INICIAR SESIÓNPeter~I had barely settled into Jules's apartment before I realised my son had become considerably more difficult than I remembered.He wasn't the sort of boy who questioned everything when he was younger. Back then, I could tell him what needed to be done, and he'd usually find a way to manage it without making a fuss. Now, every conversation seemed to turn into an argument, and he looked at me as though I were some stranger who had walked into his home uninvited.It was an unpleasant change, especially considering everything I'd been through.People liked to talk about responsibility as though life gave everyone the same opportunities. It didn't. Some people were fortunate enough to have money, connections, and a comfortable place to return to whenever things went wrong. Others had to improvise, make difficult decisions, and find ways around problems that never seemed to end.I'd always been the latter.The debts hadn't appeared out of nowhere, and I hadn't borrowed money because I
Enzo~“Your toy has a problem.”I continued reading the document in front of me, barely acknowledging Darrien as he entered my office. He had a habit of bringing me information without bothering to explain why it required my immediate attention, and I wasn't in the mood to entertain another unnecessary interruption.“Which one?”“Jules.”That earned him a brief glance. “Then get to the point.”Darrien placed a folder on my desk and opened it, revealing several printed photographs and a collection of documents. I recognised the man in the first photograph after a moment, although I had never had any reason to pay attention to him before.Peter.Jules's father.“What about him?”“He's been making demands of Jules.”My fingers stopped moving over the document. “What kind of demands?”“Fifty thousand dollars. Apparently, Jules refused to give it to him, so Peter threatened to expose his identity as an omega to his hockey coach and teammates.”Something inside me shifted.My wolf rose imme
Jules~ For several seconds, I couldn't make myself move. Peter stood in the middle of my living room, looking entirely too pleased with himself. He had just threatened to expose the one secret I'd spent years protecting, all because I refused to give him fifty thousand dollars. “How?” I finally asked. He raised an eyebrow. “How what?” “How did you find out?” Peter smiled. “Does it matter?” “Yes, it fucking matters. How long have you known?” “Long enough.” I stared at him, waiting for an explanation, but he simply walked towards the sofa and picked up the remote control. “Peter, I'm asking you a question.” “And I'm telling you that you should have thought about your little secret before deciding to be difficult.” My hands curled into fists. “You can't seriously be threatening to expose me over money.” “Why not? You seem to have forgotten that I'm your father.” “Being my father doesn't give you the right to ruin my life.” “Then give me the money and we won't have a problem
Jules~ Peter sat up on the sofa, his expression hardening as though I were the one who had just made an unreasonable demand. “Watch your mouth, Jules.” “No, seriously, I need to understand what you're thinking. I just paid a hundred thousand dollars to get you out of that place, and you've barely been home long enough to sit down before asking me for another fifty thousand. What exactly makes you think I owe you another dollar?” His jaw tightened. “I'm your father.” “And?” The word escaped before I could stop it, leaving us staring at each other across the living room. I had spent years imagining what I would say if Peter ever came back, if I ever got the chance to ask why he'd left me to deal with everything he had abandoned. I had imagined shouting, crying, demanding answers, but none of those fantasies had prepared me for the reality of standing in my own apartment while my father treated me like an inconvenient source of money. “And?” he repeated, rising from the sofa.
Jules~My father had been free for less than twenty minutes, and I was already regretting every decision that had led me to this moment.Peter sat in the passenger seat of my car with his arms folded, staring out of the window as though the city had personally offended him. His clothes were rumpled, his hair needed attention, and there was a faint bruise near his jaw, but he was alive, breathing, and no longer in the hands of the men who had held him over his debts. Father had disappeared when I had started playing hockey and piled up everything on me but now, he back and fucking being annoying?! Considering the amount I'd paid to get him released, I thought he could at least manage a little gratitude.Apparently, that was asking too much.“The place was disgusting,” he complained. “You have no idea what those bastards put me through.”I kept my eyes on the road. “I'm sure it wasn't pleasant.”“Not pleasant?” He turned toward me, offended by my choice of words. “They kept me in a filt
Enzo~The transfer had been completed before noon, and by the time I arrived at the office, I had already decided that the matter was settled.Five hundred thousand dollars was more than generous for a single encounter, particularly one that had never been arranged in advance. I had no intention of discussing the circumstances with Jules, explaining my reasoning, or entertaining whatever objections he might have about the amount. The money was his now, and what he chose to do with it was no longer my concern.That was how I intended to leave things.Unfortunately, my attention kept returning to the memory of his face when he had woken up in my mansion. Jules had looked at me as though he expected me to demand something from him, and his reaction to the possibility of being controlled had been immediate. He had made it abundantly clear that sleeping with him did not give me the right to dictate his movements or interfere with his life.I remembered his exact words because I disliked be







