LOGINThe moment Ilya enters the kitchen, he comes to an abrupt stop at the frame, followed by the echoing sound of shattering glass on the floor.“Shit!” Valen curses from where he is at the kitchen counter, with his palms pressed against it and making no attempt to pick up the piece of broken glass on the floor.What catches Ilya's attention is the way the alpha's hand trembles as he braces himself against the counter, sweat beading down his temple and biting his pale lips to calm his breathing as if he's in pain, while his unstable pheromones spread quickly around the kitchen walls.Ilya eyes the bottle of pills sitting on the counter. Without a second thought, Ilya peels off the scent blocker patch at the back of his neck, and quickly, his own Omega scent counters Valen's unstable one, causing the alpha to lift up his head to look at him. Instantly, Valen pushes his hands off the counter and hides them behind him.“Hi,” the alpha blurts out, even offering a smile as if Ilya didn't just
“You’re… you’re playing dirty." Ilya manages to choke out, his eyes fluttering shut as Valen’s thumb finds the sensitive tip, dragging over it with a wicked amount of pressure. “I am an heir to a syndicate; did you really expect me to play fair?” Valen chuckles, then slightly increases his pace under the water, the wet sloshing sounds resounding in the bathroom. “Now, about that date…”“Fuck you,” Ilya whimpers as his toes curl tight. “Later, definitely,” Valen promises smoothly, stroking Ilya with a pace that has the Omega gasping for air with pleasure. Valen continues. “But first, I want to hear you say yes. Tell me you’ll let me take you out on a date, Ilya. Somewhere just for us.”Ilya wants to refuse, wants to hold onto his pride and remind the arrogant bastard about the very real threats looming over their heads, but with Valen’s hand working him so perfectly, and his omega instincts screaming at him to yield to the overwhelming presence of his alpha, logic is a losing battle.
Ilya finds himself in the bathtub, soaked under a foam of bubbles while his back rests against Valen's front, with his feet sticking out of the tub.This is domestic for Ilya and too out of place. A few weeks ago, he despised the arrogant alpha with every fiber of his being, and now he's here, in his arms, pressed against his warm body as if there's nothing else he wants. How ironic.Ilya should hate it, but he finds himself craving more, and with his Omega pheromones and instincts finally free from all restraints, he's a little too sensitive and wants more of the alpha. He feels like an omega for the first time in a long time.“I can smell you getting excited, you know?” Valen whispers beside his ear, his deep voice sending a wave of shivers down Ilya's spine while the smell of cigarettes and pheromones envelops Ilya securely.“Shut up,” Ilya snaps, and his elbow moves as well, slamming against Valen's rib, and the alpha immediately cries out in pain. Ilya's eyes widen, and he immedi
Valen wakes up feeling like shit and his unstable pheromones are cramming every corner of the space of his penthouse bedroom. He gets out of bed with a groan, dragging his feet across the floor and running his fingers through his hair as he walks out of the bedroom barefoot. He's completely thirsty. The desperate need for a glass of cold water leads him straight down the hallway and toward the kitchen, but the sight that welcomes him makes him come to an abrupt pause.Ilya is standing at the front of his stove, dressed in Valen's clothes that seem a little too big for his body but what catches the alpha's attention more is the lavender scent cramming every space; the omega is not wearing his suppressants and scent blocker. Valen realizes. For a moment, he simply stands there, staring at the way the shirt hanging off Ilya's body is too big, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows while his messy hair falls into his eyes, wooden spoon on his hand.And his scent. Fuck. Valen grips the door
“Serik, I’m in a hurry,” Ilya informs, his posture tense.Serik scans his face. “Are you okay? You discharged yourself from the hospital without proper bed rest. You really have no regard for your life, do you?” “I’m fine, it's just standard bruises. I've had worse.” Ilya says again, a sudden urgency in his voice. He seriously doesn't have time for a conversation, but Serik refuses to see the hint and keeps blocking his path. Serik suddenly swallows hard, his eyes scanning Ilya’s face with a strange, heavy longing look that makes him instantly uncomfortable, and his brows furrow.“Ilya, can I ask you something?” Serik blurts out, his voice dropping slightly, almost like a whisper, while a look of nervousness crosses his face. “And please, just be honest with me.”“Can it wait?” The beta shakes his head. “No, it can't wait. I don't think I'll ever muster the courage of asking you again. I have to do this now, Ilya. Please let me." Ilya frowns but nods, giving the beta all the attent
Three days later, Ilya finds himself standing outside the Don's office. The summons had come without warning. Just a simple message that has all the air in his body standing because Ilya can think of all the wrong reasons why the Don would want to see him. He keeps his face completely blank as he knocks once. If the worst happens, he can always shoot himself out of there or die trying, but whatever happens, he's taking the older alpha with him to hell.“Enter,” the Don's voice calls from inside, and Ilya pushes the door open and steps into the room, his gaze instantly settling on Don Maverick sitting behind the massive desk in his office, reading through a pile of documents, and he doesn't lift his head when Ilya comes to stand in front of him."You wanted to see me, Sir?" Ilya says, forcing his face to stay blank while the Don hums in response without lifting his head, reading through the papers as if they're the only things that exist."Sit." He orders, and Ilya obeys with a little
The moment Valen pulls through the gate of the orphanage, his insides sink at the sight that welcomes him. The entire place is a wasteland; every building in the premises has been destroyed with a few ambulances parked at the front of the main building. Valen watches as the paramedics walk out of
A few minutes later, the room feels like it loses all its oxygen when Valen steps through the door, his soldiers following closely behind him.He takes in the scene with a tilt of his head, his arms shoved into his pockets. He takes in Ilya’s protective stance, Soren’s tear-stained face and a slow,
Soren doesn't know how long he and the other Omegas stayed locked up in the van, but it felt like an eternity of never-ending torture before they arrived at the unknown destination; then they were offloaded and blindfolded.And the next thing Soren knows is he's on a cold elevated stage with harsh
“No,” Theon verbalizes.“No?” Ilya repeats, a manic laugh escaping his lips, his grip on the alpha’s shirt tightening even more while his eyes turn bloodshot. “What the hell do you mean, no? You imprinted on him! You broke him! You have to fix him!”"No," he says again, and a growl rips out of Ilya







