LOGINWow I am writing this with tears in my eyes. This book will forever be special to me and it's because of all of you who supported me even when the going got hard. This wasn't even the ending I'd planned for them when I started the book but there are so many unexpected turns this story took that had me flabbergasted and confused on how to carry on. And that tells me in some alternate universe or something, Zane and Asher were real and I hope I was able to tell their story as accurately and beautifully as possible. I will miss the comments and talking to all of you as I update. I literally don't want it to end omg 😭😭 I'm gonna miss y'all so damned much and this book. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. please vote for the books and leave your genuine reviews on the front page of the book. I loveee you all! I hope you guys will always remember THAB. Okay, let me shut up now. ps: if y'all want an epilogue. Let me know! ps2: I'm coming up with a spicier an
Six months later..... The movies were awful in their portrayal of prisons.Especially if you were someone as resources as Zane West, honestly, it wasn't that horrible.Zane sat with his hands folded, in the visiting room, handcuffs pinning his hands to the metal table. The gray fabric was extremely tight around his shoulders that seemed to have gotten even more muscular. His eyes were sunken though and there were dark circles beneath them.When the door opened, he didn’t look up right away. His heart was fucking trembling and he felt like he might die if he looked up and didn't see him.But his beautiful, perfect scent wafted into Zanes' nostrils and he felt the familiar pull low in his gut, and in his heart. The ache that had never dulled no matter how many days stacked between them. Fighting the sting in his eyes, Zane forced himself to look up, taking in a shuddering breath as his Omega, Alex Newman nearly waddled into the room.That name had been fucking hard to get used to but
Zane had learned how to wear nothing on his face.It was a skill he'd learned to master a long time ago. So when his grandfather slid the folder across the desk earlier that day, Zane had accepted it with the same blank calm he’d worn to Asher’s death announcement.But deep inside, everything had gone very, very still.And then he’d walked back to his office where he finally let himself lose his fucking shit.Williams was fucking involved with his family? No wonder he hated his guts. Zane thought hard, piecing everything together. Maybe what the king said he knew about WestCare, he must have gotten from that fucker. What he did was fucking corporate espionage... Selling WestCare's lastest discoveries to the highest bidders.Zane was going to fucking snap his neck when he saw him. But that was a later problem. Hours later, the West Tower shrank in his rearview mirror as Zane drove home on autopilot, city lights streaking past in such a beautiful way. His shoulder throbbed in time
Zane walked out of the press room with a plastic smile still carved into his face and bile sitting hot at the back of his throat.The applause followed him down the corridor and no matter how briskly he walked, he couldn’t outrun them. The cameras... the fucking hands clapping. Condolences murmured with faux solemnity. So brave. So composed. Such a loss. Those words fucking irritated him.If any of them had leaned close enough, they might have smelled the blood still clinging to him beneath the cologne.The West Tower rose above the city, it's pointy peak nearly slicing the sky. His new office sat on the penthouse floor, just two doors down from Robert’s and the view was fucking insane. It felt like he could see the entire city and he was a king looking down at the commoners on the busy streets. It still gave him a fucking whiplash that he was now at the West Tower as the fucking Vice President of the entire WestCare corps."Dr. West, I mean Vice President West," the grating voice o
Asher woke slowly, dragged upward by pain and the bitter taste of bile at the back of his throat.For a moment, nothing made sense.The ceiling above him was white and the air around him smelt like antiseptic. There was an incessant beeping noise to his left,, and his body felt...bruised. Like he’d been put through a meat grinder.And then he remembered a car had hit him. Well this wasn't his first rodeo with car accidents.However he felt worse than even when he'd had to go through those stitches.“Oh—oh, you’re awake.” A deep male voice breathed, clearly relieved.Asher’s head turned weakly toward the voice. A man stood beside the bed, hands half-raised like he didn’t know what to do with them, his face pale and tight with relief.“I--I’m so sorry,” the man blurted out. “God, I didn’t see you in time. You just stepped out and I thought I killed you.”Asher tried to speak. His throat but his throat was fucking dry, and the sound that came out barely counted as a word. “It’s… fine.
Asher woke up alone.That was the first thing that he realized. The other side of the bed was cold and for one horrible second, he thought everything that happened last night had been just a dream but his memory caught up with him soon.Zane had left before dawn, kissing Asher's forehead as he promised to be back as soon as the press conference was over.Half asleep Asher had nodded and lulled back to sleep, pretending he was fine with it.But he wasn't.He pulled the blanket tighter around himself, staring at the ceiling and counting his breaths until the tightness in his chest passed. Then he got up, pulled on one of Zane's shirts and shorts, padding into the living room.Once he sat on the couch he turned the TV on with shaking fingers, flicking through the channels until he found a news one.And there he was.BREAKING NEWS: WESTCARE HEIR, ZANE WEST, SPEAKS OUT AFTER TRAGIC DEATH OF OLDER BROTHER.Asher’s breath caught as he took in the news head line on the TV.Zane’s face fill
Zane kept his back straight and his stride confident as he left Robert's office. The heavy doors clicked shut behind him, echoing down the marble corridor. He nodded politely to the assistants who blushed back in response and his face was a perfect mask of calm control and charm. No one in the West
Zane stirred from the deepest and most perfect sleep he'd ever had since he let Asher go months ago. His body felt heavy and sated, every ache from the crash and the fight dulled by the warmth pressed against him. Fuck, he wanted to remain here forever, especially with Asher's sweet scent drifting
Zane's frown deepened, his voice dropping to a low dangerous growl. "Were you watching us? Who's the creep now?"Ethan let out a short, incredulous laugh, shaking his head without taking his eyes off the road. "No, I wasn't watching you guys. I saw the mark on Asher's neck when I carried him down e
Asher swallowed hard, his heart pounding against his ribs as he stared up at Zane. The ropes held him tight, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't get free. Frustrated, he looked into Zane's eyes only for heat to coil low in his belly at the dark heat in the blue depths."It's none of you







