INICIAR SESIÓNDon't worry, the main focus of this book is still Enzo and Julian, and this subplot doesn't change that. Thank you for readinggg! Teegirl:-)
Enzo doesn't look impressed. He looks pissed, in fact. He pulls back slightly, tilting Julian's chin so he can see his eyes. They're glassy and unfocused. "What did you take? who gave it to you?" "No one-" He pouts, grabbing at Enzo's arm and pulling him back into the hug, like he can't bear to be away from him for even one second. "Are you mad at me? Did you not miss me?" "I did. So fucking much. I promise I'm not mad..." He gestures at Marco to get the car ready. He's going to take him the hell away from this place. "Come with me. I'll take you out of here." Julian immediately tenses. He pulls back, looking sad. "I-I can't." "Why?" "He'll be upset. I can't go back to the estate with you. He'll hurt you if he finds out." Enzo frowns but quickly masks it. "Then what about my penthouse? I have one close to your school here." Julian looks up at him in confusion. "Why do you have a house close to my school? What happened to your estate?" Enzo can't bring himself to tell Julian w
The phone rings for a few minutes. Longer than it would usually take--Julian knows it's because Elliot made him change his number. And technically, that should've been the moment he backtracked and cut the call off. But he keeps staring at the screen, even as Enzo's voice rings out from the speakers. "Hello?" His Italian accent is thick with the word, deep and raspy, instantly shooting a lick of heat up Julian's spine. "Hello?" he says again. Julian can't get himself to say a word, just lets out a long, shaky breath. And that's all Enzo needs... "Julian, is that you??" He exhales heavily. "What's wrong!? Where are you?! Why do you sound like that!? Talk to me, my baby..." Fuck. Julian feels tears spring to his eyes at the nickname. He squeezes his eyes shut, hanging up before Enzo can say anything else. What the fuck was he thinking, calling him at all!? He turns the phone off too, just in case. He's still sitting there by himself, when Jake approaches him again. This time, h
Julian feels like his chest is about to fucking cave in. Ava looks worried. She takes her phone back from his grasp, her hand hovering over his back like she doesn't know if she's allowed to touch him. He finally remembers where he'd seen Liliana before, and why she looked so familiar. That night, at the gala. The one where Peter had leaked his tape to everyone there. He remembers seeing Liliana with a group of other Omegas. He had assumed she was a companion like him, but apparently not. She was a guest. A guest who had witnessed the most humiliating moment of his life and had decided to use it against him the moment he finally managed to get a little breath of fresh air. Fuckkk. Julian turns and walks away before Ava can say anything else. He doesn't know where exactly he's going, just that he needs to get as fucking far away from everyone as he can. Thankfully, Ava doesn't follow. Not like it would've made much difference. Everyone is already staring at him--some condescend
"I heard rumors." Quinlan smiles, inching closer to Lois, his smile all teeth and mischief. Lois groans in response. He already knows where the conversation is headed before it even begins. Honestly, he already expected it. "No, no, don't groan," Quinlan responds. "I've never seen you pick up an Omega before. Who was that?" "I didn't pick him up. He's my boss' son." "Wait." Caleb, who'd been listening quietly the whole time, cuts in. "I thought Elliot had one child, his daughter, and I thought she was in London?" "Yeah, I don't know the full story either. But Elliot likes him a lot. I'm guessing it's because of who his mother is." "Who is she? His mother, I mean," Tee asks this time, making Lois scowl. "What is this? An interview?" He glares at his three friends one by one. They're all fourth-year engineering students. They met at orientation and somehow hit it off, forming a 'group'. There have been rumors more than once that they're in a gang just because of their similar ou
Everyone's eyes instantly snap up to him. Holy fucking shit! The driver behind him pulls back and speeds off almost immediately, leaving him completely defenseless in front of hundreds of pairs of eyes. Traitor. Thank God he decided to wear a hoodie today. He pulls the black hood over his head, his blue-tunnel jeans swishing as he takes one step forward. Then two. Okay, it's almost going well... Yes, they're staring, but they don't attempt to walk up to him. Although he can tell some of the Omegas are clearly displeased to see him stepping out of the same car as Lois. Can't they read the fucking room? Lois literally left him all alone in this massive school to fend for himself. What about that seems like anything more than it is to them? He keeps walking, head down, phone clutched tightly in his hand. He should've looked up. He really should've. "Ouch!" A female voice snaps, followed by a loud thud as someone falls to the pavement and the clatter of a clearly expensive
Julian has seen a lot of bad men before. His father's customers, and living in Enzo's world wasn't exactly all butterflies and flowers. But even then, he's never seen them look like this! Or if they did, Enzo never let him see it. Enzo never really let Julian near his work if he could help it. Almost like he didn't want Julian to see that side of him. Elliot is completely different. Despite seeing the petrified look on Julian's face, he still ushers him closer. There's literally blood on these men. Blood!! "This is my son... Julian Adams," he introduces them, his face lit up with pride. It's almost cute. Almost. If these men weren't fucking 6'3 giants with blood all over their arms and clothes. Their eyes rake over him with genuine confusion, but Elliot just smiles wider and pulls him closer. He looks really proud, meanwhile Julian is one second away from bolting. "Ezra, Miller, and Friday." He introduces them. "They work for me. In due time, you'll find out everything
Julian stands in the middle of an opulent suite of the five-star hotel in downtown Los Angeles. He still can't believe he agreed to this-- not like he really had a choice. It was either an attractive mafia lord, or getting gang raped by a group of dirty Alphas. Fuck his life. Behind him, Enz
"Finally getting rid of that useless Omega upstairs," his father snorts, clinking glasses with his guests like they were sealing a business deal. "Little shit's been a drain since his mother died. But tonight? He'll pay my debts in full." Julian's stomach drops where he's pressed against the worn o
The open-plan of his new room is pure luxury:. The bathroom itself larger than his entire childhood home. But none of it comforts him. He slips away the moment the men's footsteps fade, bare feet padding silently over heated floors. He goes through the new drawers, finding clothes and shoes in
Julian's eyes slowly open to the cool touch of latex gloves between his thighs. His wrists are restrained to the headboard of the massive bed in a luxury suite, arms stretched above his head. Soft morning light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but even the view feels like a taunt.







