FAZER LOGINMonday morning arrived with rain.It streaked down the floor-to-ceiling windows of Christopher Ashford’s private penthouse, turning the city beyond the glass into a blur of silver towers and glowing headlights. The harbor was almost invisible beneath the low clouds.Inside the medical suite, everything was too quiet.Noah stood beside the examination table, staring at the digital monitor in his hand. The numbers were wrong.Not dangerously wrong yet, but wrong enough to make his stomach tighten.Noah looked up at Christopher, his mind involuntarily slipping back weeks ago to the moment Christopher first walked into his hospital clinic.Christopher had arrived unannounced, complaining of his Omega status. Noah remembered his friend when he was an Alpha. Now, he was a pretend Alpha sitting at the helm of Ashford International undergoing a late secondary differentiation i
The clinical scent of topical analgesic gel cut sharply through the heavy, humid heat of the penthouse medical suite.Noah’s gloved fingers were meticulous as he smoothed the ointment over the swollen, flushed skin between Christopher’s thighs.Christopher’s breath hitched—a sharp, ragged sound that echoed off the cold glass walls. His broad knuckles turned white where he gripped the edges of the examination bed, his hips jerking involuntarily against the damp dark sheets. The contrast between the icy gel and the burning, hyper-sensitive skin of his newly formed secondary opening was almost agonizing."Hold still," Noah muttered, struggling to keep his tone even.Noah kept his eyes strictly on his work, but his professional composure was fraying. Beneath his gloves, he could feel the intense heat radiating from Christopher’s body. Clear, slick discharge fro
Christopher didn't hear him. He was completely lost in the agonizing pleasure, his body responding to a primal rhythm he could no longer control. His hand was a blur, the wet, rhythmic sound of skin sliding against slick skin echoing in the quiet medical room. He bucked his hips upward, searching for a deeper relief that felt frustratingly out of reach.With a harsh, choked groan, Christopher’s entire body went rigid.He came violently, broad back arching off the table as thick, white ropes of ejaculatory fluid spurted across his stomach and chest, pooling over his pale skin. His hands clamped tight around his base, milking the last pulsing spurts out as his chest heaved in heavy, ragged gasps.Silence returned to the room, broken only by Christopher’s rapid, shallow breathing.He let his hand drop to his side, his heavy penis slumping slightly against his thigh, still half-
The persistent hum of the medical suite's air filtration system was the only sound cutting through the heavy silence of the thirty-eighth floor. Outside, twilight had settled over the city, washing the high-rise glass in shades of cobalt and muted violet.Inside the private room, the atmosphere was dense, humid, and charged with an erratic biological heat that the cooling units could no longer mask.Christopher lay on the wide, padded examination bed, stripped down to his dark briefs. His broad chest rose and fell in short, shallow gasps, his pale skin glistening with a fresh sheen of feverish sweat. The dark silk sheets beneath him were rumpled and damp.Every nerve ending along his body felt raw, hyper-attuned to the slightest shift in the room. The lingering effects of the fever were no longer just a physical strain; they had twisted into a deep, agonizing ache that throbbed low in his pelvis.Sitting on the edge of the bed, Dr. Noah Vance adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses with a tr
The room grew dense with sudden tension. The other board members shifted uncomfortably in their seats, sensing the electricity surging between the two youngest, executives in the company.Cassian was intentionally pushing, testing to see if the stone CEO would show a crack.Christopher felt the pressure mounting in his chest, his blood running hot and volatile. Instead of losing his temper, Christopher forced his facial muscles into a smooth, icy smile."The transport federation signed the secondary rider at six o'clock this morning, Vice President Collins," Christopher said, his voice dropping into a razor-thin whisper that carried clearly across the quiet room. "I personally spoke with their federation president while you were still sleeping in your penthouse. The digital copy was uploaded to your department's server ten minutes before this meeting began."Cassian blinked once. A brie
By eight-forty-five, the Grand Boardroom on the thirty-eighth floor of Ashford International had transformed into an arena of silent, high-stakes corporate warfare.The room was a masterpiece of modern architectural dominance. A fifty-foot table carved from a single slab of polished black obsidian dominated the center, surrounded by twenty high-backed leather executive chairs.Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a dizzying view of the metropolis below, where fog was slowly lifting off the coastal waters.Seated around the table were fifteen senior committee members, high-ranking shareholders, and key division heads. Among them sat Fabien’s key loyalists, men in dark suits with calculating eyes, waiting for the acting CEO to make a single misstep.At the far end of the table sat Cassian Collins.At twenty-eight, Cassian looked entirely in his element. He wore a tailored d







