Mag-log in"But, Elara...""Shhhh... don't ruin this moment for me," she said softly, her breath warm against his lips.She didn't give him room to argue further. She leaned in, closing the final inch of distance between them, and started to kiss him again. It was a slow, possessive kiss that effectively drowned out his protests, pulling him right back into the deep, turbulent waters of the only place he felt truly alive.Her hands went to his trousers and began to force them down his legs, the urgency in her grip cutting through any remaining hesitation between them."I want you, Silas," she breathed against his skin, her voice raw and entirely stripped of its usual composure. "I don't know, but I just want you... so give it to me... right now...""Elara..."Her name was a ragged plea on his lips. He was beginning to lose it too, the last of his carefully guarded discipline dissolving the moment her warmth pressed entirely against him. The scent of her, thick and intoxicating in the dim evenin
Calvin stared at him for a long moment, his eyes searching for any shift in Silas’s posture. Finally, he gave a curt nod. Silas didn't wait for a dismissal; he grabbed his bag and walked away, his skin crawling with the feeling of Calvin’s eyes on his back.Calvin watched him go, his jaw set. He knew Silas was hiding something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it yet. He turned to Darren, who had been watching the exchange from a distance."You're Darren, right? Silas' friend?"Darren dropped into a quick, respectful bow. "Welcome, my lord. Yes, I am."Calvin smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. It was the smile of a man who had found a new tool. "You need a place beside me in the future, Darren. I need bright-eyed wolves like you who know how to watch and listen. Silas is a good soldier, but he’s too loyal to the wrong person."Darren’s eyes lit up at the prospect of power. "I understand, sir.""Good," Calvin said, stepping closer. "Find out what Silas is hiding. I want to kn
"Do you know how hard I worked to get to where I am right now, today?" Calvin, "I laboured for twelve years when you were gone. All the messes you don't seem to take now, I took it for twelve years and got used to it, and you're going to be awarded life on a platter, a life you didn't even work and then you miraculously get it and shit on my head!!" Elara felt the air being cut off. She was silently choking, her lungs burning, but she didn't claw at his hand. This wasn't new. Greene Jones had done this to her countless times. Instead of showing weakness, she let her anger flare. She stared directly into Calvin’s eyes, her gaze filled with pure, unadulterated contempt for his desperation.Calvin’s grip tightened, his knuckles white. "Tell me," he growled. "Who is the omega?""I asked you a question!!" Calvin roared, his fingers tightening even further.Elara’s world began to gray at the edges, her lungs screaming for oxygen, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of a struggle.
Calvin’s voice was right at the keyhole now. The panic in his tone was unmistakable, sharp enough to cut through the heavy air."Sir, I don't think there's anyone in her room except Elara," the guard argued, though he sounded less certain now. "She might be... resting.""Then why is her door locked?" Calvin demanded, his hand rattling the handle. Clack. Clack. Clack. "Elara! Open this door! Elara!"Underneath Elara, Silas was still trembling, his forehead pressed against her collarbone. He was anchored deep inside her, his heart beating a frantic rhythm against her own. They were chest to chest, skin to skin, while the man who was supposed to be her fiancé stood on the other side of a thin piece of wood, demanding entry."Why was your door locked?" Calvin started over breakfast the next day, his eyes didn't appear to look like someone who had a wink throughout last night. As he said that, the president, prime minster, Silas and Beatrice suddenly turned their attention towards him. Si
Silas’s voice came out rough, fractured at the edges, like something inside him had already snapped and was now just holding together out of stubborn will.His nose was near her neck, his breath warm against her skin, uneven, uncontrolled. The scent of him normally restrained, masked, carefully managed was now slipping.Alpha Elara’s instincts reacted first before her thoughts could catch up. Her fingers curled slightly at her sides.“Silas…” she warned softly.But he didn’t move away. If anything, he leaned in closer like her voice was the only thing anchoring him upright.“I tried,” he whispered. “I really tried.”Her throat tightened.“What are you talking about?” as if she didn't have an idea of what he was talking about. Her insides were already clawing at her, anger, jealousy, every chaotic emotions collapsing and fighting over each other because of Silas right now and she was still asking questions. Silas let out a shaky breath, and for the first time, something vulnerable crac
Because he was barely surviving as it was? Because pretending to love Beatrice while loving someone else was slowly destroying him?He clenched his jaw hard, “This place isn't comfortable.”Beatrice folded her arms immediately.“You live here perfectly fine.”Silas didn't say another word, he didn't want to argue with her in the open where the servants were listening in on them.The hallway felt too exposed, there were too many eyes and ears. Beatrice stood there watching him, waiting for a reaction that wasn’t coming fast enough. Silas exhaled slowly, forcing his tone to stay controlled.“Beatrice, what? You didn't have to move in.”“Why?” she asked immediately. “Aren't we couples? You're too distant to me and I want us to be closer.”His jaw tightened, “I already told you that I don't like you neither do I want us to get married to each other.”That should have ended it, but Beatrice didn't flinch. She have always been haunted by those words that she now dreamt about them, waking u
Calvin swallowed hard, his throat feeling like it was lined with sandpaper. The text message glowed on his screen like a brand. "Mr. Vance, I think I have to attend to some important issues right now," he managed to say, his voice tight and unnatural. "It concerns the entire state, something regar
The restraint had snapped, and in its place was a reckless, devouring hunger that refused to be satiated. For an entire month, the palace had become their playground. They were like two stars colliding, burning with a white-hot intensity that made the political tension surrounding them feel like a
When he finally pushed into her, the world narrowed down to a single point of impact. Silas’s eyes rolled back as he buried himself deep, his cock sliding through the slick heat of her until it felt as though he had reached the very center of her. Elara’s body twitched, her inner walls screeching
Elara wanted him? Is that even possible? Elara wants him how? I mean… he tried to breathe while looking at her, as if he were dreaming. She hasn't just said that, right? She hasn't just told him that she wanted him? "Don't you?" She asked throwing him off balance, "Yeah, that's why I've been avoi







