LOGINELI'S POVThe water had long gone lukewarm by the time everything finally settled. I could still feel the faint sting of steam on my skin, the way the tile beneath my feet seemed to pulse with the after‑glow of the bath. Somewhere between the hot steam and the cold snap that followed, the tension that had been coiled in my shoulders for weeks loosened, then softened into something heavier… quieter. My limbs felt weightless, as if I were drifting somewhere between exhaustion and something dangerously close to comfort.Lucen didn’t let go of me.Not immediately. Not even when the water turned cold enough to make the hair on my arms stand up. I heard the tap shut off, the splash of water against marble, the soft sigh that escaped his throat as he leaned closer.“…we should get out,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.A pause. Then his hand tightened slightly on my waist.“…yeah,” he said, though he didn’t move right away.For a second I thought he wouldn’t. He was the kind of m
LUCEN'S POVMy chest rose and fell in slow, heavy breaths, the sheets beneath me damp with exertion. Eli lay sprawled across me, his back pressed against my chest, his skin slick and warm. His breath hitched every now and then, like he was still trying to catch up to himself. I could feel the faint tremor in his muscles, the way his body still hummed from the last orgasm I’d wrung out of him.My fingers traced the marks I’d left on his skin... bite marks along his shoulder, darkening bruises where my grip had been too tight, the faint red lines where my nails had dug in. His ass was still slick with my cum, dripping slow and thick down his thighs. I didn’t bother wiping it away.I liked seeing it there, proof of what we’d done, proof of how many times I’d filled him. My cock twitched against his thigh, already stirring again, even though I’d just emptied myself inside him for the fourth time.”Luceeen," Eli muttered.Eli’s head lolled back against my shoulder, his blond hair sticking
ELI'S POVThe weight of Lucen’s body pressed into the silk sheets beside me, his chest rising and falling in slow, heavy breaths. His golden eyes burned into mine, dark with something far from satisfaction... more like hunger, like he’d only had a taste and now wanted the whole fucking feast.My cock ached, still hard as steel between my legs, leaking against my stomach. I could still taste him on my tongue, salty and thick, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.”Hmmm, Aren't you satisfied yet Eli?”, Lucen murmured into my ears.His fingers traced a lazy path down my chest, nails scraping just enough to make my skin prickle. When he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, a sharp gasp tore from my throat. The pleasure bordered on pain, and my hips jerked involuntarily, my cock twitching against nothing.Lucen’s lips curled into something predatory, his voice a low rumble. "Still so needy, my mate. Look at you... dripping for me, trembling like you don’t know what to do w
ELI'S POVThe first time Lucen kissed me like he meant to devour me, I should’ve known better than to let him. But that was the thing about hunger... once it took hold, reason didn’t stand a chance. Somehow I feel on the passion and genuineness of his kiss this time compared t his kiss when he loss himself during his rut."Luceeen," I murmured between the kisses.His mouth moved against mine with a kind of possessive desperation, lips parting just enough to let his tongue slide in deep, like he was searching for something he’d lost and was damn well going to find it in the back of my throat. "Lucen, Ohhh," I groaned into him, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, knuckles pressing against the hard plane of his chest. The taste of him... whiskey and something darker, like burnt sugar—filled my head until I couldn’t think straight. His hands were everywhere, one tangled in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise, pulling me flush against him. I could feel t
ELI'S POVLucen.Even when he stood across the room, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze never quite settled on anyone else. Even when his mouth stayed shut, his jaw set in that familiar, unreadable calm, I felt his presence like pressure beneath my skin...quiet, inevitable, as if he’d taken up permanent residence inside me without asking for permission.“…because you are my mate,” he said that night, his voice was low enough that only the fire heard it.The words lingered long after they left his lips. I didn’t answer right away. I couldn’t. If I answered, something honest would slip out, and honesty between us had always been… dangerous.So I stared at the fire, feeling the heat on my cheeks and trying to steady my breathing. Outside the window, the moon rose, thin and silver, as if watching us both.Things changed after that. Not in some dramatic, overwhelming way, but in the small, quiet things that stitch themselves into daily life.Lucen started… trying.At first I thought i
LUCEN'S POVSix months have passed, Between the silences and the small moments, something shifted. Not in a grand sweeping gesture, but in the way that there's progress in small steps, in the way the wind no longer seemed to carry Vulk’s low growls at every turn. Vulk’s voice still haunted the edges of my mind, but it faded, ceased when I chose to listen to my own heart instead.One evening, Eli stood by the doorway, his back to me, his shoulders slumped in a way that said he’d been carrying something heavy all day.“…what? Is there anything you want to say?” I asked, the authority in my voice a little too sharp.“I’ll be out for a bit,” he said shyly.“With who?” I asked, trying to keep my tone soft, but the edge of protectiveness slipped through.He raised an eyebrow. “…why do you sound like that?”“I don’t.” I snapped.“You do,” he corrected, a faint smile playing on his lips.Silence stretched between us, thick enough to feel like a rope.“…just tell me,” I pressed, a flicker of c
ELI'S POVThe car that brought me to Lucen’s estate was silent. The driver sat rigid in the front seat, a man carved from stone, his eyes fixed forward, his scent muted to the point of deliberate erasure. He didn’t speak. He didn’t acknowledge me. I wasn’t a passenger; I was cargo.I wore black for
LUCEN'S POVThe bass was a physical thing, it was the sound of power, of decadence, of our world. Here, in the gilded cage of "The Howl's” VIP room, being an Alpha wasn’t just a biological roll of the dice; it was divinity.We were the gods of this small, sweating universe, and the air was thick wi
ELI'S POVMy legs felt like gelatin as I stepped out of the shadows, the heavy book forgotten at my feet. The words I’d just overheard looped like a broken record in my head... Lucen’s arrangements, the terrified omegas, the bruises, the payments. The floorboards creaked beneath me, and Lucen’s hea
LUCEN'S POV“I can’t guarantee I won’t take another Omega,” I’d said, and the way his face had gone chalk-white still burned in my memory. How pedestrian, that he thought those words were a threat.Now, as he sat motionless, I let my eyes roam over him. His dark curls framed a face too soft for the







