LOGINI didn’t sleep.
Not really. Not when my mind was a storm of images, whispers, and unspoken desires. I kept replaying the balcony from last night: Alex’s teasing closeness, Dominic’s silent intensity, Ryan’s maddeningly playful grin. Every moment, every word, every brush of a hand was etched into me, impossible to erase.
The storm hadn’t stopped. It had only grown louder.
I didn’t notice the knock at my door until it sounded again, insistent, deliberate. My pulse jumped. I knew who it would be before opening it Alex. Always Alex when things spiraled out of control.
“Mary,” he said softly as soon as the door cracked open. “I need to talk to you.”
“I… I don’t think now”
“You will listen,” he said, voice low, commanding, impossible to ignore. “It’s important.”
I hesitated, then stepped aside, letting him in. His presence filled the apartment immediately dangerous, smooth, magnetic. And yet, there was something different tonight, something more urgent.
“Mary,” he began, eyes dark and intense, “there’s something you need to know.”
I froze. “What is it?”
He ran a hand through his hair, pacing slightly. “It’s about… us. About me. About why everything is… complicated. About why the tension between us isn’t just desire. There are reasons things you don’t know and you deserve to know them.”
Before I could ask, there was a subtle shift in the room. Dominic appeared from the shadows, quiet as ever, his presence heavy and commanding. “Mary,” he said, voice low, magnetic, “you should hear this. It matters. And you need to be ready.”
Ryan’s voice followed moments later, teasing but sharp. “Oh, this just got interesting. Secrets, Mary. Secrets about Alex, me, Dominic… and probably you too.”
I groaned. “Ryan! Stop talking!”
Alex took a deep breath. “Years ago… before you were born, there were arrangements made. Alliances. Promises. Things that involve your father, your sister… and us. It’s complicated, dangerous, and the last thing I wanted was to involve you. But now, it’s impossible to avoid.”
I blinked. “Arrangements? Alliances? What… what do you mean?”
“It’s better if you hear it slowly,” Dominic interrupted, stepping closer, intensity radiating off him. “But know this everything you feel, everything you’ve felt, isn’t random. It’s tied to choices made long before you existed. Choices that affect not only desire but consequences.”
Ryan smirked, leaning lazily against the wall. “See? Told you. Chaos and danger. And Mary, you’re at the center.”
I sank onto the couch, overwhelmed. My mind raced. What could possibly tie all three of them, and my family, together in a way that made this… inevitable? My pulse was hammering, my stomach twisting.
Alex knelt in front of me, eyes dark, velvet, dangerous. “Mary, I’ve tried to protect you. But the truth… it changes everything. And I can’t hide it any longer.”
Dominic’s gaze bore into me. “And you must decide how to navigate it. Carefully. Every step now matters. One mistake…” His voice trailed off, but I understood. Consequences. Dangerous ones.
Ryan laughed softly, dangerous and teasing. “And meanwhile, Mary, you get to enjoy the ride. Don’t you love it?”
I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. And yet… part of me burned with excitement, with forbidden desire, with the thrill of the impossible.
The first revelation came slowly, deliberately. Alex leaned closer, whispering in my ear. “Your father’s best friend me was part of an agreement to protect your family. But that protection comes with… complications. Emotional, dangerous complications. And now… you’re involved.”
Dominic’s presence pressed against me, silent but magnetic. “And the others,” he said quietly, “…aren’t just observers. Each one has a role, a claim, and a pull. You feel it because it exists. Because it was meant to exist. And now, it can’t be denied.”
Ryan grinned, playful, infuriating. “Oh, yes. The tension. The forbidden desires. The danger. Mary, I swear, if this isn’t a soap opera, I don’t know what is.”
I pressed my palms to my face, overwhelmed. My heart raced, my pulse thundering. The revelation was more than I could comprehend. My father’s best friend. My stepbrother. My sister’s mate. All tied together in ways I hadn’t imagined. All pulling me, all dangerous, all forbidden.
I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. I wanted to surrender. And yet, I couldn’t. Not really. Desire, forbidden and consuming, had me in its grip.
Alex reached out, holding my hand, warmth radiating through me. “Mary, whatever you feel… you’re not alone. But you must tread carefully. One wrong move…”
Dominic’s gaze hardened. “One wrong move and everything collapses. This isn’t just desire, Mary. It’s fire. And fire burns if you’re not careful.”
Ryan smirked again, leaning closer. “And here I am, just enjoying the chaos. Admit it, Mary. You love it. And you know it.”
The night stretched into early morning. Secrets had been revealed. Tension had reached a fever pitch. Desire, forbidden and intense, had consumed every part of me.
I realized something terrifying: my life had changed irreversibly. I couldn’t escape Alex, Dominic, or Ryan. And I didn’t want to.
But somewhere deep down, I knew this was only the beginning. A secret had been unveiled. And the consequences… were just starting.
The night air hit my lungs like ice, sharp and unforgiving, but it didn’t clear the fog in my head. If anything, it made everything worse.The name still exists.Those words echoed endlessly, louder than the alarms we’d left behind, louder than the collapsing stone, louder than my own heartbeat.Elliot staggered slightly as he carried the fixer, my father’s former shadow, the man who had known too much and survived too long. Marcus stayed close, scanning the darkness with the precision of someone who had learned long ago that danger didn’t announce itself.Liam brought up the rear, weapon raised, his jaw clenched tight.We didn’t stop running until the ruins were nothing but a jagged silhouette behind us.Only then did Elliot finally lower the fixer to the ground.I dropped to my knees beside them, hands shaking as I pressed my fingers to the man’s neck. A pulse, weak, but there.“He’s alive,” I whispered.For now.The fixer coughed, his body trembling violently as his eyes fluttered
The numbers burned into my vision.58… 57… 56…Each second fell like a hammer against my chest, cracking something open that I wasn’t sure could ever be repaired again.The fixer’s body jerked violently against the restraints, veins bulging at his neck, eyes wide with pain. Foam gathered at the corner of his mouth as his breathing became ragged, uneven, unnatural.This wasn’t a bluff.She wasn’t testing us anymore.She was executing.“Stop it!” I screamed, my voice echoing wildly through the chamber. “You’ve proven your point!”She didn’t even flinch.Instead, she folded her arms, her expression almost serene, like she was watching a scientific experiment reach its expected conclusion.“Forty-five seconds,” she said calmly.Elliot’s hands tightened on my shoulders. I could feel the tremor he was trying and failing to suppress.“She designed this to break you,” he whispered urgently. “Not just emotionally. Morally.”I swallowed hard, my throat burning.Marcus moved closer to the chair,
The darkness didn’t lift all at once.It peeled back slowly, like someone dragging a blade through the black, revealing fragments of the chamber in thin slashes of silver light. My arms were still wrapped around Elliot, my fingers clenched into his shirt as if letting go would make him disappear again.He was solid. Warm. Real.That mattered more than anything.“Breathe,” he murmured quietly, his forehead resting against mine. “You’re safe. For now.”For now.That phrase had become the anthem of my life.I pulled back slightly, forcing myself to look around. The chamber we stood in wasn’t the same one we’d fallen from. This place was narrower, colder. The walls were smooth stone etched with symbols I didn’t recognize, and the air felt heavy like it carried memory, regret, and old blood.Marcus leaned against the wall to my left, one hand pressed to his ribs, eyes sharp despite the exhaustion etched into his face. “That separation wasn’t random,” he said. “She was measuring you.”“Me?”
The passage chose for us.That was the first thing I understood when the floor split beneath our feet and the silver light vanished.There was no warning. No countdown. No time to brace myself.One moment, Elliot’s hand was in mine solid, warm, grounding and the next, gravity tore me away.I screamed.The darkness swallowed me whole.I landed hard, the air punched from my lungs as pain exploded through my ribs. The flash drive skidded across the cold floor, stopping inches from my fingers. I crawled for it instinctively, clutching it to my chest as the chamber sealed above me with a sound like a coffin being shut.Silence followed.Heavy. Absolute.I was alone.“No,” I whispered, pushing myself up. “No, no, no…”The words from the voice echoed in my mind:Only one of you will be forced to confront it alone.This was it.This was my trial.The chamber was different from the others. No glowing symbols. No shifting walls. Just a long corridor lined with doors dozens of them each marked
The key burned against my palm, heavy with significance, as though it contained the weight of every choice we had made, every fear we had conquered, and every temptation we had resisted. The chamber’s walls quivered, reshaping themselves, enclosing us in a new space dark, narrow, and oppressive. Shadows crept along the edges, curling like smoke, whispering our deepest insecurities.Elliot’s hand remained clasped with mine, his dark eyes scanning the twisting walls. “This isn’t over,” he murmured. “The gate was only the first trial. Now… the true temptation begins. It’s personal, emotional… and far more dangerous than anything we’ve faced.”Marcus crouched low, his sharp eyes analyzing every shifting surface. “The patterns indicate a psychological trap. It will isolate us individually, exploit weaknesses, and attempt to fracture the unity we’ve fought so hard to preserve. We cannot falter. Not even for a second.”Liam exhaled, fists clenched. My sister’s mate radiated a protective ener
The gate loomed above us like a monolith of power and peril. Its surface shimmered with shifting symbols, flames, serpentine patterns, eyes that seemed to follow my every movement. The air around it vibrated, thick with a tension that made my chest ache. This was no ordinary door, it was a test, a trap, a reflection of everything I had ever desired, feared, and longed for.Elliot’s hand found mine instinctively. His eyes, dark and unwavering, scanned the gate as if he could see through its illusions. “We can’t hesitate,” he murmured. “Every second of doubt will give it power. We step forward together, or we fail together.”Marcus crouched near the edge of the platform, studying the intricate carvings. “This gate… it’s not just physical. It’s psychic. Emotional. Every step, every choice, every flicker of desire will be measured. The gate will respond to weaknesses, insecurities, and impulses. It will tempt, manipulate, and provoke. But if we act as one… we have a chance.”Liam, my sist







