LOGINRIAN POV
The alarm didn't scream, it humed. I was awake before it finished its first cycle, that's what years of running does to you. Lucien was already on his feet, gun in hand, moving toward the door. Kael was outside, shouting orders I couldn't hear through the reinforced steel. "Stay with Theo," Lucien said without looking back. "If it gets bad, take the maintenance shaft. Code 7741." "Like hell i am staying," I said, grabbing my jacket. His jaw tightened. "Rian-" "No, not this time." I wasn't staying behind, not while Theo was still weak to run on his own. Lucien stared at me for a second then nodded once. "Stay behind me." The door opened into chaos. Smoke, shouting. The smell of burnt wiring and ozone. Task Force units had breached the east wing, four of them, tactical gear, rifles raised. Kael was in front of them, hands up. "Stand down!" he shouted. "These are protected assets under section 9, clause 3!" "Bullshit, Rourke," one of the agents spat. "council override, we have authorization." Lucien stepped out into the hall. His scent hit the room like a physical force even the Task Force flinched. "You are on my property," he said. "You want to die on my property?" "Lucien Voss," the lead agent called, voice shaking. "Step aside, the Enigma and the Omega are property of the state." Theo made a low sound behind me, I turned to see him pale, hands shaking. His heat hadn't fully broken, being this close to armed Alphas was pushing him towards panic. "Rian," he whispered. I moved back to his side, dropping low so he could hear me. "Breathe with me, in, out. They won't get you." Kael's eyes flickered to us for a second, his mask slipped, fear, not for himself but for Theo. "Last chance," the lead agent and said, rasing his rifle. Lucien moved first, he didn't fire, he didn't need to. He surged forward, faster than a human should have, and slammed the agent into the wall hard enough to crack plaster. The rifle clattered to the floor, the other three opened fire. Kael dropped and rolled, coming up with his own weapons, two shots and two agents down. The last one hesitated, looked at Kael, at Lucien, at me shielding Theo, then he ran. Silence fell, broken only by the sound of Theo's breathing. Kael stood slowly, lowering his weapons, his hands were shaking. "They will send more," he said. "And this time they won't hesitate." Lucien stepped over the bodies without looking down. "Then we leave now." The maintenance shaft was tight, dark and smelled like rust and mildew. Theo went in first, moving slower than I liked, I followed, keeping my hand on his ankle so I would know if he slipped. Lucien brought up the rear, covering our backs, Kael stayed above to buy us time. "Why are you doing this?" I asked Lucien again as we climbed. "Doing what?"he asked back. "Helping us, risking everything for people you don't even know, won't you regret it. His hand brushed my ankle as he moved "Because I want to help and as for regretting it, leave that part for me to handle." That wasn't the answer, but it was enough. The shaft opened into an old drainage tunnel. Cold water ran ankle-deep, echoing off the concrete. Theo nearly went under when he jumped down, I caught him, pulling him against me to keep him steady. "Thanks," he muttered, face flushed. "Don't thank me yet, we are not yet out." I said . Above us, we heard it, footsteps, voices. "They are in the shaft." One voice said. Kael's voice cut through. "Hold position, I will handle this." "Rourke, you are out of line, step aside." another voice snapped. Gunfire, one shot then silence. "Kael," Theo called, trying to move forward, I held him back "Not yet." Lucien's hand was sharp with adrenaline and something else, something protective. Footsteps again, slower this time. Kael dropped into the tunnel, landing in a crouch.His shoulder was bleeding, his expression was grim "They are not following, I made sure of that." he said. "How?" I asked, that was a stupid question to ask. He didn't answer, he just looked at Theo. "Can you walk?" Kael asked. Theo nodded, though i wasn't sure he could. Kael stepped forward and slid am arm around Theo's waist, supporting him. Theo stiffened for half a second then relaxed into the contact. I felt something twist in my chest, not jealousy but relief. Lucien's hand tightened on my shoulder for a second, then let go. We moved. LUCIEN POV The tunnel led to an old service exit three blocks from the annex, no cameras, no lights. We emerged into the night air, breathing hard. Kael let Theo go slowly, stepping back like he wasn't sure he was allowed to stay close. Theo didn't follow him, instead he turned to Rian instead. "We need to get out of this city," he said. Rian nodded. "Agreed." I pulled out my phone, "I have a transport ready, private airstrip 40 minutes out, no questions asked." Kael frowned, I saw him. " That's too obvious, they will be watching the airstrip. "Then we don't use it, we use the river route, old smuggler's path. it's slower, but it's clean." I said. Kael looked at me for a long moment, then nodded. For the first time since we met we agreed on something without arguing first and we were not in each others throats. Progress. Theo leaned against Rian, eyes closing. "Rest," Rian said softly. He didn't argue, he was out in seconds, that made my chest tight. Kael watched them, jaw tight. "I will keep watch," he said quietly. I didn't argue either, I just pulled Rian aside, out of earshot. "You are pushing yourself too hard," I said quietly. "So are you," he replied. I didn't deny it instead, I reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of his face, the gesture was careful and intimate. "If anything happens to you, I don't know what I would do," I said. He swallowed hard. "Then don't let anything happen." My eyes darkened. "I won't." He brought his face close to mine and kissed me, before I could respond, he grabbed my waist brought me close to him. "What are you doing," I whispered in his mouth. "Can you be quiet for once." we continue for some time, when we broke the kiss we where both breathing fast. Above us , the lights flickered. somewhere, the council was watching and we were running out of time.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







