LOGINZANE. I saw Sora’s knees buckle right in front of me. I lunged forward and caught him before he could hit the floor. His head dropped against my chest. He felt way too light. I glared at Mirabelle. “We’ll get back to this.” She scoffed and crossed her arms. “Save your weak omega first then we’ll talk. He can’t handle the drama. Be quick before something bad happens to him.” I didn’t waste another second on her. I scooped Sora up, one arm under his knees, the other around his back. His skin looked paler than usual. I carried him straight out to the car and barked at the driver to head to the hospital. By the time we got there the doctors took him inside fast. I paced the waiting room until one of them finally came out and told me to follow. I stood next to the bed while the doctor finished checking Sora. The doctor looked up at me. “Why have you been stressing him so hard?” I froze. “I haven’t. I made sure his work was dropped for the past week.” The doctor shook his he
SORA.Zane had his arms wrapped around me from behind, his lips pressing warm kisses along my neck. His hands slid lower, gripping my waist tighter as he pulled me back against him. I felt his erection press hard against my ass. Heat rushed through me and I tried to keep my voice steady.“Zane, behave yourself. Beauty is around.”He kissed me again, deeper this time, then stopped suddenly and pulled away. I felt a little unsatisfied, my body still buzzing from his touch.He turned me around to face him, smiling. “We’re going on a date.”I got shy right away and looked down. “I don’t think I can. I have things to do around the house and Beauty needs me—”Zane cut me off with a smirk. “The maids can handle the house. Beauty is with Mom right now, playing happily.”I tried another excuse. “But I don’t have anything nice to wear for a date.”“You look perfect in anything. Or nothing,” he said, stepping closer.My face burned. “It’s too sudden. People might stare.”“Let them stare. I want
MIRABELLE.My hand moved before I could think, imprinting itself on his cheek.“You did that, didn’t you?” Damien held his face, rubbing his cheek like it didn’t bother him at all. “Why would you do that?”“Do what?”“Don’t play dumb with me. I know you leaked the news. You found the maid and exposed us.”He didn’t even try to deny it. “Oh. That’s why you’re feisty.”I clenched my fist, ready to smack the living daylight out of him again. “Apologize.”“For what? Exposing your cunt of a mother?”“Take that back, right now?”“Never happening.”I swung at him again, but he dodged and started chuckling. “If it pisses you off that much…”“Damien, don’t you ever get exhausted from being that annoying all the time?”“Nope. It’s fun.”Martin came in, vicious and Damien turned as he sensed him but...A hard fist smashed onto his face. Damien clutched his face. His lower lips split, blood dripping from his nose as he straightened. "I take it you're pissed too."Martin's eyes met mine then to
ZANE.“Catch!” I threw the sling. He caught it. His little hands scratched the tip and he laughed. We ran to the stream in our bathing suits. The other little boy was laughing. He had blue eyes, smooth skin, his hair blowing to the wind and He turned his back, holding a toy, and the butterfly birthmark was visible on the exact same spot.I pulled down Sora's shirt to check again. It was the same type.My chest jumped. It was the same as the boy—from the orphanage. A sudden headache struck me. I pulled away from Sora and clutched my head. A loud ringing filled my ears.("Zane,") Malphaus spoke.I shook my head. “Go away,” I screamed internally, rejecting his voice. (“Zane…”)“Shut up!”("I will have you soon,") Malphaus responded.Then he went silent.I stood there, panting. Why did some thoughts and memories give Malphaus strength to speak in my head? I thought being with Sora made me stronger to push my demon down. But watching my lover sleeping peacefully, I felt scared. What
ZANE.I sat across from Corinth in the living room. I didn't want to waste time chatting. “You'll work under my care.”"Thank you, Master Zane," she said."I don't need your thanks. I need the truth. Who told you to disrupt the ceremony?"She stayed quiet."I checked your background," I said. "Your grandkids are living in total poverty. Tell me the truth, and I will get them a full scholarship."She dropped to her knees immediately. "Thank you! Thank you!""The answer, Corinth."She looked up. "It was Master Damien. He told me to do it."Surprise, surprise. Not really. He could try better. My eyes went to Corinth. An old puppet. She was desperate. I pulled out my chequebook, wrote out whatever was enough, and held it out to her. "This is more than enough to sponsor them from the start of their education to the end of university level."She reached for it. I stopped my hand mid-air.She looked confused. "Master?""Tsk. I don't know if it's worth it or should I change my mind?”Her fa
ZANE.“That bitch doesn’t deserve to live. She should be killed!” Dad yelled.Mom rose from her wheelchair with everything she had in her and slapped Dad hard across the face. “This is all your fault. You should be the one dead!”Dad looked shocked. “You hit me for some beggar? I am your husband. You should listen to me.”Mom laughed. “You’re worthless. Let me confess to you, dear husband. I know that servant. I might be old but I have no memory loss. I didn’t recognize her at first but I remember now. Corinth, isn’t it?”The woman on the floor nodded. Mom kept going. “I used to wonder where she went all these years. And you have never been one to be faithful. If anyone here is lying, it’s you and your pathetic whore!”Dad stumbled backwards.~Later in my room, I took off my cloak, then my jacket, and draped them over the chair. Sora walked closer. “You know you could have kept going with the ceremony.”I stayed quiet and started removing the jewelry. Sora came even closer. “It was a
Chapter: 11*****MIRABELLE:“Do you know what it means to be a Blaster?” my mother spoke as she circled me the way a predator circled its prey. She always had a way of making a room feel small and suffocating.I stood there like her plaything while she spoke. “It is an honour to be a part of the B
Chapter: 9*****ZANE:“Brad, I told you not to bring work to me on my off days. You know I’m allowed to rest, right?”My assistant stood in front of me, clutching the file in his hands like if I didn’t sign it, the world was going to end or something. And… Why the hell does his suit look like it’s
ZANE: I’d been ignoring Mirabelle’s calls all day. The phone had been lighting up on the nightstand like it had a personal grudge against me, buzzing every few minutes until I finally flipped it face down. I hoped it would end if I ignored it a bit longer, she would quit. I wasn’t in the mood f
Zane.I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the bruises that had just suddenly appeared across my body. I was confused. Was I still dreaming, or was this just my imagination?But the truth was none of these occurrences are random.All the bruises mirrored Beauty’s injuries exactly—every mark,







