LOGINRIAN POVThe shot struck Damien in the center of the chest. Damien staggered backward. His eyes widened, more offended than afraid, as if death itself had no authorization to touch him. The remote fell from his hand and clattered against the floor. His pistol slipped from Eli's grip and landed near the broken desk. I kicked it away before anyone else could move. Damien tried to speak. No words came. He just stared at Eli with disbelief. He couldn't understand why something he controlled would choose someone else.Then he collapsed onto the black floor and did not move again.Silence.Then the building seemed to exhale around us. The alarms still wailed. Gunfire still echoed faintly in distant corridors. Smoke still curled at the shattered doorway. But Damien Voss was dead. Finally. Lucien made a sound halfway between a sob and a gasp. I turned to him. The relief that tore through the bond was so violent it became pain. Lucien buried his face against my chest, tre
RIAN POVThe gun came out fast. Aimed at me. The room snapped into motion. Kael fired, but Damien jerked sideways at the same instant, the shot striking the black desk in a burst of splinters and sparks. Damien's pistol flashed. A white blur crossed the doorway.Ilyana.Somehow free from the monitor room, she threw herself between Damien's gun and me before anyone could stop her. The shot cracked through the office. Ilyana cried out. Blood sprayed across her pale hand. She staggered, clutching her wrist, the bullet tore through the flesh of her palm instead of my chest. The force spun her sideways, and she dropped hard to one knee on the floor. For one suspended heartbeat, no one breathed. Then Lucien screamed. "Ilyana!" He tore away from me. I caught him, but Lucien was already moving, propelled by panic, pain, and the impossible stubbornness that had kept him alive through every trap. He gripped the edge of the chair he had been tied to moments before, then pushed onward
RIAN POVKael went still. The name passed through him like a bullet. Damien's voice went quiet. "Careful." I did not stop. "Elio D. 16 years old. Your first son. Weak lungs. Unstable scent receptors. Inconsistent pheromone development. A child treated as failed material because his body did not satisfy Black Crown's expectations." Eli stared at Damien in horror. Damien's mouth curled. "Sentiment ruins accuracy." "Elio died in the north facility during an illegal stress trial," I said. "Not an accident." Kael's breathing changed. For years, guilt had lived inside him like shrapnel. A dead boy. A falsified security failure. A whispered accusation never fully proven, never fully erased. My next words opened it. "Damien, you killed your first son and framed Kael for it." Kael's eyes shifted slowly to Damien. The rifle remained raised, but something behind it fractured. "No, how can Elio be his son." Kael said. My voice was merciless. "Access logs altered. Internal cameras
RIAN POVThe monitor bled cold light across the black office.On the screen, Eli knelt on a concrete floor with his hands bound behind his back, blood drying at the corner of his mouth. His coat was torn, one shoulder sagging. He looked smaller than he ever had at the estate, stripped of sarcasm, stripped of his careless cruelty, left with only the consequences of every bargain he had made.Beside him stood Ilyana.A guard held her by the arm while another pressed a gun to the back of her head. Her white dress made her look ghostlike beneath the harsh overhead lights. Trapped in yet another room built by Damien's will.Lucien's breath caught against my chest.I felt the fear through the bond before the sound reached me. It tore through the labor pain, sharp and bright. Lucien's body was already shaking from the last contraction, one arm gripping my vest with white-knuckled force.Damien stood near the black desk, one hand wrapped around the slim remote, expression bright with satisfac
RIAN POVHe looked untouched by the war consuming his facility. No blood on him. No fear in his scent, though blockers flattened most of it into cold, expensive emptiness. His smile carried elegant amusement, but his eyes were fixed on me holding Lucien in the center of the destroyed office. "Rian, Rian," Damien said, clapping slowly again. "You think you can just walk in and take my property?" The room detonated. My pheromones exploded outward, pure Enigma rage, violent enough to turn the air heavy. The shattered door rattled against the floor. A guard somewhere beyond the hallway cursed and stumbled back. Even Kael's stance shifted under the pressure. Lucien whimpered once against my chest. My arm tightened around him, shielding as much as holding, but the rage did not vanish. It concentrated, a storm forced through the eye of a needle, every killing impulse aimed at Damien. "He is my MATE," I snarled, voice nearly unrecognizable, "not your property!" Damien's smile widened.
RIAN POV The corridor to the black office was sealed behind three layers of steel, two dead guards, and enough scent blockers to make the air taste like chemicals. The bond dragged me forward with brutal certainty, a burning thread buried beneath concrete and sterilized air. Lucien was close. Too close for distance to soften the pain bleeding through the bond. Every contraction struck me in echoes: pressure, fear, exhaustion, the desperate protective instinct wrapped around our child. Ahead, the final door stood matte and seamless, almost invisible in the black wall. No handle. No visible hinges. A discreet red light blinked beside the access panel. Kael motioned two Task Force operators forward. "Breach." One knelt immediately, pressing a charge along the frame. Another set a disruption spike against the lock. Gunfire echoed behind us where the rest of the unit held the lower corridor against Black Crown security. Every second dragged blood from the rescue. I stood before the d
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The facility was silent as a tomb.Concrete walls, no windows, air that tasted like disinfectant an old fear. I had been in places like this before. They all smelled the same when you stripped away the bleach. Earlier Kael had come and he took Theo away to another room.The front doors blew inwar
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