LOGINOn the night of his wedding, the bride ran. And in her place, her younger brother was forced into the Alpha’s arms. Now bound to a man he cannot stand, the young omega is trapped in a world of silk cages and iron chains. His husband is a ruthless mafia king with a heart carved from betrayal. To him, this marriage is nothing more than punishment, a cruel reminder of the woman who abandoned him. But hate burns hot, and desire burns hotter. What begins as vengeance and resentment slowly twists into something neither of them can control. Every stolen kiss, every brutal touch, every clash of wills drags them deeper into dangerous territory. When lies unravel and forbidden bonds ignite, both Alpha and Omega must decide: Will they be each other’s ruin… or their only salvation?
View MoreDamian rose from his chair.The movement was slow, deliberate—the kind of motion that said he had made a decision and nothing in the world would change it.He turned to face Ezekiel."Why would you stop them?" His voice was quiet, but it filled the room.Ezekiel met his gaze. There was no mockery in his eyes now, no theatrical glitter. Just exhaustion and something that looked almost like pity."Because all of you are making the situation worse."Damian's jaw tightened. "How?"Ezekiel was silent for a moment.Then he lifted his hands, palms up, an offering and a warning."I can show
The mage's name was Corin, and he had been having a perfectly pleasant dream about a library with infinite books and an endless supply of tea when his door slammed open hard enough to crack against the wall.Corin jerked awake with a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a yelp, his hands flying up in instinctive defense against... whatever disaster was about to consume him.Lucian Blackwood stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the torchlight from the corridor, looking very much like a man who had decided that sleep was for people who hadn't just discovered that reality was falling apart."Contact Lord Edric," Lucian said. No preamble. No apology for the near-cardiac event he'd just caused. Just command.Corin blinked at him.Then blinked agai
The door to the study opened without a knock—because Lucian had long ago decided that knocking was for people who had time to waste.He strode in, a message scroll in his hand, his mouth already open to deliver Silas's news—And stopped dead.Nathan was standing in the middle of the room.Not a vision. Not a messenger. Not a letter.Nathan. In the capital. In Damian's private study. As if he'd simply materialized out of thin air.Lucian's mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.Nothing came out.For a long, terrible moment, no one moved.Then Lucian pressed a hand to his
Rowan moved before he could think.One moment he was kneeling beside Damian's chair, the next he was across the room, his arms wrapping around Nathan with a force that would have knocked them both over if Nathan hadn't braced himself.Nathan's breath left him in a surprised huff, but his arms came up immediately, holding just as tightly."Ro," Nathan whispered into Rowan's shoulder. "Ro, I'm here."Rowan pulled back just enough to grab Nathan's face in both hands, his silver eyes scanning every inch of him with desperate intensity."You look terrible," Rowan said, his voice rough. "You look thin. Exhausted. What happened? Are you okay? Why do you always do this—why do you always carry everything alone—"
He found Silas in the barracks courtyard, tightening the bridle on his horse. The man was alone—his soldiers had already dispersed after drills.“Sir Kane,” Lucian called, voice smooth, carrying just enough authority to make Silas’s hand pause mid-motion.“Lord Commander,” Silas replied without loo
Lucian’s suspicion had been a quiet, crawling thing at first—something he brushed off as paranoia born from sleepless nights and too many whispered councils. But the more he watched Nathan and Silas, the harder it became to ignore. The way Silas lingered in the study longer than necessary after del
Damian didn’t know what he expected—maybe another sneer, maybe silence—but not that. Nathan’s smile landed like a blow. Not warm, not open, but real, and that made it worse. Easy to read and honest with themselves. The words worked on him like a quiet indictment. Once, Damian had been exactly that.
Later when Damian returned.He didn’t knock—just opened the door and stepped inside like he owned the air Nathan was breathing.“Follow me.”No explanation. No visible anger. Just that voice—stripped of pretense, heavy with something Nathan couldn’t read fast enough to brace against. Nathan rose wi
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