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The Unexpected Visit
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2026-08-24 02:22:55
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ABYSS OF HIS SEED The Weight of a Place
Chapter 22Lucien’s words followed me for the rest of the day.'Know your place.'I moved through the penthouse with them sitting under my skin like a bruise I could not stop pressing. In the kitchen I measured flour and sugar with more strength than necessary. In the nursery I held Elias longer than usual, breathing in the clean scent of his hair while Becky quietly folded tiny clothes at the changing table. She glanced at me once or twice, eyes still grateful, but she did not speak. I was grateful for the silence.I had begun to believe the ground beneath us was shifting. The kitchen that was mine. The dream he had pulled back into the light. The way he had stood on a bomb so I could walk free. The night he shut the door on Luke for good. Somewhere in those moments I had started to think he saw me as more than the rare omega who had given him an heir. More than something claimed and kept.'Know your place' dragged me back to the beginning—to the basement, the gala, the trunk, the pr
ABYSS OF HIS SEED Cracks in the Quiet
Chapter 21It started with small things. A plate slipping from her hands while she cleared the breakfast dishes, shattering against the tile in a sharp explosion. Two days later a cup followed, then a glass. Each time she apologized in that same low, hurried voice, head bowed, already kneeling to gather the pieces before I could say anything. I watched her carefully after that. Around Elias she was gentle enough—her hands steady when she held him, her voice soft when she murmured to keep calm Him—but the breaking continued in the kitchen and the hallways, little accidents that left me tense.After everything with Clara and Luke, after the way Lucien had shut down every disruption with speed, I told myself I could handle this one myself. I was learning to stand a little straighter in this house. I was baking, caring for Elias, existing as more than the rare omega who had given him an heir. Reporting every cracked plate felt like running back to the safety of his shadow when I had only
ABYSS OF HIS SEED A New Maid
Chapter 20I was in the middle of folding whipped cream into a light chocolate mousse when the elevator opened.My hands kept moving out of habit—spatula turning in slow, careful strokes—but my attention had already shifted. Lucien rarely brought anyone new into the penthouse without warning. After Clara, after Luke, after everything that had followed Elias’s birth, unexpected arrivals still put me on edge.He stepped into the kitchen with a woman behind him.She was younger than Clara had been, maybe in her mid-twenties, with neat brown hair pulled back in a low ponytail and a simple dark uniform that looked freshly pressed. Her head stayed lowered. Her hands were clasped in front of her. Everything about her posture said she was trying to take up as little space as possible.I set the spatula down and gave Lucien a surprised look.He met my eyes without hesitation, then gestured slightly toward the woman.“This is Becky,” he said. “She will assist you with Elias.”Becky dipped her h
ABYSS OF HIS SEED The Last Visit
Chapter 19I was in the nursery settling Elias when the elevator chimed. Like the sound of a lingering ghost —unhurried. By the time I stepped into the living room, Luke was already standing near the windows, his hair flatten, reaching his collar, coat folded over one arm as if this were any other visit.Lucien sat in the armchair with a glass of whiskey, expression unreadable.“I’m leaving town,” Luke said staring at Lucien lustly. “For good this time.”Lucien took a slow sip, then set the glass down. “You could have said that over a phone call.”The words were flat, almost bored, harder than any raised voice could have.Luke’s face tightened. For a moment the polished charm cracked completely. Bitter laughter escaped him, sharp and short.“You really have moved on,” he said, staring at Lucien as if seeing him clearly for the first time. “I kept telling myself this—” his eyes flicked toward me for half a second, “—was temporary. That the freak was just an excuse. Something you used
ABYSS OF HIS SEED The Taste of Something New
Chapter 18After that first batch of strawberry cream-filled cupcakes, Lucien simply left the space untouched for me. No staff rearranged the tools. No one questioned the hours I spent there. Ingredients appeared as soon as they ran low. I baked in the early mornings while Elias still slept, and again in the long afternoons when the penthouse felt too large and the thoughts too loud. The rhythm of measuring, folding, and waiting for something to rise gave my hands a purpose that had nothing to do with survival or obedience.Lucien kept his word. He was my first customer every time, and He gave me a hundred dollar every time He would appear without announcement, lean against the counter or take the same chair, and wait. Sometimes he said nothing. Sometimes he asked what I was making in that low, expectant voice that still sent a ripple through me. He ate whatever I placed in front of him—tart lemon bars, dark chocolate entremets, delicate choux filled with coffee cream—and the approva
ABYSS OF HIS SEED Old Dreams Resurface
Chapter 17One night, after Elias had finally settled and the penthouse had fallen into its usual late quiet, Lucien asked me the one question nobody had ever cared to ask.We were in the living room. He sat at one end of the long sofa with a glass of whiskey resting on his knee. I sat at the other, legs drawn up, still wearing the soft shirt I had put on after Elias’s last feeding. The city lights beyond the glass washed the room in muted silver. For a while neither of us spoke. It was the kind of silence that had become familiar—heavy, but no longer unbearable.Then Lucien turned his head and looked at me properly.“What is your dream?”The question was simple. It should not have landed as hard as it did. People had asked me for my body, my obedience, my silence. No one had ever asked for the thing I had buried the deepest.I stared at him for a moment, uncertain I had heard correctly. “My dream?”“Yes.” His voice was calm, almost casual, but his eyes stayed steady on mine. “The thi
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