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Lila’s POV I stood in the middle of the courtyard with my heart trying to climb out of my throat. “Kael,” I said, voice already shaking. “Please. Just listen to me for a second.” He turned his head slowly, like I was something unpleasant he had just stepped in. The Omegas beside him went quiet. A few Alphas smirked. Phones were already starting to rise. “Kael, it’s me,” I tried again. “Lila. From the other night. Prom. The garden. You remember, right?” He looked me up and down. Slow. Deliberate. His golden eyes dragged from my face to the oversized hoodie that couldn’t fully hide the soft curve of my stomach, the thick thighs, the fuller chest. Something cold and disgusted settled in his expression. Then he laughed. It wasn’t a small laugh. It was sharp and loud enough that the people closest to us turned. “You’re serious?” he said. “You’re actually serious right now?” “I just need you to listen—” “No.” He cut me off, still smiling like this was the funniest thing he had see

Lila’s POVI kept my head down the entire walk into the academy.The oversized hoodie I had chosen this morning hung past my hips, but it still didn’t feel like enough. Every step reminded me that my body was no longer the one I had fallen asleep in three nights ago. My thighs brushed together. My chest felt heavier. The soft curve of my stomach pushed against the waistband of my sweatpants no matter how many times I tugged the hoodie lower.“Just find him,” I whispered to myself as I pushed through the front doors. “Explain. That’s all. He’ll remember.”The hallway was already half full. Conversations floated around me like smoke.“Is that Lila Quinn?”“She looks… different.”“Did she gain weight over the weekend?”I pulled the hood further over my face and kept walking. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my throat. I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the garden, the moonlight, Kael’s hands on my skin. Then I saw the mirror. The soft stomach. The thick

Lila’s POVI woke up the next morning and the first thing I did was reach down and press both hands against my stomach.“Please,” I whispered. “Please be gone.”It wasn’t.The soft curve was still there. My thighs still touched. My chest still felt heavy and full when I sat up. I shoved the covers off and walked straight to the mirror in my underwear, heart already racing.“Okay,” I told my reflection. “It’s been one night. Bodies do weird things. Maybe it’s swelling. Maybe it’s temporary. It has to be temporary.”I turned sideways. The shape didn’t change.“You’re fine,” I said louder. “You’re going to be fine.”I grabbed my phone off the nightstand. No messages from Kael. Not a single one. I opened our chat and stared at the empty space under the last thing I had sent him the night of prom—a simple “I had a really good time.” He had never replied.I typed anyway.Lila: Hey… are you free today?I hit send. Then I immediately typed another.Lila: I need to talk to you. It’s important.

Lila’s POVI woke up to cold grass under my cheek and the sharp smell of wet earth.“Kael?”My voice came out rough, still thick with sleep. I pushed myself up on one elbow, blinking against the pale morning light filtering through the trees. The garden was quiet. Too quiet.“Kael…?” I called again, louder this time. “Where did you go?”No answer. Just the soft rustle of leaves and the distant sound of early traffic beyond the academy walls.I sat up fully, wincing at the pleasant ache between my thighs. A small, tired smile tugged at my mouth despite the empty space beside me. “You actually left me out here,” I muttered, brushing grass from my arm. “After everything… rude.”I stretched, expecting the familiar lightness of my own body.Instead everything felt wrong.“What the hell?” I whispered, looking down.The front of my dress strained across my chest. Fabric that had fit perfectly last night now pulled tight over soft, heavy curves that hadn’t been there before. I pressed both ha

Lila’s POVI stood at the edge of the ballroom in a dress that suddenly felt too tight and too plain.“Just breathe,” I whispered to myself. “You’re fine. You’re supposed to be here.”Senior prom. Music pulsed through the floor. Lights washed everything in soft gold and blue. Alphas and Omegas moved together like they belonged in the same picture. Laughter rose and fell in waves. The air was thick with perfume, cologne, and the heavier undercurrent of pheromones.I had come alone.My hands wouldn’t stay still. I kept smoothing the skirt of my dress, then forcing them to stop.“Stop fidgeting,” I muttered under my breath. “You look desperate.”I found him almost immediately.Kael Thorne stood near the center of the room like the space had been built around him. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dark hair falling just enough to look effortless. Golden eyes that caught the light every time he turned his head. The Crown Prince of the Wolf Kingdom.“Of course he’s surrounded,” I said quietly to no o

Story Title: Forbidden Flames Author: FeyLume Genre: Forbidden Romance, Best Friend’s Brother, Secret Affair, Steamy Erotica Main Characters: • Sophia Reed – 24, bold, curvy, long auburn hair, fiery and playful but secretly vulnerable. • Marcus Kane – 32, best friend’s older brother, tall, muscular, dark hair, intense green eyes, dominant and protective. Blurb: One weekend at her best friend’s lake house turns into a sinful secret with the one man she can never have — her best friend’s dangerously hot older brother. — Chapter 1: The Reunion Sophia’s POV I pulled up to Mia’s lake house with butterflies already doing flips in my stomach. The place looked exactly like I remembered — big wooden cabin right on the water, dock stretching out, and that familiar old tire swing hanging from the big oak tree. But this weekend felt different. Because he was here. I hadn’t seen Marcus Kane in six years. Not since he moved away for work. And now my best friend had casually

Chapter 6: Dangerous Love Aurora’s POV I couldn’t hold it in anymore. We were back at the island villa the next morning, standing on the same balcony where he’d fucked me senseless the night before. The ocean looked peaceful, but I felt like I was drowning. “Lucien,” I said, turning to face him. “What the fuck are we doing?” He raised an eyebrow, sipping his coffee like I hadn’t just dropped a bomb. “We’re enjoying our honeymoon period, wife.” “Don’t call me that right now.” I stepped closer, heart pounding. “Am I still just the contract wife to you? The girl you bought for a year to warm your bed and look pretty at events? Or is this… something real?” Lucien set his cup down slowly. His blue eyes darkened. “You’re pushing, Aurora.” “Yeah, I am. Because I need to know.” My voice rose. “You protect me. You fuck me like you own me. You open up about your father. But every time I start to feel something, you pull back. Am I just a possession? Or do you actually want me?” He star

Chapter 5: Possessive Heat Aurora’s POV The private island villa was pure luxury surrounded by danger. Lucien had flown me here straight after the incident with The Raven’s man. No warning. Just “You need to see what being mine really means.” We barely made it through the front door before he was on me. “Strip,” he ordered, voice low and rough. “Right here.” I pulled the sundress over my head and let it drop. “You’re in a mood tonight.” “You have no fucking idea.” He unbuckled his belt slowly, eyes devouring me. “Hands behind your back.” I obeyed, heart pounding. He wrapped the warm leather around my wrists and cinched it tight, binding my arms behind me. The helplessness sent a rush of heat between my legs. Lucien stepped close, gripping my jaw. “You’re going to take everything I give you tonight, Aurora. And you’re going to thank me for it.” “Big talk,” I whispered, even as my nipples hardened. He smirked and pushed me toward the wide balcony overlooking the dark ocean. Th

Chapter 4: Secrets & Lies AURORAWe returned to the city that afternoon. Lucien didn’t waste any time.The moment we stepped into his top-floor office, three rough-looking men were waiting. They stood respectfully as we entered.“Boss,” the one with the scar said.Lucien’s hand stayed on my lower back. “This is my wife, Aurora. Aurora, these are Marco, Viktor, and Salvatore.”Marco grinned. “So you’re the one who finally got a ring on him. Ballsy.”I gave a dry laugh. “More like I was given no choice.”Lucien’s voice cut through. “Enough. Update me on The Raven.”They talked business for twenty minutes — territories, missing money, threats. I listened quietly, realizing how deep and bloody Lucien’s world really was.When the men finally left, Lucien locked the door and turned to me with dark hunger in his eyes.“You’ve been clenching your thighs the whole meeting,” he said, stalking toward me.“Observant,” I shot back, backing up until I hit his desk.He lifted me onto it and dropped

Chapter 3: Dangerous DesireAURORAThe next morning, Lucien barely gave me time to breathe.“Pack light,” he said over breakfast. “We’re flying out in two hours.”I wanted to argue, but the look in his eyes told me it wasn’t a request. So I found myself on his private jet, sitting across from him in a sleek black dress he’d chosen for me. The moment the plane reached cruising altitude and the seatbelt sign turned off, the air between us shifted.Lucien closed his laptop and looked at me with those cold blue eyes that now felt dangerously familiar.“Come here, Aurora.”I stayed in my seat, crossing my legs. “I’m comfortable where I am.”He raised an eyebrow. “You can walk over here, or I can come get you. Your choice.”I glared at him, but my body was already betraying me. I stood up and walked over. The second I was close enough, he pulled me down onto his lap, straddling him.“You’ve been wet since we took off, haven’t you?” he murmured, sliding his hand under my dress.“Cocky basta

Chapter 2: First NightAURORADinner felt like a battlefield.I sat across from Lucien at the long candlelit table, wearing the deep emerald dress his people had left for me. Every bite of food tasted like ash in my mouth. He, on the other hand, looked completely at ease — cutting into his steak like he hadn’t just bought me for a year.“You’re glaring again,” he said, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement. Those cold blue eyes pinned me in place. “It’s almost cute how hard you’re trying to hate me.”“I don’t have to try,” I shot back, gripping my wine glass a little too tightly. “You blackmailed me into marrying you. Forgive me if I’m not in the mood for pleasant conversation.”Lucien leaned back in his chair, studying me with that predatory calm that made my skin prickle. “Most women in your position would be crying or begging right now. You’re spitting fire instead. Interesting.”“I’m not most women.”“No,” he murmured, his gaze sliding over me slowly. “You’re not.”The si

Sienna’s POV I couldn’t look at him. The scandal was everywhere — my face plastered across every gossip site, comments calling me every dirty name imaginable. I spent the whole morning locked in my room, trying to rebuild the walls I’d let Nova tear down. When the door opened without knocking, I didn’t even turn around. “Leave me alone, Nova. I mean it this time.” He didn’t listen. Of course he didn’t. Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, pulling my back against his bare chest. “You think hiding in here is going to fix anything? You’re pulling away again, and I won’t let you.” I tried to step forward, but he held me tighter. “This is destroying my life. I need space. Real space.” “Space?” His raspy voice dropped low against my ear. “After everything we’ve done? After you came screaming my name in the shower? No fucking way.” He guided me to the edge of the bed and sat down, pulling me onto his lap so I was straddling one of his thighs. I was only wearing an oversized t-s

Sienna’s POV My phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the screen in horror. The leaked photos from the pool were everywhere — blurry but clear enough. My back against the wall, Nova’s hand between my legs, my face twisted in pleasure. The headlines were brutal. “Corrupt Cop Caught Fucking Rockstar Criminal” “Whore Cop Trades Badge for Rockstar Dick” Hate messages flooded in faster than I could scroll. “Disgusting slut.” “Hope you lose your job.” “Your mother must be so proud.” Tears burned my eyes. I felt sick. The bedroom door flew open. Nova stormed in, his face dark with rage, holding his own phone. “Sienna—” “Don’t,” I whispered, voice cracking. “Just don’t. Everyone’s seen it. My colleagues. My family. The whole fucking world.” He crossed the room in three strides and pulled me up into his arms. “I saw the comments. Those pieces of shit calling you a whore cop. I’ll find every single one of them and make them regret it.” I tried to pus

Sienna’s POV The lights came back on, but the feeling in my gut stayed dark as hell. Those hacked cameras meant someone had been watching us in the dark — watching Sienna cry, watching me almost kiss her. They saw everything. I turned to her, blood pounding in my ears. “They’re not just outside anymore. They’re in our fucking house.” Sienna’s face was still wet from tears, her eyes wide with fear. “Nova, we need to call this in. Now.” I moved before she could finish the sentence. I grabbed her waist and pinned her hard against the living room wall, my body pressing into hers. The city lights glowed far below the glass, but all I could see was her. “No calls,” I growled against her ear. “You’re mine to protect. Not theirs. Not your captain’s. Mine.” She shoved at my chest, breathing fast. “Get off me. This isn’t protection, this is you being a controlling asshole.” I didn’t move. Instead, I slid my thigh between her legs and pressed up, feeling the heat of her through her thin s

Sienna’s POV The entire mansion plunged into darkness without warning. One second the low hum of the fridge filled the silence, the next — nothing. Just black. My heart jumped into my throat as I froze in the hallway, phone flashlight already in my hand. “Nova?” I called out, voice sharper than I meant. Footsteps approached from the living room. Slow. Careful. Then his tall frame appeared in the faint glow of my light, shirtless, eyes reflecting like a predator’s. “Power’s out,” he said quietly. “Storm probably knocked the lines. Stay close.” I backed up a step. “Don’t come near me. After what I heard last night, I don’t trust a single word from you.” He didn’t stop. The darkness pressed in around us, forcing us closer whether I liked it or not. We ended up in the living room, the city lights far below barely cutting through the massive windows. “Sienna, listen to me—” “No!” I cut him off, anger and fear mixing into something ugly. “I heard everything at the gate. One week to

Sienna’s POV I woke up with a heavy weight in my chest and zero intention of letting Nova see it. The morning light felt too bright, too normal for the mess I was in. I dressed in my most professional clothes — crisp button-up and slacks — and walked into the kitchen like I was reporting for duty. Nova was already there, shirtless as usual, sliding a plate of eggs and toast across the island the second I entered. “Made your favorite,” he said, voice careful. “Extra butter on the toast. Coffee with caramel.” I didn’t even glance at the plate. “New rules. From now on, we communicate only when necessary. No personal conversations. No gifts. No music. I check in with my captain twice a day. You stay in my line of sight but we keep our distance.” He stared at me. “Sienna…” “Detective Vale,” I corrected coldly, pouring my own coffee. “That’s how this should’ve stayed from the beginning.” Nova’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t push. Not yet. Throughout the morning, he tried. He left

Sienna’s POV I didn’t even knock. I shoved the studio door open so hard it slammed against the wall. Nova looked up from his guitar, surprised for half a second before that guarded mask slipped over his face. “You have one week to get the files from the detective… or we come for both of you.” I repeated the words I’d overheard at the gate, my voice shaking with rage. “Who the hell was that man, Nova? And what files are they talking about?” He set the guitar down slowly. “Sienna—” “Don’t you dare ‘Sienna’ me right now.” I stepped closer, fists clenched at my sides. “I trusted you enough to let you inside my body. I listened to your sad stories about your old band. And the whole time you’ve been using me? Tell me the truth. All of it. Right now.” Nova stood up, running a hand through his messy hair. “It’s not what you think.” “Not what I think?” I laughed bitterly. “I heard him threaten both of us. You met him in secret in the middle of the night. How stupid do you think I am?” H