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Mcanni Ada Joel Silly hearty Tomile Xander Win Princess Pearl Jenny Brown ADV Tia Becca Bookie–butt Nicheeka Smith Shobhhh Suigeneris Glory Okodugha Supriya Gupta Adejoke Margaret Macaulay Alexia raheemsofiat34 malu220 Oluwatoyosi Eniola YES, I TAKE NAMES AND I'LL KEEP TAKING EM! To my beautiful readers, One more flip and We’ve reached the final page. The story of EZREAL AND BARON has officially come to an end… and wow. I’m sitting here with a full heart and slightly trembling fingers because finishing a book is one thing, but finishing it with you is something entirely different. Ezreal and Baron lived in my head for so long. They argued with me. They surprised me. They broke me a little. And somehow, through every late night and every stubborn scene that refused to cooperate, you stayed. You showed up. You felt every ache, every quiet moment, every fracture and every healing breath alongside them. That means more than I can properly put into words, you guys. Stories are fragile things when they first begin. They’re just dreams and whispers. But you gave this one life. You analyzed. You theorized. You cried. You screamed at me (lovingly, I hope). You loved these characters as fiercely as I did. That kind of connection? That’s magic, Bunnies. That’s the reason writers keep writing. Ezreal and Baron may have reached their ending, but the impact of their journey doesn’t just vanish with the last chapter. It lingers, in the lessons, in the scars, in the love that fought to exist despite everything stacked against it. Thank you for trusting me with your time. Thank you for investing your emotions. Thank you for believing in this story. Thank you for your comments and reviews. Closing this book feels bittersweet. But every ending is also proof that something existed, and that something mattered. And because of you… it truly did. With all my Love and gratitude beyond measure, Alpha. WE MAY BE GETTING A SEQUEL FOR VINCENT AND AIDEN. But in the meantime, "MARKED IN HIS RUT" my newest adventure trip just took off, so do give that a read if you fancy a sweet lazy not so dark Omegaverse.If the world demanded your life, I would offer mine before the echo left its mouth. My existence is merely the echo of your name. EZREAL’S POV The day they discharged Baron, the hospital corridors felt too narrow for the kind of relief sitting in my chest. He walked slowly. Stubbornly. Refused the wheelchair. Of course he did. His shirt hid the bandages wrapped tight around his torso, but I knew exactly where the stitches pulled when he moved too quickly. I stayed half a step behind him anyway, close enough to catch him if he faltered. He didn’t. He never did. Outside, the air was sharp with late afternoon heat. The city hummed like it didn’t know how close it had come to losing him. I opened the car door for him. He raised a brow. “You’re hovering.” “I’m assessing.” “Assess from the driver’s seat.” I almost smiled. Almost. He slid in carefully. I shut the door and walked around to my side. For the first time in years, I wasn’t thinking about retaliation. Or strategy. Or
Lucy Lane Mcanni Ada Joel Silly hearty Tomile Xander Win Princess Pearl Jenny Brown ADV Tia Becca Bookie–butt Nicheeka Smith Shobhhh Suigeneris Glory Okodugha Supriya Gupta Adejoke Margaret Macaulay Alexia raheemsofiat34 malu220 Oluwatoyosi Eniola YES, I TAKE NAMES AND I'LL KEEP TAKING EM! To my beautiful readers, One more flip and We’ve reached the final page. The story of EZREAL AND BARON has officially come to an end… and wow. I’m sitting here with a full heart and slightly trembling fingers because finishing a book is one thing, but finishing it with you is something entirely different. Ezreal and Baron lived in my head for so long. They argued with me. They surprised me. They broke me a little. And somehow, through every late night and every stubborn scene that refused to cooperate, you stayed. You showed up. You felt every ache, every quiet moment, every fracture and every healing breath alongside them. That means more than I can properly put into wor
You don’t understand — your suffering rewired me.Every bruise you carried became a vow carved into my bones.BARON’S POVPain came before memory. Not sharp at first. Heavy. Like my body weighed too much for my bones. Then the beeping. Slow. Rhythmic. Annoyingly steady. I tried to move my hand.Something tugged. IV line. Hospital. The chapel. Gunshot. Ezreal. My eyes flew open. The ceiling above me was white. Too white. The light hurt. My throat burned like I’d swallowed smoke.For a second, I didn’t know if I was alive.Then I turned my head slightly, and saw him…Mine.Ezreal was slumped forward in the chair beside my bed, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tightly together like he was holding himself in place.His shirt was still stained with my blood. He hadn’t changed. His head was bowed. And he looked… exhausted. I swallowed. It hurt. “…Ez.” My voice barely existed.But he heard it. His head snapped up so fast the chair scraped loudly against the floor. For a split second, he jus
Every breath I take without you feels like theft.Return to me, so I can breathe like a man again and not an empty vessel pretending.EZREAL’S POVI saw red. Not metaphorically. Not poetically. Red. Baron’s body hit the stone and the sound split something inside me. For half a second, the world didn’t exist.Not the chapel. Not the bodies. Not the blood still spreading beneath Landon. Just him. Falling. “Baron!” I was already moving before his name finished tearing out of my throat.I caught him before his head struck the floor, dropping to my knees so hard the impact jarred through my bones. His weight collapsed into me, warm and frighteningly limp.There was blood. Too much. It soaked through his shirt, dark and spreading fast beneath my hand when I pressed against his chest. “No,” I said. It wasn’t a command. It was a refusal.Behind us, Celeste was still standing where she had fired. Gun trembling. Eyes wide. For the first time since I’d known her, she didn’t look composed.She lo
BARON’S POVI always told myself I wouldn’t care. That if this day ever came, if my father lay dying somewhere far away from me, I would feel nothing.He had chosen pride over me. Chosen reputation over blood. Chosen silence over love. So I told myself I would be stone if he ever fell. I was wrong. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely keep pressure on the wound. Blood soaked through my fingers, hot and relentless. It pooled beneath his back, staining the chapel floor in dark red halos.“Stay with me,” I whispered again, even though his breathing was already fading. Dad. The word hurt. Not because he deserved it. But because I meant it. Even after the disowning.Even after the humiliation. Even after he looked me in the eye and told the world I was no longer his son. He was still mine. And I was still his.His chest hitched weakly beneath my palms. I leaned closer, pressing my forehead against him like I could anchor him to this world through sheer will. “I’m here,” I choked.
EZREAL’S POVWhen Baron told me that Celeste was Rodrigo's daughter, I hadn't believed him. But I knew that Baron wouldn't lie at that point at all. He knew the cost of lying and we were in a serious situation. When he explained everything that she had told him, I felt a pain I didn't recognize hit my chest. It wasn't her fault but it didn't mean that she hadn't chosen this path. The drive to the chapel was silent, filled with so many unspoken words. I sat at the back with Baron while Vincent drove. Then, his phone pinged and when he checked the message, he froze. I noticed immediately and stared at Baron. “Vincent, what's going on?” He was silent for a while and then he looked at me through the rearview mirror. “The ritual has started, Boss. The men are asking if they should engage.”I was silent for a while before shaking my head. “No. Tell them to wait. We're almost there, aren't we?” He nodded and I looked outside the window. I needed to make sure everyone came out of this un







