تسجيل الدخولDiane. He turned around, opened the door to his private laboratory, and went inside. The door clicked shut behind him. I was alone. The silence of the room felt incredibly heavy. The old grand clock on the wall started to tick. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Every single sound felt like a hammer striking against my skull. My body was begging for the tea. The withdrawal symptoms were screaming inside my blood, making my skin itch and my stomach roll with nausea. My throat was dry, filled with anticipation. I sat down on a hard wooden chair. I pulled out my phone with shaking fingers. I tried to scroll through the screen just to keep my mind busy. I looked at old pictures. I looked at calendar dates. But I couldn't see anything clearly. The letters were blurry. My mind kept flashing back to Julian’s face. I kept seeing him smiling at me over the breakfast table, pushing the hot cup toward my hands. Urging me to take my tea. The routine. Finally, the laboratory door creaked open. Dr. N
DianeThe black car stopped in front of a small brick building. It was tucked away in a quiet corner of the lower town. The walls were covered in dark green moss.The roof was old and sagging. This was the medieval medical house. It was a very old clinic. It was not a beautiful place at all, but it was a place built on old secrets.I turned my head to look at Dom. My chest felt tight. My hands were still cold and shaking on my lap."Wait for me out here," I ordered. My voice was small, but I made it sound firm. "Do not follow me inside."Dom did not move a muscle. He just kept his large hands on the steering wheel and looked at me through the rearview mirror. He gave a slow nod. "Yes, Luna."I grabbed my heavy leather handbag and pushed the car door open. The cool morning air hit my sweaty skin as I walked up the cracked stone steps. I pushed the heavy wooden door open and stepped inside.The clinic smelled like old paper, dried herbs, and sharp alcohol. I walked straight past the sma
DianeI did not sleep at all last night. Not even for one single minute.The morning sun was creeping through the heavy curtains of my bedroom. It felt like needles poking into my swollen eyes. My whole body was hurting. My stomach was twisting in tight, painful knots. A cold sweat was dripping down my neck, making my nightgown stick to my skin.I sat up on the edge of the bed. My legs were shaking so hard I could barely stand. Every muscle in my body was begging and crying for that herbal blend. My mouth felt completely dry. No matter how many liters of water I had consumed. My tongue felt thick.It was totally evident now. There was no denying that. There was a heavy drug inside that tea. It wasn't just some ordinary local herbs for my health. It was a chemical. Or whatever was inside it was something addictive, and I was completely addicted to it.But the physical pain of withdrawal wasn't even the biggest problem right now. The biggest problem was the voice stuck inside my head.“
RoccoI watched from where I stood as the heavy glass door closed after Julian left. The room became very quiet. The air was still thick with the smell of sharp alcohol. I stood up from the leather couch. I didn't rush. I walked over to the side wall. There was a big picture frame hanging there. I pushed it sideways. Behind it was a thick sheet of glass.It was a one-way mirror.From this room, it just looked like a mirror. But from the other side, you could see everything. You could hear every single word spoken in this private VIP room.A man was standing in the dark room on the other side of the glass.Dom.I walked out of the VIP room and turned down a narrow, hidden hallway. This path led to the deeper part of Vegas Den. This was the place where regular club members could never go. It was quiet here. The loud bass from the dance floor downstairs felt very far away now. It was just a low thrum under my boots.I pushed open a heavy iron door. Dom was standing there. He was leaning
Julian. "Right here, you're not the Alpha," he said, his voice like ice. "You are in my den. And I call you what I choose to call you. Here and now, I drop the Alpha title. I call you Julian." What? I let out another laugh, but inside, my heart was pumping hard. He was totally defiant. He was completely disrespecting my status in my own pack territory, but strangely, the more this Rocco guy spoke, the more interest I picked up in him. He had real balls. The balls of a real villain. He wasn't like the bowing politicians or the crying servants at the palace. He was the 'my rules only' kind of guy. Which was good. Rocco leaned back again, looking at the photos. "There are at least fifty plus biker gangs in your pack territory, Delta Pack. And amongst these fifty, at least forty-eight of them run their businesses very calm and friendly. They don't want trouble with the law. And the others, if there is any rival or violence, it is strictly within themselves. Bikers are not known for
Julian I looked up through the thick grey smoke. A young man was standing at the top of the wooden stairs, looking right down at me. He looked quite young, maybe in his early thirties. He was dressed very simply, but he had a strange vibe around him. He looked dangerous. He had a cold smile on his face that made my stomach tighten. I stood perfectly still, my eyes analyzing him from his messy dark hair down to his boots. This guy didn't look like a regular street thug. He looked like the kind of person who could snap a man's neck while laughing about it. The young man started stepping down the stairs. His movements were slow and heavy. Every step he took made the old wood creak. "Who do we have here?" he asked. His voice was smooth, but it had a sharp edge to it. I swallowed hard. My throat felt like sandpaper. As the young man reached the bottom of the steps, the three massive bouncers instantly stepped aside. They cleared a wide path for him, bowing their heads. They looked li
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.I picked up my fork and pushed a piece of fruit around."Yesterday," I started. My voice was low but steady. "How did it go? The meeting?" I asked, trying as much as possible to make everything sound normal.Julian didn't even blink. He took a slow sip of his coffee. "It was fine, honey. Jus
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 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







