LOGINHe drove back alone. Replaying the entire conversation in his head, but he knew he did the right thing. There's no way he has to make this move towards Beatrice when his entire life have been imprinted by Elara. The car moved through the quieted city streets in near silence just the low pull of the engine and the occasional drag of wind against the windows and he sat in the back with his elbow against the door and his eyes on nothing in particular. The gates of the white house came into view and the driver pulled through, and Silas knew something was different before the car had fully stopped. He could hear it. A low, deep pulse of music bleeding through the walls and into the night air, the kind of bass that settles in the chest before the ears have properly registered it. The upper windows glowed warm and gold. There were cars lined along the inner drive that had not been there when he left in the morning. It was the kind of cars that belonged to people who received personal invi
"I was thinking we could go on a date to strengthen our bond." She said and didn’t wait for his consent, she didn’t seem to think she needed it anymore. The announcement was out, the die was cast, and in her mind, the world had already rearranged itself to suit her desires.The real reason, of course, had nothing to do with "bonds" she just wanted to be caught on camera. She wanted the public to fawn at the two of them. Silas didn’t protest. He didn’t even sigh. He simply allowed himself to be led. She grabbed his arm, her fingers digging into the fabric of his sleeve with a possessive strength, and pulled him toward the waiting sleek, black sedan.The car took them to L’Horizon Vert, an exotic open-air restaurant perched on a tiered terrace that overlooked the glittering sprawl of the capital’s northern district. It was a place designed for visibility. They walked into the exotic restaurant and heads turned immediately. Conversations dipped into hushed whispers. He could sense th
Silas was quiet for a moment. Then, slowly, he reached up and pressed the pad of his thumb against her cheek, wiping the tears from her face with a gentleness that Elara found, against her will, difficult to watch."Stop crying," he said quietly. "I'm sorry. But you know that I don't—"Beatrice's eyes lifted over his shoulder and found Elara.Something shifted in her face immediately the grief curdling into something harder and more deliberate and she moved. She stepped forward and wrapped both arms around Silas's frame, pressing herself against him in a single fluid motion that was half comfort and half declaration.Elara felt something clench in her chest. She kept walking."We're getting engaged, Silas." Beatrice's voice rose slightly, angled outward now, no longer just for him. "My father told me himself. And I want you to know, I am not letting you go. I didn't even realise how much I loved you until two days ago. Until Calvin said what he said and I thought I might lose you t
Prime Minister studied him for a long moment before something in his face shifted, the tension releasing into something surprisingly mild. "Why are you sorry?" he said, and the gentleness of it was almost harder to absorb than anger would have been. "Every alpha has their phase with omegas. You're simply in one."The President chuckled softly beside him. Calvin leaned back in his chair with the ease of a man settling in to watch something unfold at his leisure."Why apologize for it?" Calvin agreed, tilting his head toward Silas as if offering him sincere counsel. "We have all had our phases. I had mine. Omegas are what they are, their pheromones are a biological weapon and none of us were wired to be immune to them. Our instincts don't work that way. So I understand completely." He paused, then added with what sounded like genuine warmth, "You're a real man, Silas."Silas's gaze moved once to the door through which Beatrice had disappeared, and then pulled itself back. He said nothi
The air in the entire room seized.It was the kind of silence that did not creep in slowly, it arrived all at once, swallowing every sound, every movement, every casual rhythm of the breakfast table in a single breath. The President froze with his cup halfway to his lips, the steam curling upward in thin wisps that no one paid attention to anymore. Elara's breath hitched sharply in her throat, her hand tightening involuntarily in Calvin's grip before she remembered herself and loosened it, hoping no one noticed.Silas did not move. He sat with his spine straight and his expression deliberately arranged into something that was supposed to look natural. Relaxed, even. He pressed his fork lightly against the edge of his plate and tried to remind himself that this was nothing. It was nothing. A passing remark over eggs and coffee. It would pass.Beatrice's eyes had gone wide the moment the words left Calvin's mouth. Her gaze found her father first, then drifted toward Silas... searchin
He moved through his morning routine like a man possessed, his anger rising with every splash of cold water against his face. The dream felt like a stain he couldn't wash off. By the time he reached the White House, he was wound tighter than a watch spring.The breakfast room was already a hive of tense energy. The President was there, flanked by the Prime Minister and his daughter, Beatrice. Elara sat opposite them, her posture rigid, her eyes flashing with that familiar, defiant gold."—I could let you organize something for omega single mothers who were abandoned, but that's it! Do not push that narrative any further, Elara!" The President’s voice was a low roar, the kind he used when his patience had finally evaporated."Father, it isn't a narrative, it's a crisis—""You're here, Calvin," the President announced, cutting his daughter off with a sharp gesture. He looked relieved to see his protégé, desperate for a distraction from Elara’s relentless, "baseless" arguments that were







