MasukJulian."Zee, you know damn well I am not your personal servant. There is absolutely no way I am driving all the way down to that dark territory again just to go pick up that shit. You can send any one of your men to go pick it up." "The ultimate success of this job solely lies on your shoulders, Julian," Zee argued sharply, his voice turning cold. "And I would highly urge you to go and pick it up by yourself. That way, the specific instructions for the distribution will be passed directly into your hands. Since you are the one who really wants to be executing this entire job from the inside, you need to be there." A total silence fell inside my car. I stared out through the dark windshield, weighing my options. Once again, he was right. And this time, it angered me that he was right again and my arguments were now invalid. "Fine," I muttered after a long moment. "I will handle it." "Good," Zee said, his tone softening slightly. "Go straight home now. It is late already. You sho
Julian I stepped out of the wooden door of the private lounge, the dim red neon light fading behind my back. My mind was completely racing as I walked down the quiet, carpeted corridor. A gay man. That was the only thought repeating in my brain. I clenched my jaw so tight my teeth ached. There was absolutely no other way. Only a man who shared those exact hidden desires could have looked into my face and spotted the tiny, split-second flash of panic in my eyes. I had barely even touched the screen of my phone to look at those male dancers downstairs. My glances had been completely fast, totally hidden. Yet, Rocco had pulled that secret right out of my throat like a trained predator. I smirked to myself as I reached the bottom of the stairs, a dark, bitter smile touching my lips. That guy... I still didn't fully understand why I had desperately asked him for his personal phone number right before leaving. It was an impulse. But deep down, I knew the raw truth. I needed people li
Dom. “He had a vasectomy,” I repeated slowly, letting every single syllable sink deep into his ears. “And that exact medical procedure is the sole reason why the Luna has not been able to conceive a royal heir for the pack. It was a calculated choice.” “What?” Anthor breathed out, his face turning a dark, angry shade of red. “Julian... Julian did that? Does Diane know about this?” “Are you going to let me finish speaking?” I snapped, my voice turning incredibly sharp. “Oh, yes... yes, of course,” Anthor stuttered quickly, his defensive walls instantly crumbling as he remembered who he was dealing with. “Please, continue.” “Now, for the last piece of information, I don't think it will really seem so important to you,” I said smoothly. “Because it's something that is completely expected from a corrupt, lying man like Julian if he chooses to cheat on her. So… yes. He has an affair outside their marriage. And he is barely in the house with his wife. And if it interests you, Dian
Dom As I walked away from the room, my mind was spinning fast. My chest felt tight, burning with a strange pressure—one that I had buried, intending for it never to surface again. Forbidden. That was the exact word that kept flashing in my head. It was a dangerous, completely unnecessary pressure—an absolutely rejected feeling that I had successfully shunned and locked away in the darkest corner of my mind for many years. I had a strict rule about my life: I never let a woman get under my skin. I never let emotions mess with my focus. My only family was my sister and the sworn brothers of the den. Gone are the days when I made such mistakes. I wasn't doing it again. But right now, my lips were still tingling from the soft, wet heat of Diane’s mouth. Her sweet, desperate scent was literally stuck inside my nose. I stopped, pausing right in my tracks in the empty hallway just before I got to the elevator. "Look, Dominic," I muttered softly to myself, my voice dropping in
Diane. Dom reached out, took my small hand in his large palm, and slowly slid the black card right back into my fingers. He closed my hand over it, his warmth spreading through my skin. "Keep your card, Diane," Dom growled softly, his voice deep and dominant. "I want you to consider this as one of my special treatments." what? He can't be serious. or is he? I looked around the massive lounge area, noting the expensive gold trimmings and the plush velvet furniture. "This place looks like a presidential suite, Dom. It is incredibly expensive," I reminded him, just in case he forgot. "Yes, it is," Dom agreed simply. "And you are seriously saying you want to pay for this luxury suite for as long as I decide to stay here?" I asked, my eyes wide with disbelief. "Mm-hmm," Dom grunted. "But I don't think you would stay here for too long, Diane. It won't take long before the pack forces start looking for their Luna. And I absolutely do not want to see massive news headlines about a m
(Earlier at the Hotel… that morning)Diane.I rolled over slowly on the massive bed. The white sheets felt like soft clouds against my bare skin. I blinked my eyes open and looked over at the little clock sitting on the nightstand.It was almost twelve o’clock in the afternoon.I let out a very long, peaceful breath. For the first time in so many months, my mind felt completely quiet. I didn't feel the heavy, choking weight of the royal palace pressing down on my chest. I didn't feel that fear and unsettling dread that usually kept me awake all night. I felt completely safe here in this hotel room. It was nice. It was a beautiful feeling.The heavy door clicked open quietly.I didn't even have to look up to know who it was. It was almost like his large body could naturally sense the exact moment my brain woke up from sleep. Dom walked into the room. He was completely dressed in his clean black-on-black outfit, looking big and dangerously handsome.In his right hand, he held a small ce
DomJulian had rushed out ten minutes ago, after leaving orders on things he wanted and things he didn't, and leaving me to handle some mess.Now, my job was to find Diane. She was already in the gallery wing with those high-society Council wives.I walked down the long, sun-drenched corridor. My b
Diane "The Beta, Where is his suite?" I asked a passing maid.She stopped and bowed low. "The Beta's suite, Luna? It’s prepared at the far end of the west wing.""Thank you," I said.I turned and headed toward the west wing. It was a part of the house I rarely visited. It was quiet and secluded. A
Diane.The mansion was finally quiet. After long hours of chatting and having solo fun, the Council wives had left, and Julian, he was out of the house as usual.I had retreated to my bedroom, shut the heavy door, and sank into my chair. I grabbed my phone for the first time in hours.I hadn't forg
Dom I stepped into the gallery, my boots silent on the thick rug. The room was bright, filled with the soft chatter of the Council wives. They looked like a flock of colorful birds, all wrapped in silk and pearls. I scanned the room. Everyone was holding a porcelain cup. Everyone was sipping.







