebenso wie sein Ruf, Autoritäten infrage zu stellen, wann immer es ihm passt. Für die meisten ist Ryder einfach nur ein weiterer überheblicher Sportler mit zu viel Freiheit und zu wenig Disziplin. Alles ändert sich, als Ryder und sein Freund eine waghalsige Wette abschließen – eine Wette, die Ryder herausfordert, Professor Vales unerschütterliche Kontrolle zu brechen, ihn über seine Grenzen hinaus zu treiben und ihn auf eine Weise zu berühren, wie es noch keinem Studenten gelungen ist. Ryder und Professor Vale begegnen sich auf eine Weise, die keiner von ihnen ignorieren kann. Was mit Irritation, Trotz und ständigen Auseinandersetzungen innerhalb und außerhalb des Hörsaals beginnt, entwickelt sich langsam zu etwas weitaus Gefährlicherem. Die Spannung zwischen ihnen ist unübersehbar und verwischt die Grenze zwischen Hass und Verlangen.
Doch am Blackwood College sind Beziehungen zwischen Studenten und Dozenten strengstens verboten. Ein falscher Schritt könnte Adrians Karriere zerstören und Ryders Zukunft im Eishockey beenden. Dennoch scheint keiner von beiden bereit – oder in der Lage –, sich davon zu trennen.
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Chapter: KAPITEL 46 ~ KITTY******************** Ryder positioniert sich; der breite, aufgefächerte Kopf seines dicken Schwanzes drängt sich beharrlich gegen Adrians bebenden Eingang. Er wartet nicht darauf, dass Adrian sich anpasst, und gönnt ihm nicht die Rücksichtnahme einer langsamen Dehnung. Er stößt zu und versenkt sich bis zum Anschlag in Adrians enger, sich fest zusammenziehender Hitze – ein einziger, scharfer und kraftvoller Stoß, der die Luft aus dem Raum zu rauben scheint. Adrian schreit auf; ein rauer Laut reißt sich aus seiner Kehle, während sich sein Rücken heftig von der Wand wölbt. Seine Fingernägel krallen sich in den Putz und hinterlassen flache Furchen, während er vollkommen ausgefüllt und bis an die absolute Grenze gedehnt wird von Ryders gewaltigem Umfang. Ryder hält ihn fest, fixiert ihn auf seinem Schwanz aufgespießt und beginnt sich zu bewegen. Er gibt einen Rhythmus vor, der ebenso unerbittlich wie berauschend ist: Er zieht sich fast bis zur Eichel zurück, nur um dann mit Wucht wiede
Last Updated: 2026-08-19
Chapter: KAPITEL 45 ~ DADDYRYDERS PERSPEKTIVE „Triff mich im Grand Regency Hotel“, unterbricht Adrian ihn, ohne ihm die Chance zu lassen, abzulehnen. „Zimmer 412. Lass mich nicht warten.“ Er beendet das Gespräch mit einem kurzen Druck seines Daumens; der Bildschirm wird augenblicklich schwarz. Er schiebt das Handy tief in seine Tasche, wo es schwer an seinem Oberschenkel lastet. Adrian schreitet aus der Küche; seine Schritte hallen auf dem Holzboden wider. Im Flur kommt er an seiner Mutter vorbei; sie schenkt ihm ein kleines, trauriges Lächeln, während sich ihre Augenwinkel in stummem Verständnis kräuseln – ein Verständnis, das er noch nicht annehmen kann. Er hält nicht an. Er stößt die Haustür auf und lässt sich auf den Fahrersitz seiner Limousine gleiten. Der Motor erwacht mit einem Grollen zum Leben, das dem Hämmern seines Herzens gleicht. Er legt den Gang ein und schießt aus der Einfahrt; die Reifen quietschen auf dem Asphalt, während er die Sicherheit seines Zuhauses hinter sich lässt und direkt auf d
Last Updated: 2026-08-16
Chapter: KAPITEL 44 ~ VERFOLGE, WAS WICHTIG ISTADRIANS PERSPEKTIVE Das Wasser im Waschbecken verbrüht Adrians Hände – ein scharfer Kontrast zu der kalten, nagenden Frustration, die sich wie ein Knoten in seinem Magen zusammenzieht. Er schrubbt den Keramikteller mit unnötiger Kraft; sein Kiefer ist so fest zusammengepresst, dass es schmerzt. Die Reste des Abendessens, zu dem er sich schließlich hatte überreden lassen, wirbeln den Abfluss hinunter – ein Friedensangebot an seine Mutter nach Monaten der Zurückweisung, die er stets auf die unerbittlichen Anforderungen des akademischen Lebens geschoben hatte. Doch in Wahrheit kreisen seine Gedanken nicht um die Stapel von Prüfungsarbeiten oder den Lehrplan, der nächste Woche fertig sein muss. Sie gelten dem stillen, schwarzen Rechteck, das auf der Granitarbeitsplatte liegt. Es sind vierundzwanzig Stunden vergangen. Vierundzwanzig Stunden, seit er bei Ryders Freundschaftsanfrage auf „Akzeptieren“ geklickt hat. Jedes Mal, wenn sich das Umgebungslicht ändert, schwebt sein Daumen über d
Last Updated: 2026-08-14
Chapter: KAPITEL 43 ~ FREUNDSCHAFTSANFRAGEADRIANS PERSPEKTIVEIm Restaurant herrscht ein geschäftiges Treiben; das Klappern von Besteck und das leise Gemurmel von Mittagsgesprächen erfüllen den Raum, die Luft ist schwer vom Geruch nach Bratfett und abgestandenem Kaffee. Adrian sitzt an einem kleinen, klebrigen Tisch am Fenster, während William bereits aufgestanden ist und zur Theke geht, um zu bestellen. Adrians Daumen huscht schnell über das Display, während er durch seinen Instagram-Feed scrollt. Er stößt auf eine Erinnerung von vor sechs Jahren – eine „An diesem Tag“-Meldung mit einem Foto aus seiner Highschool-Zeit.Er tippt auf das Bild. Es vergrößert sich und füllt den Bildschirm mit dem Abbild eines Jungen, der so gar nichts mit dem Mann gemein hat, der jetzt hier sitzt. Die Sinneseindrücke jener Zeit treffen ihn wie ein körperlicher Schlag. Der metallische Blutgeschmack im Mund nach einer Prügelattacke in der Umkleidekabine. Das raue Schrammen des Betons auf seiner Wange, als er sich zusammenkauerte. Das scharfe, schn
Last Updated: 2026-08-12
Chapter: KAPITEL 42 ~ IN DIE ENGE GETRIEBENRYDERS PERSPEKTIVE Adrian steht vorne im Raum; seine sonst so gefasste Haltung ist starr, ein Muskel an seinem Kiefer zuckt. Er sieht nicht zur Klasse auf, während er beginnt, die Blätter einzusammeln, und sich mit aggressiver Effizienz durch die Reihen bewegt. Die Luft um ihn herum vibriert förmlich vor unterdrückter Wut – eine direkte Folge des Drecks, den Kai während der Prüfung von sich gegeben hatte. Ryder beendet seinen letzten Satz, steht auf und geht zum Pult. Er beobachtet Adrian genau und bemerkt die Anspannung um die Augen des Professors sowie die Art, wie seine Finger sich so fest um den Stapel Prüfungsbögen klammern, dass die Knöchel weiß hervortreten. Ryder legt sein Blatt oben auf den Stapel. Adrian sieht nicht auf. Er nickt nicht und würdigt ihn keines Blickes. Er nimmt einfach das Blatt an sich, macht auf dem Absatz kehrt und marschiert aus dem Saal; die Tür fällt mit einem letzten, scharfen Klicken ins Schloss. Ryder bleibt einen Moment stehen, die Hand noch
Last Updated: 2026-08-11
Chapter: KAPITEL 41 ~ DU HAST ES HINTER DIRADRIANS PERSPEKTIVE Die Luft im Prüfsaal ist schwer und steht still, geschwängert vom Geruch nach Graphitstaub und nervösem Schweiß. Es herrscht eine erdrückende Stille, die nur durch das rhythmische, aggressive Kratzen von Stiften auf Papier und das gelegentliche Knarren eines Holzstuhls unterbrochen wird. Professor Adrian schreitet durch die schmalen Gänge zwischen den Tischen; die Absätze seiner polierten Oxfords klackern scharf auf dem Linoleumboden – wie ein Metronom für die Angst der Studenten. Er bewegt sich wie ein Raubtier; sein Blick schweift über die gebeugten Köpfe, immer auf der Suche nach dem kleinsten Anzeichen von Unehrlichkeit. Über ihm summen die Leuchtstoffröhren und tauchen den Raum in ein hartes, klinisches Licht. Adrian bleibt nahe der hinteren Reihe stehen. Irgendetwas stimmt nicht. Kai, der sonst meist lässig und arrogant dasitzt, wirkt völlig versteift; sein Blick wandert nicht zu seinem Prüfungsblatt, sondern nach unten auf seinen Schoß. Adrian kneift die
Last Updated: 2026-08-09
Forbidden: Craving My Mother's Husband
⚠️ 18+ WARNING ⚠️
This novel is intended for mature readers (18+) only.
"Look at you," Tristan murmurs, his voice dripping with lust. "You’re starving for it, aren’t you? Such a greedy little girl."
He tugs on the belt, using it like a leash to urge me forward. "Be a good girl and suck me off."
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She entered her mother's mansion as an unwanted daughter, believing she'd only have to endure the cold stares and cruel words. She never expected to leave her heart in the hands of her stepfather—a man she could never have, yet the only one who ever made her feel like she belonged. But in a house built on secrets, betrayal, and forbidden desires, loving him may cost them everything.
After years of watching her father battle cancer, Anastasia loses the only parent who ever truly loved her. Forced to abandon her education to help pay his overwhelming medical bills, she is left with nothing but grief, debt, and a home she can no longer afford.
On the day of his funeral, the woman who abandoned them years ago returns. Dressed in luxury and now with a billionaire man, her mother acts as though she never walked away. With nowhere else to go, Anastasia reluctantly follows the woman she swore she'd never forgive, unaware that accepting her mother's offer will change her life forever.
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Chapter: 018 I follow Valeria into the main hall, the maid scurrying behind us. The interior is even more stunning than the exterior—high ceilings, marble floors, expensive art covering the walls. I grasp the banister of the staircase, taking it all in. Valeria turns to the maid. "The room Anastasia is staying in needs to be prepared immediately. Arrange her things. Anything she wants, you get it." The maid nods vigorously. Valeria turns to me, "I will be upstairs in my room. My husband will be back soon. Make yourself at home." With that, she sweeps up the stairs. The maid looks at me expectantly. "Is there anything you need me to bring you, Miss?" I force a smile. "I'm fine for now. You can go." She nods and disappears down a corridor. Left alone in the massive living room, my mind drifts back to the mysterious man my mother is married to. I tried to look him up on the plane, but I fell asleep. Curiosity gets the better of me now. I pull out my phone, but the screen is black. "Dead
Last Updated: 2026-08-20
Chapter: 017 A sharp, rhythmic tapping against her shoulder blade pulls Anastasia from the heavy, suffocating dark of sleep. Her head snaps up, neck cracking, the disorientation of the plane cabin swimming into focus. A flight attendant stands over her, smile practiced and bright, informing her they have landed in Italy. Anastasia blinks, the grit of sleep crusting her eyes. She doesn't even remember drifting off. The last thing she recalls is the low hum of the engines and her mother, Valeria, sitting across from her, lips parted to say something about Anna’s father—a subject usually forbidden—before a ringtone sliced through the tension. Valeria had excused herself, leaving Anna alone with the hum and her own spiraling thoughts. Now, she stumbles out of the private jet, the Italian sun blasting her face like a physical weight. It’s a harsh, intrusive brightness that forces her to squint. A staff member gestures for her to follow, reaching out to take her heavy designer bag. She complies mech
Last Updated: 2026-08-18
Chapter: 016 The morning light slams through the curtains like a physical blow, piercing my eyelids and dragging me out of a dreamless sleep. My head throbs with a rhythm that matches the pounding in my skull, a nasty reminder of exactly how much alcohol I poured into my system last night. I shift, feeling the weight of another body pressing against mine. Lila. She must have crashed here after I stumbled in last night. She’s still fully dressed, her makeup smudged on the pillowcase, looking like she collapsed the moment she hit the mattress. Before I can even process the hangover splitting my skull in two, hands are on my shoulders, shaking me. "Anastasia," Lila’s voice cuts through the fog. "Wake up. You need to start dressing." I spring up, the room spinning violently for a second before settling. "What time is it?" "Seven a.m.," she says, already moving around the room, gathering scattered clothes. I groan, a long, raw sound dragging from my throat, and slam my head back onto the pi
Last Updated: 2026-08-16
Chapter: 015 I look past her, following her gaze. Sitting at the table, a glass of white wine in front of her, is a woman dressed in a sharp black blazer and silk blouse. She looks older, but the makeup is expertly applied, hiding the wrinkles. Her hair is styled in expensive waves, cascading over her shoulders. My breath hitches in my throat. The room spins. Valeria. She looks up from her menu, her eyes locking onto mine. A small, knowing smile curves her red lips. "Hello, Anastasia," she says smoothly, her voice like polished glass. "Please, sit down. I've ordered the wine." My eyes dart to Lila, who looks apologetic, silently pleading with me not to make a scene. I don't say a word. I just turn and walk out, my boots echoing against the polished floor, the sound too loud in the quiet room. Lila follows, grabbing my arm. "Ana, please—" I yank my arm away, but she grabs me again, her fingers digging in. "Ana, please listen to me." I stop, turning my face away, staring at a poste
Last Updated: 2026-08-14
Chapter: 014 Three months of silence rot in the air of my small room, thicker than the smell of stale beer and cheap vodka. I groan, the sound scraping against my dry throat, and crack one eye open. The sunlight tries to stab through the gaps in the heavy curtains, but I’ve blocked them out well. My head feels like it’s being split open by a rusted axe, the hangover a pulsing, throbbing beast behind my eyes. I push myself up, my limbs heavy and uncooperative. The floor is a disaster zone—a graveyard of empty green glass bottles, crumpled clothes stained with who knows what, and discarded takeout containers that have started to grow their own ecosystem. I kick a bottle aside; it rolls with a hollow clatter. I don't give a shit. I haven't given a shit since the day they lowered the casket. I fumble on the nightstand, my fingers knocking over an ashtray until they find the blister pack of pills. I dry-swallow two, chasing them with lukewarm water from a glass that’s seen better days. The taste
Last Updated: 2026-08-10
Chapter: 013 Three months later. The rain is a relentless, cold deluge, soaking through my black dress and clinging to my skin like a second, icy layer. I stand under a black umbrella, holding the handle so tight my knuckles ache. I don’t know who gave it to me; it was just there, thrust into my hand by a faceless mourner. I haven't moved since they lowered the casket. The wet mud sucks at the heels of my shoes, anchoring me to this spot. I stare at the fresh mound of earth, waiting for something to break. I wait for the scream to tear from my throat, for the tears to finally come, but there is nothing. Just a hollow, echoing silence in my chest. I never knew what it felt like to be truly alone, to lose the one person who stayed when my mother left. Now I know. It feels like standing in the rain while the rest of the world is dry. The burial ceremony is over. The mourners have drifted away, their black coats blending into the gray mist. But I remain. "Anna." The voice cuts through the
Last Updated: 2026-08-09
Bound to the Alpha Who Ruined Me ( MM Romance)
In the Crescent Moon Pack, omegas were not blessed—they were cursed.
For generations, omegas had been abused, sold, or forced into servitude. Their existence was considered a stain upon the pack's honor. Any omega discovered was either used until they broke or disappeared without a trace.
Aiden had lived his entire life as a secret.
Born an omega, he survived only because of his parents' love. His mother, the pack healer, carefully concealed his scent with rare herbs and medicines. His father, the Beta of the pack, used his authority to keep suspicious eyes away from his son.
To the rest of the pack, Aiden was nothing more than a quiet beta.
But secrets never stayed buried forever.
One fateful night, Aiden's father stole an ancient relic from the Alpha's vault—a relic powerful enough to destroy the entire pack if it fell into the wrong hands. His reasons remained unknown, but the theft sparked chaos, betrayal, and bloodshed.
As enemies closed in and the pack teetered on the edge of ruin, Aiden's carefully protected life shattered.
Far beyond the Crescent Moon territory ruled King Damien.
A warrior feared across kingdoms, Damien was known for his ruthlessness. He had conquered countless lands, led brutal wars, and left a trail of broken enemies in his wake. To most, he was a monster wearing a king's crown.
When fate placed Aiden in Damien's path, the omega became nothing more than a prisoner in the king's eyes.
Yet the more Damien learned about the quiet young man hiding behind fear and secrets, the harder it became to ignore the strange pull between them.
What began as captivity would become something neither of them expected.
And perhaps, something powerful enough to change their world forever.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 41 ******************** Aiden stares, the breath locking in his throat so hard his lungs burn. The shock is a physical blow, a violent jolt that rattles his teeth and snaps his head back. It’s the specific, cold horror of seeing a ghost walk out of the grave—the dissonance between his eyes, which see Lance standing there solid and warm, and his brain, which still holds the memory of Lance’s chest going still, of the light leaving his eyes. The world tilts on its axis. "Lance?" The name scrapes out of Aiden’s throat, a ragged whisper of sound. He squints against the dim light, waiting for the image to flicker and vanish, waiting for the fever dreams of the dungeon to reclaim him. "Lance... is that you? Am I... am I hallucinating again?" Lance’s lips curve, the expression softening the harsh lines of his face, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes with joy; it’s heavy with a desperate kind of relief. He takes a step forward, his hand extending as if to touch Aiden, to bridge the gap
Last Updated: 2026-08-07
Chapter: CHAPTER 40 ******************* Boots slam against the stone flags, a rhythmic, thunderous beat that echoes violently off the damp walls. King Damien doesn’t slow, his cloak billowing behind him like a storm cloud. The air in the corridor is stale, thick with the smell of mildew and old fear, but he ignores it, his lungs burning with the rush of his own exertion. Behind him, the scramble of armored feet is chaotic—guards shouting to one another, their confusion palpable as they struggle to keep pace with their sovereign. They have no idea why the King is running toward the dungeons like the hounds of hell are snapping at his heels, but they dare not question him. They follow, their hands white-knuckled on the hilts of their swords, expecting an assassination attempt or a riot. Instead, they find silence. Damien skids to a halt in front of the last cell, the iron door standing wide open. It gapes like a mouth that has swallowed its prey. The torchlight from the corridor spills into the sma
Last Updated: 2026-08-04
Chapter: CHAPTER 39 ******************* The heavy iron door groans, a sound like a dying beast, before clicking shut with a finality that seems to suck the air from the corridor. King Damien stands alone in the damp chill of the dungeon, the flickering torchlight casting long, dancing shadows against the slime-slicked stone. He dismisses his guards at the top of the stairs, a rare impulse driving him down into the bowels of his own castle without an escort. The air here is thick, smelling of mold, rust, and the copper tang of old blood. He approaches the last cell, the one that has been Aiden’s cage for days. The small, barred window in the heavy oak door reveals a sliver of the interior. Damien unlocks it, the metal key turning smoothly in the mechanism, and pushes the door open. The hinges are well-oiled, silent as a thief. Stepping inside, the cold hits him instantly, seeping through the heavy velvet of his cloak. His eyes immediately find the figure curled on the bare floor. Aiden looks small,
Last Updated: 2026-08-01
Chapter: CHAPTER 38 ************** Time dissolves into a blur of agony and damp stone. Days bleed into one another, marked only by the rhythmic cruelty of the guards. They drag Aiden from the darkness of his cell, their hands rough and invasive, hauling him to the interrogation room where the air smells of old copper and fear. The question is always the same, a broken record skipping in the silence. "Who sent you, you filthy traitor?" Aiden hangs from the shackles, his wrists raw and weeping, his body trembling with exhaustion. "I don't know," he gasps, his voice cracking. "I don't know anything." They don't believe him. They never do. The lash whistles through the air, biting into his skin, or the electricity crackles against his flesh, forcing screams from his throat that he doesn't recognize as his own. They break him, over and over, until he is a heap of shivering meat on the floor, until he can barely remember his own name, let alone a conspiracy. Then they throw him back into the cell, the
Last Updated: 2026-07-29
Chapter: CHAPTER 37 ************* The heavy iron door groans open, revealing a chamber that smells of rusted iron and dried despair. The air is colder here, stagnant and heavy with the phantom scent of agony. Before Aiden can orient himself, the guards release their grip on his arms. He crumples, his knees hitting the stone floor with a sickening crunch. Pain shoots up his shins, sharp and immediate. He gasps, trying to push himself up, his trembling palms scraping against the gritty, damp ground. A heavy boot collides with his shoulder, flipping him onto his back. Before he can scramble away, the sole of that boot presses down on the side of his face, grinding his cheek into the filth. "Stay down, you worthless piece of shit," the guard sneers, his voice echoing off the wet walls. Aiden struggles, his hands clawing at the guard's ankle, trying to pry the heavy leather away. The pressure increases, crushing his head against the unforgiving floor. Spots dance in his vision. He can smell the mud c
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Chapter: CHAPTER 36 ****************** Darkness presses against Aiden’s eyelids like a physical weight, a suffocating blanket of black that smells of mildew, rust, and the copper tang of old blood. He huddles in the corner of the cell, his knees pulled tight to his chest, arms wrapped around his shins in a futile attempt to preserve body heat. The stone floor beneath him is a slab of ice, leeching the warmth from his skin through the thin, torn fabric of his trousers. Every shallow breath sends a sharp spike of pain through his ribs, a reminder of the brutal impact with the ground, but the throbbing agony in his left arm is a relentless, pounding drum. He buries his face in his knees, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The tears are hot and fast, tracking paths through the grime and blood caked on his cheeks. The scene plays out behind his closed eyes in an endless, torturous loop. The flash of silver. The warm spray of blood across his face. The look in Wayne’s eyes—not just anger, but a shattere
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