FAZER LOGINRhea POVHe can’t see the marks, can he?That was the only thing echoing in my head as the young man kept talking to me, his smile so open and friendly it almost made me uncomfortable.The dress Dorian had given me wasn’t indecent, but it was light, too thin, too soft against my skin, and it clung in all the wrong places. I felt exposed under the lounge lights, painfully aware of every passing glance. Why did he even bring me here if I was just going to stand in the corner like an ornament? Not that I dared complain.“Are you sure you’re okay?” the young man who introduced himself as John asked again, his brow furrowing in genuine concern.“I’m fine,” I replied, forcing another polite smile that didn’t reach my eyes. I just wanted to get out of here.He studied me for a second that felt like an hour, clearly unconvinced. “You’re shaking. Are you cold?”Was I?Before I could answer, he took a step closer and my heart jumped. In a panic, I instinctively moved back, but my leg hit a chai
Dorian POVA tense silence filled the room, only broken by her frantic breathing. I kept tracing my thumb over the red mark I’d left, watching her chest rise and fall.Her eyes widened, darting between my face and my hand, almost trembling as if bracing for whatever came next.Instead, I reached for the salve jar again, dipping my finger back into it—still not rushing or saying a word.The moment my fingers touched her skin, she flinched slightly, clearly expecting me to hurt her again. But when that didn’t happen, she froze, then slowly exhaled.I was careful as I traced around the bruised flesh, and seeing that, her breathing finally began to calm.“I wasn’t scared you’d hurt me,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper as she muttered something else I couldn’t catch.“Sure,” I replied without looking up.“Really,” she insisted, but the words broke off when I brushed over a more tender spot. Her body jerked and she let out a small whimper before she could stop it. “It’s j
Dorian POV Something is definitely wrong with me. I’m a man who prides himself on self-awareness, but somehow, I can’t pinpoint the exact nature of this… “Are you there…?” Damian’s voice crackled through the speaker, faintly distorted, but I barely heard him. I had completely zoned out, my attention fixed entirely on my little omega. She was limping around the dining table, clearing plates even after I’d explicitly told her not to. For someone who trembled every time I spoke, she sure knew how to disobey me. The fact that I wasn’t reacting the way I should was exactly why I knew something was wrong with me. When she bent over to pick up a fallen fork, the oversized shirt—my shirt—rode up, and my jaw clenched as her ass peeked out just enough to make my cock twitch painfully against the thin fabric of my sweats. A low growl slipped past my throat before I could stop it, my hand automatically gripping my cock straining against my waistband. She was killing me. The worst part? She
Rhea POV The former Luna was abandoned?I thought as I slowly lifted myself from the cold toilet lid. I knew the former Luna was murdered. I also knew Alpha Ragnar only started keeping multiple mistresses after her death. From what I’d heard, he might have been cruel, but he still loved his wife—so how could she have been abandoned?That word kept circling my mind as I stepped back into the bedroom, now smelling faintly of lemon and bleach. It looked spotless, like last night hadn’t happened at all. The sheets were replaced, the floor gleamed, and even the air felt too clean.I walked out into the living room and froze.Dorian sat at the dining table, still bare-chested, his wet hair slightly tousled as he scrolled through something on his phone. In front of him were multiple covered trays—steaming, expensive-looking dishes that could probably feed three people.“Join me,” he said without looking up.My eyes widened. “I’m not hungry,” I said quickly, shaking my head. My stomach twist
Rhea POV“Yes, Mom… yes, Mom, I’ll be back next week. I promise. I just had to take her place, and work’s been so hard. I can’t go back and forth every day.” I lied through my teeth, clutching the phone tight against my ear.“I’m just worried about you. You’ve never been away from him this long before,” she said softly—and she was right. I had never been away from home for more than a night, and even that had been Dorian’s fault.“I know, Mom, but there’s nothing I can do,” I sighed, cursing Dorian silently while rubbing my hand between my aching thighs. The pain seemed to get worse the more I moved, the more it hurt. It wasn’t just soreness; I could feel the pain radiating from my core—a physical reminder of how much I’d endured. And that was just one night.“What about work at the pack estate?” she asked, and my breath hitched. I hadn’t thought of a lie for that.“I… I… uhm… I asked for a leave,” I stuttered quickly, the words feeling flimsy even as they left my lips.“And they allo
Rhea POVEvery time I managed to gather a little courage to ask for help, something always interrupted me. After thinking long and hard in the shower, I had finally gathered enough courage to ask Dorian for help with Pedro.He was an Alpha—and a cruel one. It would’ve been easy for him to solve that problem for me. But maybe this was all a sign for me to just shut up.I sighed as Isa walked in, and Dorian’s attention instantly shifted to her.“Good morning, Alpha,” she greeted sweetly, dressed in an expensive-looking tracksuit that hugged her curves. Wasn’t it too early to be this dressed?At that thought, my gaze flicked to the wall clock, and a soft gasp escaped me when I saw it was already past nine. Her eyes then landed on me, and a knowing, almost pitiful smile touched her lips. She stepped further in, walking straight toward me.My brow furrowed in confusion, and I shifted back a little, even as my legs felt weak from the dull ache between my thighs.“Here,” she said suddenly, h







