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I found Tyla standing by the tall velvet curtains of the estate library, and my stomach dropped. His clothes were disheveled, his hair wild, his face twisted with a desperate, feverish fury. Somehow he had slipped past the estate's perimeter security. After Matthew's warning to back off, he had clearly stopped listening to anyone. "You think you're so clever, don't you, Soren?" Tyla hissed, his voice trembling with venom. "You stole my place. You ruined everything!" I kept my distance, a thick manila folder of audit documents pressed to my chest, my face cold and guarded. "Get out, Tyla. You're trespassing, and if James finds you here—" "I don't care about James!" His eyes flashed with wild jealousy. "You took everything that should have been mine!" Before I could move, he lunged, his hands clawing for my collar. His fingers caught the edge of the scent-blocking patch behind my neck, and he tore it from my skin. The folder slipped from my arms and scattered across the floor. For one terrifying second, the library fell silent. Then the air shifted. A sweet, intoxicating wave of pheromones bloomed into the room: crisp light rain, tangled up with James's deep smoked cedar. It was the unmistakable scent of an Omega carrying a Prime Alpha's child, so rich it seemed to hum in the air. Tyla froze mid-stride. His breath stopped. His eyes flew wide, pupils dilating as the scent filled his lungs. He stared at me, then down to where my hands had flown, instinctively, to shield my stomach. My heart hammered against my ribs. Nobody was supposed to know. Not yet, and certainly not him. "You're..." Tyla's voice thinned to a horrified whisper. "You're pregnant? You're carrying James's heir?" Before he could draw another breath, the oak library doors slammed open against the walls with a thunderous crack. James stood in the doorway. His tall frame blocked the light and threw a long shadow across the room. His silver eyes were blown wide with rage, and his Prime Alpha aura rolled outward like a shockwave, pressing down on the air until it was hard to breathe. Tyla whimpered and stumbled backward as James took one slow, lethal step inside. "I warned Matthew," James said, his voice low and shaking with fury. "Did he not tell you to stay away from my wife? You came into my home. You put your filthy hands on him." His voice rose to a roar. "You have a death wish!" He didn't just walk forward. He unleashed the full weight of his dominance, and the pressure doubled, then tripled. Tyla dropped to his knees, clawing at his throat, choking, his lips going blue. Panic spiked in my chest. I hated Tyla, but I couldn't watch him die in front of me, not in this house. "James! Stop!" I rushed forward and grabbed his arm. "You're killing him! Let him go!" He whipped his head toward me, chest heaving, eyes still burning. I watched his gaze fall to my bare neck, to the torn patch on the floor, to my hands curled over my stomach. Something cracked in his expression. Fear, raw and sudden, cut through the rage. He was flooding the room with Alpha pressure, and I was standing in the middle of it. "Soren, get out!" His voice broke as he pointed at the door. "Get out of this room, now! I said go!"CHAPTER 22: The numbers came in at market open.I was in James's study when Arthur turned the monitor toward us. A red line ran down the screen like a cut. Vance Enterprises had lost twenty percent in the first hour."It's the story," Arthur said. "Analysts are calling it a governance risk. They think the CEO was deceived by his own husband.""Deceived," James repeated flatly."That's the word on three financial channels."James didn't look at the screen again. He looked at me. "It will recover.""Will it?" I asked."Markets forget." He said it with great calm but his fingers pressed white against the edge of the desk.By noon the loss had grown to twenty-six percent. The board called an emergency meeting and James left for it with his jaw set. He kissed my forehead at the door. I stood in the quiet study afterward and listened to the car pull away.I turned on the television in the sitting room and muted it but the ticker kept crawling beneath the anchors. VANCE SHARES SLIDE. INVEST
CHAPTER 21: The headline hit before breakfast.Arthur stood in the dining hall doorway holding a tablet out in both hands. "Sir, you need to see this. Both of you."James took it first. I watched his jaw tighten as he read.MERCER HEIR'S CONTRACT MARRIAGE EXPOSED. WAS THE VANCE HEIR A BUSINESS DEAL?Below it was a scan of our contract with my signature at the bottom, small and neat."Where did they get this?" James asked quietly."The tabloid says an anonymous source," Arthur said. "It came in at five this morning. By six it was everywhere."Everyone in the room looked unsteady. Arthur's hands were perfectly still."Matthew," I said. "It has to be Matthew.""His lawyers have had him since yesterday," James said. "But he could have passed it along before that. Or Tyla could have.""Either of them would have wanted this," Arthur agreed. He took the tablet back gently.I read the article over James's shoulder anyway. It spoke of a cash-strapped Mercer and a billionaire uncle and a marri
CHAPTER 20: Matthew paced behind his desk like a caged animal. His phone buzzed against the floor, and he scooped it up and pressed it to his ear. "Where are you? What happened?" he demanded. "Did you get anything? "He knows, Matthew! He knows everything!" Tyla's voice cracked with terror over the line. "James caught me, and now they're saying Soren is carrying his baby. We're finished! James is going to destroy us! The phone slipped from Matthew's fingers and clattered onto the desk. His face drained of color. Every careful plan he had built was coming apart. Early the next morning, the counter-attack began. The boardroom of Mercer Holdings was glass-walled and silent, the board members stiff in their leather chairs. James walked in first, his presence filling the room. I walked beside him in a sharp, tailored suit, my head held high, one hand resting briefly at my stomach before I let it fall. Arthur followed and laid a copy of the audit files in front of every board
CHAPTER 19: Tyla was still choking on the rug when James called for security. "Get him out of here," James said, his voice low and cold as guards flooded into the library. "If he ever sets foot on this estate again, or if any of you let him through those gates, your employment ends before you hit the ground. Tell him this from me: not even Matthew will be able to save him." Two guards hauled Tyla off the floor by his arms. He was weeping now, too terrified to fight. I listened to his cries echo down the corridor until the front doors swallowed them. The crushing weight of James's aura slowly lifted as the library door clicked shut. I stood frozen near the bookshelf, my hands still hovering over my stomach, my bare neck burning where the patch had been ripped away. Light rain and smoked cedar still hung thick in the air between us. James turned toward me. The rage in his silver eyes melted away, replaced by something raw and tender that I wasn't ready to look at. He took a slow
CHAPTER 18: I found Tyla standing by the tall velvet curtains of the estate library, and my stomach dropped.His clothes were disheveled, his hair wild, his face twisted with a desperate, feverish fury. Somehow he had slipped past the estate's perimeter security. After Matthew's warning to back off, he had clearly stopped listening to anyone."You think you're so clever, don't you, Soren?" Tyla hissed, his voice trembling with venom. "You stole my place. You ruined everything!"I kept my distance, a thick manila folder of audit documents pressed to my chest, my face cold and guarded. "Get out, Tyla. You're trespassing, and if James finds you here—""I don't care about James!" His eyes flashed with wild jealousy. "You took everything that should have been mine!"Before I could move, he lunged, his hands clawing for my collar.His fingers caught the edge of the scent-blocking patch behind my neck, and he tore it from my skin. The folder slipped from my arms and scattered across the flo
CHAPTER 17: Holding the sleek silver key fob in my palm, I looked up into James's earnest silver eyes. Every cold, clever line I usually kept ready had vanished. I couldn't find a single reason to refuse him."Thank you, James," I whispered, clutching the key. "I'll... I'll drive it."A quiet breath of relief escaped him. He gave me a small nod and left my bedroom so I could rest.The following morning, I took the matte-gray BMW out for its first spin. The engine purred, and for the first time in months, driving felt liberating rather than terrifying. I parked right outside Charles's cozy bakery, and the scent of fresh bread met me at the door.Charles glanced out the kitchen window, and his eyes went wide at the luxurious car parked out front."Well, well," he grinned, setting down a tray of croissants. "Look who arrived in style! Let me guess, James bought you that beauty?"I sat on a high stool at the counter, twirling the keys around my finger. "He did. He was so worried about ye







