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2025-12-30 19:47:00His revulsion was a physical blow. It hurt more than the fire had.
I tried to pull my hand back, but my body was still weak, buzzing with the after-effects of that incredible relief. My fingers felt heavy, clumsy.
Lorenzo didn’t just look horrified. He looked furious. At me. At himself. At whatever was happening.
“Don’t,” he snarled, the word ripped from his throat. He took a sharp step back, breaking the contact. The moment his skin left mine, the hollow emptiness and the low-grade fire rushed back in, worse than before. I gasped, curling in on myself.
“Get up,” he ordered, his voice like cracked ice. He wasn’t looking at me anymore. He was staring at the wall, his chest rising and falling too fast. “Get up off the floor. Now.”
I tried. My legs were jelly. I pushed against the door, stumbling to my feet. I was a mess—sweaty, trembling, my clothes wrinkled. He, in contrast, looked like he was made of stone, even if that stone was cracking from the inside.
“What is this?” I whispered, the words raw. “What’s happening to me?”
He finally looked at me, and the storm in his eyes was terrifying. “You’re an Enigma,” he said, the word dropping into the room like a bomb.
I stared at him blankly. “A what?”
“A myth. A legend. A genetic fluke that shouldn’t exist,” he spat out, as if the words tasted bitter. “You don’t present as Alpha, Beta, or Omega at birth. You hide. You wait. And then something… triggers you.” His gaze swept over me, full of disgust. “It seems I was the trigger.”
His scent. His touch. That’s what did it. The realization hit me, making me dizzier. My awakening… was tied to him.
“Why?” I asked, my voice small. “Why you?”
“I don’t know!” he snapped, losing his icy control for a second. He raked a hand through his hair. “And I don’t care. All I know is that an active, unstable Enigma is a walking disaster. Your scent affects every Alpha in the vicinity. It clouds judgment. It incites… baser instincts.” His eyes flickered to where I’d touched him, then away. “You cannot be near my daughter. You cannot be near anyone.”
Baser instincts. The way he’d looked at me with hunger before the horror. The way my own body had cried out for his touch. A hot wave of shame washed over me, mixing with the physical sickness. This was wrong. We were wrong.
“I didn’t ask for this,” I said, anger giving me a little strength.
“No one does,” he said, his voice flat again. He turned and walked a few steps into the room, putting more distance between us. “But it doesn’t change the facts. You’re a danger, Chase. To my family. To my command. To yourself.”
He pulled out his communication device. “Matteo. The blue room. Now. Bring the car to the south service entrance. And a sedative. The strong one.”
My blood ran cold. “A sedative? Where are you taking me?”
“Somewhere you can’t hurt anyone,” he said, not looking at me. “Somewhere they can figure out what to do with you.”
They. Like I was a rabid animal to be studied. The fear was instant, paralyzing. “No. Please. I won’t cause trouble. I’ll… I’ll leave. I’ll go back to America. Just let me go.”
He finally turned, and for a second, I thought I saw something pained in his eyes. But it was gone too fast. “It’s too late for that. You’re a loose end. Loose ends get tied up.” His voice was brutal. “You should have stayed a Beta. You should have stayed ordinary.”
The words were meant to cut, and they did. Deep. I wasn’t ordinary. I was a monster. A problem he needed to lock away in a darker cage.
Matteo arrived moments later, with another man. They didn’t speak. Matteo’s eyes were cold and assessing as he looked at me. He held a syringe.
I backed up until I hit the wall. “Don’t.”
Lorenzo nodded once. Matteo and the other man moved. I fought, but I was weak, confused. They were strong, efficient. A sharp pinch in my arm. A cold rush spread through my veins.
The world started to go fuzzy at the edges. The last thing I saw was Lorenzo’s face, watching from a few feet away. His expression was hard. Closed off. The perfect, unfeeling admiral.
But as the darkness pulled me under, I thought I heard him whisper, so quiet I almost missed it.
“Dio, perdonami.” God, forgive me.
Then, nothing.
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