LOGINThe alarms kept screaming like the building itself had lost its mind.Red lights washed over the room, turning the glass walls into slices of blood-colored fear. Kris Heather stood in the middle of it all like he owned the chaos, one hand on the control panel, the other resting casually at his side like he hadn’t just dragged me into hell with a smile on his face.My knees were still weak from the collar.Every time I tried to pull myself together, the thing at my throat gave a tiny, ugly sound, like it was listening, My body felt stripped down to the bone, exposed in a way that made my skin crawl. I hated it. Hated the weakness. Hated the fact that I could feel people watching me and not do a damn thing about it.“Stand up,” Kris said, almost bored.I looked at him through the ringing in my ears. “Go to hell.”That earned me a grin. “Already there, sweetheart.”He tapped the screen with two fingers.Instantly, the wall of monitors changed again.My own face filled every panel, I look
The second Kris Heather’s words hit my ears, my chest went icy. Famous. The kind of fame that doesn’t make you rich, doesn’t make you powerful—it makes you prey. My legs felt like they were stuffed with lead. I wanted to run, I wanted to scream, I wanted to turn the tables—but the Nullifier collar had other plans. Every surge of my gold energy, every instinct, every move I tried to make just fizzled into nothing.Kris didn’t waste time. He tugged me toward the penthouse door like I was a ragdoll, his bruised face twisted into a grin that made my stomach twist. “Relax, Mr. Vale,” he said, his voice rough over sandpaper. “We’re going to have a little show-and-tell handsome. I wanted to punch him, spit on him, shred his smug face into nothing, but my body laughed at me. My fists barely moved. My legs barely obeyed. I was human again, I felt weak and vulnerable.He pushed me through the door. The hall was empty—silent, sterile. The only light was from the chandeliers, The silence made
**************The water in the shower was so cold it should have hurt me so badly but it didn’t. It ran over my skin in thin streams, dripping from my hair, sliding down my back, but the heat inside my body wouldn’t go away. My veins still felt alive, it was trembling, like something inside them was slowly waking up.I leaned my forehead against the wet tile and closed my eyes.My chest made that beat it fell in slow, uneven breaths.The gold light inside me had faded after the explosion in the woods. It wasn’t raging anymore. It had retreated somewhere deep beneath my ribs.**********But the feeling it left behind…That hollow ache, that need it was still there.It felt like something inside me was reaching out for an anchor.And the only anchor it knew was Marcus, he was obviously my mate,i am bond to him.I shut the water off and stepped out of the shower. The bathroom mirror was fogged over, hiding my reflection, which honestly felt like a blessing. I didn’t want to see what I
ELARA POV ************I knew the exact moment Marcus Blackwood threw his life away.I tasted it, I felt it .I was standing on the ridge above the mountain pass, the cold wind cutting through my coat and whipping my hair across my face. The forest below was black and silent until the shockwave came.It tore through the valley like a thunderclap.Violet light burst between the trees, violent and raw. The ground beneath my boots shook and the blast stole the air straight from my lungs.***********For a moment the whole forest glowed, Noah has awaken the curse.Then it faded.But the power didn’t fade with it.It hung in the air like the smell after lightning strikes, and something older. Something angry.Still, that wasn’t what made my stomach twist.It was the scent,sweat blood and desperation.The heavy stink of two bodies tangled together in the dirt while the world around them burned.I almost puked knowing what they did.My fangs slid down before I even realized
**********The crash site was a graveyard of twisted metal and smoke, but the air around us didn't feel cold anymore. It felt electric. The sound in my ears was so loud it was almost a physical weight, a vibration that started in my marrow and radiated out through my skin in waves of golden light.I looked at Marcus, and I didn't see my protector. I didn't see an assassin. I saw a target am ready to take out.Who the heck I am now I said to my self, i felt hungry, but it wasn’t for food. It was a hollow, aching void that screamed for one thing: the man holding me. The "Dormant Bomb" hadn't just exploded; it had left me completely empty, and the only thing that could fill that hole was the dark, heavy energy rolling off Marcus."Noah, talk to me," Marcus muttered, his hands still gripping my face. He looked dazed, his own supernatural strength being force-fed by the raw power leaking out of me. "You’re glowing like a sun, baby. You need to breathe.""I can't Marcus" I choked out,
Back in Manhattan, the Vale penthouse which is usually a fortress of quiet luxury and high-stakes power but now it felt like a damn morgue. ************ Mr Vale, a man who routinely commanded rooms of cutthroat executives with a single, icy stare, was currently pacing the length of his massive living room like a caged animal. He had ripped his expensive silk tie off hours ago, his tailored shirt wrinkled,He looked completely flustered, his face pale and aged ten years overnight. ************ “You’re telling me my son, a man who moves actual global markets, just evaporated?” Noah’s father yelled glaring at the lead detective standing uncomfortably by the broken glass of Noah’s home office. “You have his blood on the desk! You have a multi-million dollar security system that was wiped clean in sixty seconds! And your best guess is a *kidnapping*? *********** “Mr. Vale, we are exploring every avenue—” the detective started, looking thoroughly agitated by the billionaire’s wra







