Aurora’s POVI was trapped.The elevator hummed softly as it ascended, but the air inside was anything but peaceful. It felt like I was suffocating, every breath harder than the last, each second stretching out painfully as Damien’s hands slid around my waist. His chest was pressed against mine, his body heat like a furnace, and the way he looked at me—like I was his, something to be claimed—made my blood run hot.I didn’t want this.I couldn’t want this.But when his lips found mine again, I was consumed. It wasn’t a kiss of sweetness or tenderness—it was possessive, demanding, the kind of kiss that stole your breath and made you forget everything except the way his body fit perfectly against yours.Before I even realized it, my legs were wrapped around his waist, my body pulling him closer instinctively. My hands were tangled in his hair, tugging him deeper, as if my body knew what my mind refused to acknowledge.Damien’s mouth moved against mine with a ferocity that made me dizzy.
Aurora’s POVI couldn't breathe.The elevator doors slid shut behind us, sealing us inside. The air in the small space felt thick, suffocating. My chest rose and fell in rapid succession as I clung to Damien—my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, as if my body knew what it wanted even when my mind screamed at me to fight. To run. I should run, but... why couldn’t I move?Damien’s body was hard against mine, his heat radiating through the thin fabric of my dress. His hands were all over me, touching, exploring, claiming. His lips tasted of something forbidden, and the way he kissed me… it felt like an urgent demand. As if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life. My heart raced, my body betraying me with every second that passed, but my mind—my mind was still screaming for me to stop.No. I shouldn’t be doing this.This wasn’t me. This wasn’t the plan.But I couldn’t deny the pull. His lips were on mine, devouring, demanding. He didn’t give me the chance to protest,
Aurora’s POVThe sheets rustled as I shifted, sitting up and instantly regretting the movement as my body protested. Every inch of my skin ached, reminders of the night I could barely comprehend. Damien had claimed me, in every possible sense of the word. And now, in the aftermath, I could feel the weight of it all.I felt trapped in a world that wasn’t mine—his world. His touch. I had let it happen. My heart thundered in my chest, a mixture of confusion, guilt, and something else I couldn’t even begin to name.I needed to leave.I glanced around the penthouse, the luxurious surroundings reminding me how far removed I was from everything I knew. I didn’t belong here. Not with him. Not in his bed, in his life.I drew in a breath and threw the covers off my legs, carefully standing, the cool air hitting my skin as I padded barefoot to the window. The city stretched out before me, a sprawling, beautiful chaos of lights and noise. But it felt so far away, so unreachable. Like everything t
Aurora's POVThe silence between us stretched on after Damien pulled away, leaving my lips tingling, still aching from the intensity of his kiss. I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin, and my heart raced, a frantic pulse that I couldn't control. His hands were still on my waist, strong and unwavering, and I had no choice but to stay where I was, caught in his grip. The world around me felt distant, like everything had faded into the background, and there was only him. Only his touch, his presence.But then, a flood of confusion crashed over me. I pushed weakly against his chest, trying to create some space, but it felt futile. His body was like a wall, impenetrable and overwhelming, and I couldn’t seem to move away.I opened my mouth, my voice trembling, desperate for answers. I couldn’t stop myself. “Why me?” I whispered, my words barely audible over the pounding of my own heart. “Why must it be me?” Tears welled up in my eyes, hot and relentless. “I’m just an ordinary
Aurora’s POVI stood there in the silence of the room, my heart racing, my mind a chaotic mess of thoughts and emotions. Damien’s presence loomed over me, his eyes still dark with intensity, yet there was a gentleness in them now—something I hadn’t seen before. His hands, which had once been possessive, were now relaxed at his sides, as if giving me space to breathe, to think.I needed space. I needed to think, to escape for just a moment.“Damien,” I said quietly, my voice trembling as I tried to steady myself. “I need to go back to my apartment.”His gaze darkened slightly, his jaw tightening as if he didn’t like the idea. But his expression remained calm, and his lips parted as though he might argue with me. Still, I could see the conflict in his eyes. He didn’t want to let me go—not after everything that had happened between us. But he knew, just as I did, that this wasn’t something that could be rushed. It wasn’t something that could be forced.“I just need to clear my head,” I c
Aurora’s POVThe silence in my apartment was suffocating. The small space, which had once been my sanctuary, now felt like a cage. The walls seemed to close in on me, and no matter how much I tried to push the thoughts away, they kept creeping back—Damien, his touch, the heat between us, his overwhelming dominance.I sat on the edge of my bed, my mind racing, my heart still beating erratically from the events of the past few days. It felt like everything had been turned upside down. I had been so sure of who I was before Damien, so certain of my life and my choices. But now, I felt lost.His kiss, his touch—it was all so intoxicating, so consuming. And the way he looked at me… It was like I was the only person in the world to him. It made me feel powerful and vulnerable all at once. I hated it. I hated that he could affect me so deeply, that I couldn’t stop thinking about him, no matter how hard I tried.My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. I froze. No one ever came to
Aurora's POVI was still sitting on the couch when I heard the knock on the door, a sound that seemed to echo through the quiet apartment. My body tensed, and my heart skipped a beat. I knew who it was before I even moved toward the door.Adrian.I hadn’t seen him since the day I caught him with someone else. The betrayal had cut deeper than I wanted to admit, and now, here he was, back in my life. For what? To remind me of the life I was trying to escape? Or worse, to demand something from me?I took a deep breath and walked toward the door. My hand hesitated on the handle for a moment, and I felt the weight of the situation sink in. Damien had made his claim on me, and here was Adrian, the man who had once promised me everything, standing on the other side.As I opened the door, I saw him. Adrian Sinclair, tall and confident, with that familiar self-assured smile. But when his eyes locked on mine, the smile faltered for just a split second. He looked… surprised."Hi, Aurora," he sai
Damien had insisted, gently but firmly, that I needed to come with him. He wasn’t taking no for an answer.His voice had been soft, but there was no mistaking the authority that underlay every word. His hands were still on me, the way they had been earlier, never leaving me for a second as he guided me toward the elevator. His grip was possessive, like a man who wasn’t willing to let go—of me, of the situation, or of whatever had been brewing between us since that very first night.“Come on, Aurora,” Damien had said, his voice a mixture of patience and determination. “You need to rest. You’ve been through too much tonight. I’m taking you somewhere safe, somewhere you can calm down.”I hadn’t been in the right state of mind to argue, and honestly, I didn’t know if I wanted to. Part of me still felt shaken from the confrontation with Adrian, and the idea of retreating to somewhere far from all the pain, all the memories, had a strange allure.The penthouse. Damien's penthouse.I had hea
Silence pressed against their ears as they approached the lowest chamber. The air was heavier here—thick with ozone and dread, as if the facility itself exhaled the weight of its own malice. Damien’s flashlight beam danced across the walls, revealing veins of circuitry pulsing beneath steel plates. Each step echoed like a verdict.Aurora’s grip on her rifle tightened. “This corridor leads straight to the core. Seraph must be close.”Asher flanked Damien’s other side, unblinking in the dim light. Though forged in Monroe’s broken crucible, the boy’s courage was pure—a reminder that hope could grow from ashes.Null’s voice crackled in their earpieces. “I’m seeing systems coming back online. Ten minutes before full lockdown. We need to move.”Elias checked his watch. “Understood.”They rounded the final corner and stopped.A vaulted chamber yawned before them. In its center, illuminated by a ring of harsh white light, stood Seraph. Taller than a child but smaller than an adult, she was fr
The silence grew heavier the deeper they went.Null’s map guided them through a maze of subterranean halls—some cold and sterile, others torn by time and disuse. The smooth hum of generators still echoed in places, interspersed by flickering emergency lights that bathed the world in sickly red pulses.Damien led the way with Aurora and Asher close at his heels. The boy in the containment pod had given them everything—coordinates, access routes, and warnings. Seraph wasn’t like Daemon or Omega.He was worse.“Bio-signature locked,” Null murmured, eyes on the scanner as they reached another sealed door. “There’s something down there. No readable vitals, but movement… constant. Pacing, almost.”“He’s waiting,” Aurora said.Asher’s small voice cut in, soft but certain. “He doesn’t think. He reacts. He was made to become… everything they wanted me to be.”Damien knelt beside him. “You don’t have to face this.”Asher looked up. “I do. If we don’t stop him, he’ll come for us. For others.”Au
The elevator doors closed with a reluctant groan, sealing them in.Inside the narrow shaft, the only light came from their tactical gear—soft glows against skin and metal. Aurora stood beside Damien, her hand brushing against his, an anchor in the silence. Asher stood between them, staring straight ahead, lips pressed into a thin, focused line.The descent felt longer than it should have. As if the very walls were stretching around them—preparing to swallow them whole.Then the lift jolted to a stop.A hiss of depressurization followed. The doors slid open with a groan, revealing a corridor bathed in cold white light. Clean. Too clean. The sterile scent of disinfectant and ozone clung to the air like a ghost.“This is it,” Null said quietly. “The Core Lab.”They stepped out as one.Unlike the upper floors, this level was pristine. Not abandoned. Not even neglected. Lights functioned. Doors responded to biometric scans. Cameras followed their every move, some still tracking with soft c
The sun dipped low, setting fire to the horizon in hues of crimson and ash. From the ridge above the temporary camp, Damien stood alone, watching shadows stretch over the forest like fingers reaching for something they could never quite hold.Below him, the others prepared in near silence. The kind of silence that didn’t come from fear—but from knowing. From understanding just how close they were to the end.The wind curled around him, carrying the scent of pine and steel and something colder. A storm was coming. Not of weather—but of reckoning.“You always find the highest place when you need to think.”He didn’t turn. He didn’t need to.Aurora’s voice always settled beneath his skin like a familiar hum—gentle and steady.She stepped up beside him, hands tucked into the sleeves of her jacket, her gaze following his to the horizon.“You used to be quieter,” he said. “Before all this.”“I used to have more to be afraid of,” she replied, half-smiling. “Now I just have more to lose.”He
The boy didn’t speak of the dream again.But something in him shifted after that night. His steps were a little steadier. His gaze no longer darted to the exits first. He stayed near Damien, yes, but not like a shadow clinging to light. Now, it felt like a tether, an anchor—not dependence, but choice.Damien noticed it when they trained in the clearing behind the safehouse. The boy followed directions without flinching, without looking over his shoulder every five seconds like he expected Monroe to appear from behind the trees. And when Kai handed him a blade—not sharp, just a practice knife—he held it with the curiosity of someone discovering a piece of themselves.“What do we call him?” Eli
The morning sunlight felt wrong.Too bright. Too open.After days in the Hollow’s synthetic twilight, Damien squinted at the skyline like it was some forgotten relic. The world outside was still broken, scarred by everything Monroe had built, but out here—beneath real sky—it felt like breathing for the first time in weeks.They moved through the forest trail in silence, Aurora walking beside Damien, the child—now clothed in a borrowed jacket and boots too large—staying close to Damien’s side like a shadow tethered to light.No name.No past.
The air inside the chamber thickened as the hum of the cryopod deepened, soft lights tracing across its surface like veins awakening after a long slumber. Damien stood with his hand hovering just above the control panel, eyes locked on the boy within. A-00.The child who shouldn’t exist.The child who had been discarded—forgotten—yet had outlived the project meant to replace him.Aurora touched Damien’s arm gently. “Are you ready?”He didn’t answer right away. His gaze was still fixed on the boy’s face. So young, so still. Yet somehow, it felt like staring into a mirror that refused to reflect.
The helicopter blades sliced through the Ural sky like a warning.Beneath them, the forest spread like a sea of frozen pine and fractured stone, untouched and unwelcoming. The coordinates Null had provided pointed to a narrow canyon—its jagged sides veined with ice and shadow—where no human path should've ever led.Damien sat beside Aurora, eyes locked on the narrowing terrain below. The cold had begun to seep in through the insulated layers, but it wasn’t the temperature that clenched his gut.It was the silence.Even at this altitude, the absence of wildlife was unnerving.As if nature itself refused to brea
The wind had changed by morning.Geneva’s neutral calm felt different now—like something sacred had been disturbed beneath its manicured stillness. The team gathered in the briefing room of the underground complex, still shaken from what they’d uncovered the night before: Damien’s prototype—Subject A-01-D—and the fractured remnants of Monroe’s last vault of secrets.No one spoke for a long while.Elias was the first to break the silence. “So what now? We’ve seen the start of it. That clone—your prototype—it changes everything. Doesn’t it?”Null nodded slowly, pacing. “It suggests Monroe’s e