LOGINThe 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 inward with a roar of splintered metal and alarms, security scrambled, weapons raised, deep down I knew it was Lucien. He moved through them like a storm fast, brutal, precise. An S-class Alpha not on Suppressants was a natural disaster. I followed in his wake, keeping low, using the chaos to slip past, my mask was gone, my hoodie was too big, I looked like a kid who didn't belong in a firefight. Good they underestimated me. "Rian!". Lucien's voice cut through the noise, he had found me in under sixty seconds, of course you had, my scent was probably a bacon to him now. "Over here!". I shouted back, grabbing his arms as he passed. "Theo's in holding, level B2 and Kael's here". Lucien's jaw clenched at the name. "I know", he said. We took the stairs two at a time, the building shook as another blew, Voss Biotech had sent his private securities, he was not playing defense anymore. Level B2 was quieter, too quiet. Holding cell lined the hall, most were empty laced with something metallic and hot. "Heat, it's starting early". I said, voice tight. Lucien's expression darkened. "Stress trigger, they did this on purpose". I slammed my shoulder into the lock, it did not budge. "Move" Lucien said. He did not punch it, he didn't need to, his hand pressed against the panel and the metal groaned, warping under pressure no human should have. The lock spark died, the door swung open. Theo was on the floor, curled around yourself, shaking, sweat plastered his hair to his forehead. His scent was overwhelming-sweet, desperate, calling. Kael was in the cell with him. Kael stood when we entered, blocking Theo with his body, his eyes were wild, not with rut but with something worse. Control fraying at the edges. "Get out, now", Kael said to Lucien,voice low and dangerous. Lucien didn't move,"You triggered his heat". "I didn't have a choice", Kael said. He was going to die in there, I stabilized him". "By locking him in a cell with you?", I snapped, "You are not helping Kael, you are making it worse". Kael's eyes flickered to me, Recognition,Guilt, then anger. "You don't understand", he said "If I leave him his heat we will kill him, if I stay I will _". He Cut himself off, he didn't need to finish. An unbonded Alpha in a room with a heat stricken omega was a time bomb. Lucien stepped forward. "Then leave I will take him". Kael laughed, short and better. "You?, you would just replace me with yourself". "At least I won't pretend it's for his own good" Lucien said coldly. That was true he would not pretend, they were about to fight I could see it in the way their shoulders squared,scent clashing in the air like lightning, one thing was for sure, Kael was jealous but why, what kind of history does these two have. "Stop", Theo whispered. Both Alpha froze. Theo pushed himself up on shaky arms, face flushed, ice glassing. "Don't..... Don't fight over me". Kael knelt immediately, voice dropping. "Theo look at me, breathe". Theo shook his head, tears slipping down his cheeks. "It hurts, make it stop". Kael looked up at me, desperate cracking his composure. "You are a Enigma , you can help". I hesitated, helping meant getting close, getting close meant scenting and scenting meant risking a bond I couldn't control. But Theo was shaking so hard, I scared he would die. "Fine, but you both should stay back without fighting". I said, looking at Lucien, he was boiling with anger. I moved past Kael, kneeling in front of Theo. He flinched when I reached for him, but didn't pull away. "Hey, it's me Rian, I am here". I said softly. His eyes focused on me for a second, relief flickered through the pain. "Cold, I am cold", he whispered. "It's the heat, I know, I am going to help, okay?, just breathe with me". I let my own scent bleed out, carefully, controlled, Enigmas pheromones were not like Alpha or Omega, they didn't Force, the calmed and soothed. Theo's breathing evened out, the tremors eased. Behind me, Lucien made a low sound in his throat, possessive and unsettled. Kael watched with a look I couldn't read. "It's working", Kael said. "Thank you ". I did not answer, I was focused on Theo, on keeping my own instincts in check. "Get him out of here, now". I said without looking back. Lucien moved first, He swept Theo into his arms like he weighed nothing, Theo didn't resist, he was too far gone. Kael followed, but stopped at the door. "Rian" he called. I did not turn. "I owe you, both of you". he said "You can pay me back by staying out of our way". I said. He didn't argue, the door closed behind him. I stayed on the floor for a long moment, head in my hands, my own heat was low, persistent, ache now. Being around to heat stricken people wasn't helping. Footsteps, Lucien was back alone, of course he would come back. "Where is Theo?", I asked. "Secure with my medic, he will be fine". He knelt in front of me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. "Are you okay?". "No, I am not", I said honestly. His hands came up, hesitating before brushing my cheek, "Do you want me to stop?". I looked at him, cold eyes, dark with need and restraint. "Don't ask me that, you know what I will say", I whispered. He did not touch him, he did not kiss me, he just stayed there breathing with me, letting his scent wrap around me like a shield. That was not what I wanted, but I could not say anything. "Then we wait, together". he said.For one second, he simply looked down. Then up. Then at me. "Oh," Lucien said. I went white. Theo froze with a spoon halfway to Aria's bottle warmer. Kael stood so fast his chair nearly tipped. Three guards appeared at the doorway as if summoned by instinct. Lucien inhaled carefully. "No one panic." I turned toward the hall and shouted, "Doctor!" I had already lifted him from the chair. "Rian, the maternity suite is upstairs, not across an active battlefield." "Doctor!" Kael moved toward the comm panel. "Medical team already alerted." Theo stood, clutching Aria. "Is this too fast? Should Aria be in the room? Should I be in the room?" Lucien pointed weakly at him. "I said don't panic." I carried Lucien toward the stairs. Lucien clutched my shoulder as a contraction began, stronger than the ones from the night before. He buried his face in my neck and breathed. I stopped halfway up the stairs. "What? What is wrong?" Lucien groaned. "If stopping on stairs becomes the p
KAEL POV The hospital doors opened before the convoy fully stopped. Medics rushed Ilyana through first. Eli followed as far as the trauma doors before two nurses stopped him. He stood there in blood-stained clothes, shaking, watching through the narrow window as doctors surrounded Ilyana. "She needs the antidote monitored," Eli said hoarsely. "It was administered in the facility, but she needs serum stabilization every four hours. Damien kept the dose intervals irregular to make withdrawal worse. There's a second vial in the case. Third one too. They have to test liver markers, neural response, cardiac rhythm—" A doctor took the black medical case from me and opened it beneath the lights. "Who administered the first dose?" "I did," Eli said. The doctor looked at the injection log, then at Ilyana through the glass. "Then it bought her time." Eli gripped the back of a plastic chair and bowed his head. Across the hall, Lucien was being wheeled toward the maternity wing un
RIAN 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
The sound followed me into sleep and dragged me out of it.Low, guttural, it was the sound an S-CLass Alpha made when control snapped and instinct took over.I sat up in bed, heart hammering, the guest room door was closed but it did not matter. His scent was bleeding through the vents, thick and a
The alley smells of wet trash and ozone. Rain started falling in thin, cold needles, plastering my hair to my forehead, I hate it how Lucien's body blocked the rain from heating me.I hated how safe is made me feel. "Let go". I said keeping my voice flat. His hand did not move, if anything his
I didn't go home. Home was the 12th floor studio with a window that didn't open and a landlord who asked too many questions, if Voss Biotech was already tracking my scent, going there was suicide. Instead I took the underground to the red petal, an illegal club no scanners, cash only if I was
The Voss gala wasn't meant for people like me. Crystal chandelier bled light over marble floors, men in tailored tuxedos and women in gowns that cost more than my rent, moved like the own the air, I hate it but hate didn't pay the rent and Voss Biotech paid triple for off the- books medic. "stay







