เข้าสู่ระบบElena’s POV
The sun was too bright. It cut through the dark curtains of the penthouse like a golden knife. I opened my eyes and felt the soft, expensive silk of the pillows against my face. For a second, I forgot where I was. I felt warm and safe. Then, I felt the heavy weight of an arm across my waist. Memory hit me like a physical blow to the stomach. The gala. The wine. The scars on Alaric’s back. The way I had fallen into the arms of the man I was supposed to destroy. I looked down. Alaric was still asleep. Without the angry look on his face, he didn't look like a "Beast." He looked like a man who hadn't slept in years. His dark hair was messy, and his long eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks. He looked peaceful. But I couldn't be peaceful. Slowly, very slowly, I lifted his arm. I held my breath, waiting for him to wake up and growl at me. He didn't move. He just let out a deep, quiet sigh. I slipped out of the bed. My legs felt weak, and my head was spinning. I felt a strange wave of nausea in my stomach. It’s just stress, I told myself. You haven't eaten. You’re just nervous. I found my blue dress on the floor. It was wrinkled and smelled like him. I pulled it on, my fingers shaking as I tried to do the zipper. I didn't care about looking pretty anymore. I just needed to leave. I looked at the floor near the sofa. There it was. The silver key-card. It was sitting there, shining in the sunlight. It was the key to everything. With this card, I could go to the Thorne servers. I could find the emails that proved Alaric cheated my father. I could give my family their pride back. I picked it up. The plastic was cold. This was what I wanted, right? This was the goal. But as I looked at Alaric sleeping in the bed, I didn't feel like a winner. I felt like a thief. I felt like a traitor to my own heart. "Going somewhere?" The voice was like a whip. I froze, the card hidden in my palm. Alaric was sitting up. He wasn't moving fast, but he looked like he was ready to spring. His amber eyes were sharp and clear. He wasn't sleepy at all. He had been watching me the whole time. "You gave me your word," I said, trying to make my voice sound strong. "The night is over. You said I could have the card." Alaric stood up. He didn't care that he wasn't wearing a shirt. He walked toward me, and I had to force myself not to step back. He stopped right in front of me. He smelled like the night before—warm and dangerous. "I keep my promises, Elena," he said. He looked down at my closed hand. "The card is yours. You can take it. You can walk out that door right now." "Then let me go," I said. Alaric reached out. I thought he was going to grab the card back. Instead, he tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. His touch was so gentle it made me want to cry. "You can go," he whispered. "But you should know one thing. Once you use that card, there is no coming back. You will be my enemy again. And the Beast does not show mercy to his enemies twice." I looked at the door. I looked at him. "I have to do this, Alaric. For my father." "I know," he said. He walked to the wall and pressed his thumb against a scanner. The heavy locks on the penthouse door clicked open. "Run along, little ghost," he said. His voice was cold again. The man from last night was gone. "Go play your game. Let’s see who wins." I didn't wait. I ran. The First Symptom Elena’s POV I didn't go home. I went straight to the secret office where Jax was waiting. My stomach was still turning, and the smell of the city—the hot pavement, the trash, the cheap coffee—made me want to throw up. "You're late!" Jax shouted as I slammed the door. He was sitting in front of five computer screens. He looked messy and tired. "I lost your signal four hours ago! I thought you were dead, or worse!" I didn't say anything. I just walked to the desk and slammed the silver card down. Jax’s eyes went wide. "No way. You actually got it? How? How did you get the Beast to give up his biometric key?" "It doesn't matter," I said. I sat down in a hard plastic chair. The room felt like it was spinning. "Just use it, Jax. Get into the files. Find the proof." Jax grabbed the card and started typing. The sound of the keys was like gunfire in my ears. Click-click-click. "Okay, I'm in," Jax whispered. "Wow. This guy has layers of security. It’s like a maze in here. Wait... Elena, are you okay? You look green." "I'm fine," I snapped. But I wasn't fine. A sharp pain shot through my stomach. It wasn't like a normal cramp. It felt hot. It felt like a tiny spark of electricity was moving inside me. I stood up to go to the bathroom, but my knees gave out. I fell against the desk, knocking over a cup of pens. "Elena!" Jax jumped up and caught my shoulders. "Hey, talk to me! Did he drug you? Did he do something to you?" "No," I gasped. I gripped the edge of the table. The pain passed as quickly as it came, leaving me breathless. "He didn't drug me. I just... I haven't eaten." "You're shaking like a leaf," Jax said. He looked at me closely. "Wait. Your eyes. Elena, look at me." I looked into the small mirror on the wall. I screamed. My eyes weren't brown anymore. For a split second, a flash of bright, glowing amber moved across my pupils. It looked exactly like Alaric’s eyes. "What is happening to me?" I whispered, my voice full of terror. "I don't know," Jax said, his voice trembling. "But I’m looking at the Thorne files right now. There's a folder here labeled 'Bloodline Project.' Elena... the Thorne curse isn't just a story. It’s biological. It changes the DNA of anyone who carries the Thorne blood." I sank to the floor. I touched my stomach. The one-night stand wasn't just a mistake. It was a transformation. I wasn't just carrying a secret anymore. I was carrying his heir. And the heir was already changing me. "Jax," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. "Close the files. We have to go. We have to hide." "Hide? Why?" "Because if Alaric finds out," I said, looking at my shaking hands, "he will never let me go. He won't see me as a woman. He will see me as a container for his legacy. He will put me in a cage and never let me see the sun again." Suddenly, the computer screen turned red. A loud alarm started to blare. "SECURITY BREACH," a robotic voice said. "LOCATION TRACKED. TERMINAL 402. INITIATING RECOVERY TEAM." Jax looked at me with pure fear. "He found us, Elena. He let you take the card so he could find our hideout. He’s coming."Alaric’s POVShe was sleeping again.I stood by the window of the bedroom, watching the sun begin to rise over the skyline. Elena was curled into a ball on the bed, her breathing soft and rhythmic. The gold key was still clutched in her hand.She had stopped fighting. For now.But I knew the peace wouldn't last. The Thorne blood was active now. I could feel it pulsing through the penthouse. It was like a third person was in the room with us. A dark, hungry presence that was growing stronger every hour.I looked at my own hands. The scars were glowing faintly. The Beast was quiet because she was near, but I could feel it waiting. It knew she was the key. It knew she was the only one who could give it what it wanted—a new body. A fresh start.I had told her the truth about her father. Mostly. I hadn't told her the part where I had to kill the men who betrayed him. I hadn't told her that the "Board of Directors" were actually a group of ancient families who had been hunting the Th
Elena’s POVSuddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Mr. Thorne?" a woman's voice called out. It was sharp and professional. "The medical team is ready. We need to run the first blood panel."Alaric stood up and smoothed his hair. The vulnerable man disappeared, replaced instantly by the cold CEO. "Come in, Dr. Vance," he said.The door opened, and a woman in a white lab coat walked in, followed by two nurses carrying a mobile ultrasound machine. She looked at me with cold, calculating eyes. She didn't see a woman. She saw a laboratory."Is this the subject?" the doctor asked."This is my wife," Alaric corrected her. The word hit me like a physical punch. "And you will treat her with more respect than you treat yourself. If she loses even a single drop of blood more than necessary, I will personally see to it that you never practice medicine again.""Of course, Mr. Thorne," the doctor said, her face going pale.Alaric looked at me one last time. "I’ll be in the study. Don't f
Elena’s POVThe penthouse didn't look like a museum anymore. It looked like a cage. A very beautiful, very expensive cage made of glass and gold.Alaric didn't say a word as the elevator glided back up to the 125th floor. He held me against his chest the whole time. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, even through his damp sweater. I wanted to pull away. I wanted to scream. But my body felt like lead. The run through the rain and the shock of his words had drained everything out of me. He walked straight to the master bedroom—a room I had only seen in shadows a few hours ago—and placed me on the edge of the massive, silk-covered bed."Don't move," he commanded. It wasn't a request. It was the growl of a king.I watched him walk to a small hidden bar in the corner. He poured a glass of amber liquid and drank it in one go. His back was to me. I could see the tension in his shoulders. Even from across the room, I could hear his breathing. It was heavy, like a bellows. It w
Elena’s POV"Go! Go! Go!" Jax screamed. He didn't even stop to grab his coat. He just snatched his laptop and shoved it into his backpack.The red light on the computer screen was still flashing. It felt like a heartbeat—Alaric’s heartbeat. He was coming. I could feel it in the air. The room suddenly felt too small, too hot. That strange spark in my stomach was glowing again, like a tiny heater inside my skin.We ran out the back door of the warehouse. The air outside was cold and smelled like old rain and car exhaust. My blue silk dress was ruined. The hem was torn, and I had kicked off my high heels so I could run faster. My bare feet hit the cold, dirty pavement, but I didn't care about the pain."This way!" Jax pulled me into a dark alleyway.The city was waking up. I could hear the sounds of distant sirens and the rumble of garbage trucks. But over all that noise, I heard something else. It was a low, heavy sound.Vroom.A black SUV turned the corner at the end of the bloc
Elena’s POVThe sun was too bright. It cut through the dark curtains of the penthouse like a golden knife. I opened my eyes and felt the soft, expensive silk of the pillows against my face. For a second, I forgot where I was. I felt warm and safe.Then, I felt the heavy weight of an arm across my waist.Memory hit me like a physical blow to the stomach. The gala. The wine. The scars on Alaric’s back. The way I had fallen into the arms of the man I was supposed to destroy.I looked down. Alaric was still asleep. Without the angry look on his face, he didn't look like a "Beast." He looked like a man who hadn't slept in years. His dark hair was messy, and his long eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks. He looked peaceful.But I couldn't be peaceful.Slowly, very slowly, I lifted his arm. I held my breath, waiting for him to wake up and growl at me. He didn't move. He just let out a deep, quiet sigh.I slipped out of the bed. My legs felt weak, and my head was spinning. I felt a str
Elena’s POVThe penthouse was silent, but my head was screaming.Alaric knew who I was. The secret I had carried for ten years—my real name, my real family—was gone in a single second. I felt naked, even though I was still wearing my blue silk dress. I looked into his amber eyes. They weren't cold anymore. They were burning."Why?" I whispered. My voice shook. "If you knew I was a Sterling, why did you bring me up here? Why didn't you call the police?"Alaric stepped closer. He was so tall that I had to tilt my head back to see him. Without his shirt, he looked like a giant. The muscles in his chest were hard, and his skin was warm. He smelled like wood and expensive soap."The police are for boring criminals," Alaric said. His voice was deep and smooth, like honey. "You are not boring, Elena. You are the daughter of the man I hated the most. And yet, when you touched me in the ballroom, the pain in my head stopped. For the first time in months, I didn't feel like a monster."He







