Inojin Senshi, captain of the Kansa Mortals, was not the kind of man who made it easy for people to like him. His teammates called him Barney, though never to his face unless they were on good terms. His personality was a strange mix,mean and strict on the surface, but deeply loyal to those he trusted, with a sarcastic streak that sometimes felt like affection and sometimes felt like a knife. When Kota first joined the team, Inojin’s welcome had been sharp enough to cut. “You might think you’re special because you came from a fancy middle school, but here… I decide who stays.” That was his introduction, spoken with cool eyes and no hint of warmth. It had taken Kota months to see past the mask and figure him out. Kota never imagined he would discover that Inojin was hiding something this big. That night was like any other after practice. The rest of the team had gone back to their dorms, their laughter echoing through the halls before fading into the evening quiet. Inojin had stayed
He had flashbacks all day. The scene played in his head over and over again, the weight of Taiga’s pressure beneath him, the sinful melody of his moans, the heat of his skin. That was the first time they’d ever been that intimate, and now it seemed he’d gone and gotten himself addicted. “Ya.” The morning after had been awkward. He’d woken to find Taiga pacing the room, still in that robe that probably felt slimy with slick and reeked of it. “Aya.” They didn’t talk, just stared at each other. Maya could tell Taiga wasn’t back to full strength yet, probably still riding out the sparks of his cycle. His pupils were still dilated, and he looked like he’d finally taken the reins of his consciousness again instead of the sex-hungry Luna Maya had fucked hours before. “Maya.” They showered together, but neither spoke. He should have, tiptoeing around each other like strangers. Now he felt so stupid for keeping his mouth shut. He understood exactly how Dante had gotten addicted, yesterda
He woke up scorching hot, hair sticking damp to his forehead, sweat running down his neck, chest, and back. The air felt thick. His breathing was shallow. That all-too-familiar weight of lust was pressing against his skull like a fever. His heat cycle had started. Normally, he would have just popped suppressants and gotten on with his day. But lately, they weren’t doing their job. His body was rebelling against them. He could feel it in the way his thoughts slipped, in how quickly his composure cracked. The higher the rank of an omega, the harder it was to keep that composure during heat, and he was way past pretending now. He didn’t sit up right away. His gaze roamed across the room, half-expecting to see his brother on the other side of the bed. But the space was cold, empty. He must have been gone for a while. Taiga sighed, dragging himself out of bed with the sluggishness of someone whose body didn’t want to cooperate. He needed to get at least a bit of his routine done befo
Maya’s confrontation might have been sexy, dramatic even, But right now, standing in front of Dante's mother, there was absolutely nothing sexy about this moment. Let’s rewind. After Taiga’s abrupt exit from the restaurant, storming away from Maya and Tatsuya's ridiculous games, he had nowhere to go except forward. His fingers trembled from the residual heat of frustration as he shoved his hands into his pockets. He wandered through the large, pristine corridors of the mall, letting the crowd swallow him whole. Window shopping wasn’t exactly therapeutic, but it gave him something to look at besides the inside of his head. Unfortunately, in his rush to escape, he’d stupidly left his credit card with Tatsuya. Not that he’d admit it aloud. Pride was a persistent thing, and Taiga was far too proud to go back. The polished floors gleamed as he stepped into the luxury wing, a section clearly meant for people who had either old money, new money, or dangerous money. The kind he now ap
The clatter of dishes and the buzz of casual conversations filled the air. It was supposed to be a quiet evening out. Taiga had chosen the restaurant for its low-key atmosphere, a little place tucked away in the corner of the shopping district. It was warm and dimly lit, just enough to blur out the outside world. He hadn’t expected to be seen. Not here. Not by him. He’d seen them at a local restaurant, laughing like they were lovers. Maya didn’t even realize how his body had moved until he was already standing beside their table. There was no plan, no buildup. Just a sudden need, a magnetic pull that brought him face to face with the scene he hadn’t prepared his heart for. Maya stood at the edge of their booth, eyes locked with Taiga, something sharp and unreadable flickering behind his expression. “What are you doing here?” he said, his voice low but firm as his gaze shifted sharply across the table. His eyes landed on the stranger beside Taiga. “And who the hell is this?”
The Kanzaki family was a name etched into Japan’s history with ink made of gold and blood. Revered for their immense wealth and dark web of underworld connections, the Kanzaki bloodline carried with it an ancient curse and legacy. Every heir, born into privilege, was destined to be the only child of their generation. Once married into the family, the bride or groom would bear only one offspring for life. It was not myth, it was law, and law in the Kanzaki family was enforced not by man but by power.No weakling was ever born into their ranks. Their bloodline produced only Elite Enigmas, pure, unblemished, and revered. The family chose mates from the most dominant lines. Only Elite Primes or Lunas, those rare high-ranking bloods, were considered worthy of binding into their future. Their obsession with power was evident in everything they touched.Kanzaki Rei, the next heir, stood at the center of the estate’s ancient conference hall. All six feet of him radiated quiet power. He was co