Se connecterCHAPTER SEVEN Lucien --- Genesis Walker lied. Lucien knew it the moment she held his gaze and chose silence. Not hesitation. Not fear. Choice. Deliberate. Controlled. Precise. She had recognized the marking. And worse yet, She had expected it. --- The forest had long since gone still again, the echo of that presence-whoever had been there before him-fading into nothing. But Lucien didn’t move. His eyes remained on Genesis. On the way her posture had reset just a fraction too quickly. On the way her breathing had steadied with practiced ease. On the way she had looked at that symbol Like it belonged to her. “Walk,” he said. A command. No room for interpretation. Her gaze didn’t waver. “Back to the estate.” A pause. Then She turned. No argument. No resistance. But not submission either. Never submission. --- They walked in silence. Lucien didn’t walk beside her. He walked slightly behind. Watching. Observing. Measuring. Because that was what she had
CHAPTER SIX Genesis --- The moment the door closed behind him I knew. Something had shifted. Not in the room. Not in the air. In the story. And for the first time since stepping into Lucien Varkas’s territory I was no longer the only one in control of it. --- I didn’t go to the west wing. I didn’t return to my quarters. Instead, I walked. Calm. Measured. Unhurried. Every step placed with intention as I moved through the quieter corridors of the estate, my expression composed, my breathing steady. But inside Everything was calculating. Replaying. That word. Marking. My fingers curled slightly at my sides. There was only one kind of marking that would make Kael hesitate like that. Only one that would make Lucien’s tone shift even if just for a second. Old. Recognizable. Feared. I exhaled slowly. Carefully. Because I already knew what it was. And that meant Someone else did too. --- By the time I reached my quarters, the sun had dipped low enough to cas
CHAPTER FIVE Genesis --- Being watched was not a feeling. It was a certainty. I noticed it the moment I stepped into the west wing the following morning—the shift in the air, subtle but present. Not obvious enough for most to detect, but I wasn’t most people. I never had been. My fingers traced lightly over the spines of the files stacked neatly along the shelves, my movements slow, deliberate. Calm on the outside. Always calm. Inside I was counting. Steps. Breaths. The faint disturbances in rhythm that didn’t belong. One guard by the corridor. Another… no. Not another. One. Careful. Discreet. Lucien. A faint smile almost touched my lips before I suppressed it. So he didn’t trust me. Good. That made two of us. --- I selected a file at random and carried it to the desk, settling into the chair as if nothing had changed. As if I hadn’t already mapped out every possible vantage point in the room. Let them watch. Let them report. Everything they saw would be exac
CHAPTER FIVELucien---Selene did not speak until the door closed.The sound echoed through the room, sharp against the lingering tension Genesis Walker had left behind.Lucien didn’t turn.He remained exactly where he was, gaze fixed on the space near the desk where she had stood, as if the air itself still held her presence.It did.Faint.Subtle.Persistent.Annoying.“You’re distracted.”Selene’s voice cut through the silence, controlled but edged with something sharper beneath.Lucien said nothing.“You never dismiss me,” she continued. “Not without reason.”Still—nothing.That, more than anything, irritated her.“I saw the way you were standing with her,” Selene added, her tone tightening. “Close enough to forget yourself.”Lucien’s gaze shifted slightly.Not toward her.Toward the desk.Toward the exact point where his hand had closed around Genesis’s wrist.A memory.Brief.Unwelcome.Her pulse.Fast—for a moment.Then gone.Controlled.Like everything else about her.Interes
CHAPTER FOURGenesis---The west wing was quieter than the rest of the estate.Not empty, never empty,but controlled in a way that felt… deliberate. The kind of space reserved for order. For records. For things meant to be kept, hidden, or forgotten.Perfect.I stood at the long desk near the window, stacks of documents spread neatly before me. Land agreements. Trade records. Internal reports.Power, written in ink.And power… could be unraveled.My fingers moved slowly across the page, scanning, memorizing, filing away every detail. Names. Territories. Alliances.Weaknesses.Lucien Varkas had built an empire that looked impenetrable.But nothing was.Everything had cracks.You just had to know where to look.---“You read quickly.”The voice came from behind me.Low.Close.Too close.I didn’t startle.Didn’t flinch.Didn’t turn immediately.Because reacting meant giving something away.And I gave nothing.“I understand quickly,” I replied calmly, finishing the line I was on before
CHAPTER THREE Genesis --- The Varkas estate was quieter in the morning. Not softer—never that. Just… sharpened. Like a blade waiting to be used. I noticed it the moment I stepped onto the grounds, the air cool against my skin, carrying the faint hum of power that never truly left this place. Wolves moved through the estate with purpose—guards, servants, pack members—all of them aware of their place. All of them aware of him. I adjusted the sleeve of my blouse, smoothing out a crease that didn’t exist. Control. Always control. Genesis Walker did not fidget. She did not hesitate. She certainly did not think about the way her chest had tightened the moment Lucien Varkas had looked at her. I walked forward. --- “Stop.” The command was sharp. Female. I paused, not because I had to. Because I chose to. Slowly, I turned. She was exactly what I expected. Tall. Beautiful. Immaculate in a way that was almost aggressive. Her posture screamed authority, her gaze sharper tha







