Mag-log inIlya wakes up feeling like his insides have been torched up in flames.Slowly, his eyes flutter open, and he discovers everything is a total blur. A groan leaves his lips at the pain surging through his body. He tries to move but realizes painfully that he can’t. His breathing catches in his throat.For a few seconds, he doesn't understand why he can't move. His mind feels foggy, his thoughts scattered as he tries to remember where he is and what happened, and then the pain comes rushing back.His head throbs violently, a sharp ache spreading from the back of his skull down his neck. His entire body feels sore, as though every bone has been beaten against something hard. There is a deep burning sensation across his ribs, his arms, and his legs, and when he tries to shift his weight, something cold and heavy digs painfully into his wrists.Ilya's brows pull together, and he tries again but is met by the sound of metal scraping against the floor, echoing through the room. His eyes widen
The Don isn't the one responsible for the death of your family.Those are the only words that echo in Ilya’s head as he lies awake the rest of the night. The moment Valen left the penthouse, he got the chance to leave, and he took it immediately. He needs to know what Reis meant by those words.If the Don didn’t do it, then who did? Could it be that Ilya has spent years hating and seeking revenge on the wrong person? Can he even trust any word that comes out of Reis’ mouth?“I knew you were going to show up.” Reis smiles once Ilya shows up on the third floor of the unfinished building with a clenched jaw and determined eyes as they drill a hole through Reis’ face, and the alpha wears a smile as he pushes himself off the pillar he’s resting on and strides towards Ilya.He tilts his head, racking his face over Ilya’s body before looking up to meet his eyes. “Does your alpha know you’re here? He won’t be so happy.”“I’m not here for your bullshit, Reis. What the fuck did you mean?” Ilya
Ilya had gone back to Valen's penthouse under the rain and the moment he arrived, he ignored the alpha and went straight to the bathroom, stripping himself of his clothes and stepping under the warmth of the shower, letting the hot water run over his skin as he closed his eyes. The sound of the water falling around him fills the bathroom, but it does nothing to quiet his thoughts.He spent the entire time echoing each word Warren said to him at the cemetery.Each word, warning, and each reminder that there was still a way out if he was willing to take it.Only if it were so easy to leave everything behind and start anew but it isn't. Ilya has come too far. He has made a promise and he intends to keep that promise.His fingers curl slowly at his sides as he stands beneath the shower, his head dropping slightly. He knows what he has gotten himself into, and he knows there is no simple way out of it anymore. Whatever happens next, he has to see it through.Thirty minutes, that's how long
The sky above the cemetery is a shade of gray, threatening to break open and pour rain at any given second while the wind howls through the trees, carrying the chill of the incoming winter.Ilya stands before the familiar gravestones with a single rose. Slowly, he drops to one knee, and instantly, the damp grass soaks through the fabric of his trousers, and gently, he brushes off the collection of dead leaves from the carved names of his mother, father, and two sisters.Instantly, Ilya is overwhelmed with a suffocating weight of grief, a pain he has carried on his own for many years. He's too familiar with it, yet it tightens around his throat like a vine."I'm sorry it took me so long to visit," he whispers, his voice raw, stripped of the tough persona he wears for the rest of the world. Here, he's allowed to be vulnerable and seen.He stares at the worn stone, and the memories return."I haven't forgotten," he continues, his voice dropping into a vow. Slowly, he reaches out to trace
The maître d’ pulls out the velvet chair, and Valen takes his seat with a completely unapologetic expression. Well, you see, he’s exactly forty-five minutes late to the dinner date.Sitting across the table is Warren, his so-called Omega fiancée.Valen tilts his head as he notices the changed demeanor in the Omega; he recalled seeing a terrified, trembling little thing on their first meeting, keeping his eyes on the floor and stuttering through every sentence, but tonight, however, the act is gone. Warren is calmly sipping a glass of expensive red wine, his posture completely relaxed, like this is just another business meeting that he can wait to get over and done with.An amused smile crosses Valen's lips as he licks up his own glass of wine and takes a sip. It's the first time someone has been this nonchalant around him, and he's almost intrigued."Traffic?" Warren asks, his tone entirely casual."Something like that," Valen replies dryly, and then Warren reaches over the waiter fo
The night is cold against Rue's skin, but she barely feels it as she speeds down the corner, panting heavily. Her heart is almost beating out of her chest, pounding as if she's being chased by the devil himself... or maybe she is. Because the one behind her is a monster.She keeps running, looking over her shoulder until she collapses against the wall of a dark alley. She doesn't dare waste another second, but the moment she tries to run again, all she hears is a sharp whistling sound before a blade flies across the air and hits her square in the shoulder, sending her violently back against the wall.She cries out in pain, but before she can even catch her breath, a suffocating wave of pheromones hits her with full force, and, in a wink, a hand grips her neck, and her back is brutally slammed against the brick, completely choking the air out of her lungs."Keep running. I dare you," Theon growls, his face mere inches away from hers while his gaze blazes with rage.Rue chokes, her hand
Three days later, Ilya returns to work at the D’Avorin mansion wearing a black turtle neck tucked into a pair of pants but with a new mission in mind. The new plan is simple; get Valen D’Avorin out of his way and break free from this cursed bond. His jaw clenches as he walks down the long hall, i
Ilya wakes up mindlessly. He scratches the back of his head as he drags himself off the bed and aimlessly finds the door to the bathroom, ignoring the ache between his thighs and lower back. The bathroom light is too bright and the smell of whiskey and cedarwood mixed with his own caramel scent sw
Ilya has learned early that revenge works best when it looks like loyalty, no one expects it coming, it's easier when you wear the same uniform as your enemies and sleep under their roof.Oh, how much Ilya hates them; the D’Avorin family. Every single one of them makes his blood boil, makes him wan
People say lust fades, but his didn’t; it dragged him right back into the alpha’s bed like he could never escape, because pride disappears fast when the alpha’s tongue is that good.For Ilya, it all began with one mistake, which led to another...so, let’s rewind to the start.Ilya stares unblinking







