เข้าสู่ระบบThey're cute but trouble in paradise. Hehehehehe.
> >Ilya has lived in the D’Avrion mansion for so many years. He's familiar with every fucking tile that leads in every direction, and, most importantly, he's familiar with the route of every guard. He knows when they leave their posts, when they switch shifts, and which corners of the mansion are left unguarded for a few precious minutes.And today, he's going to use that knowledge to his advantage. Ilya has no plans of getting out of here alive, and if he's going down tonight, then he's taking the Don to hell with him.He slowly closes his fists, ignoring the pain shooting through his bruised knuckles as his grip around the short blade in his hand tightens, walking down the hall that leads to the Don’s bedroom.Ilya is dressed in black from head to toe. He's even wearing a fucking wig; his hair is now a shade of green that's peeking out of his forehead and from the thick black cloth mask that covers every part of his face, except for his eyes, which also
The D’Avrion mansion is in chaos. Every soldier is on alert; half of them are trying to get the Don to safety, rushing him to the emergency unit of the mansion, while the other half is focused on finding the man in the black mask who dared to assassinate the Don. And Ilya, the Omega, is trying to escape.The moment he lands on the hard concrete ground without busting his head open, everything goes blurry for a second, and the air in his lungs feels like it has been knocked out of him, but he grits his teeth and pulls himself up. He looks around frantically for a place to hide, and that's how he ends up back inside the mansion because he can’t escape through the front gate that’s heavily guarded now. He walks down hall after hall after years of memorizing every pattern of the building. He dodges running guards, barely stopping to think about where he's going.He has no sense of direction, but he doesn't fucking care as long as he gets away or not. He turns down another hallway, his br
Two days. That’s how long Ilya stays in the basement.He can barely move a single muscle in his body when Serik finally unlocks the chains from his wrists and ankles before the Beta hooks a hand under his arm and helps him out of the dark, smelly place. Every step feels like torture; his legs are barely able to carry his weight after two days of being chained up.Now, Ilya sits on his bed shirtless, covered in deep cuts and bruises from the whips, while Serik stands behind him, carefully cleaning the wounds and wrapping a bandage around his chest. Ilya winces when the cloth touches one of the deeper cuts, but he refuses to make a sound, and the room is quiet except for Serik's movements and Ilya's heavy breathing.“I’m sorry I couldn't save you from getting punished,” Serik says behind him, a deep sorrow underneath his voice.Ilya takes the pain, but for some reason, that’s the least thing on his mind as he sharply whips his head towards Serik and bites back a wince of pain at the mov
Valen walks down the long hall that leads to the basement, where he knows Ilya is being punished, but that's when he hears the familiar sound of his name.“Valen.”In an instant, Valen comes to a stop, but he doesn't stop. He waits for the footsteps behind him to get closer, and when they're closer, he sharply turns, and the moment he does, he grabs the bastard by the front of his shirt and slams him against the wall.Alessio chuckles at Valen's expression, his alpha pheromones flaring out as a protective shield against Valen's toxic pheromones. “It's so satisfying to see you so mad. How does it feel, huh? You finally get to drop your facade. Looks like you care about Ilya after all. You should see the look on your face; it’s priceless."Valen’s grip on Alessio’s collar tightens, his blazing eyes boring into his face. “You are putting his life in danger. I thought you fucking loved him, Alessio. Is this how you treat someone you love, by throwing them into the fucking fire?"Alessio's
Ilya slowly turns his head toward Valen. The Alpha looks like he's about to explode with rage, his chest heaving heavily as his gaze pierces through his father's face.Look at me. Ilya pleads in his head, begging the Alpha to look his way, and as if sensing it, Valen finally turns his head toward him. Ilya shakes his head sluggishly, silently begging him not to escalate this any further. It's only going to make things worse than they already are.Please. No. Ilya mouths the words, his eyes pleading. For a moment, Valen's gaze softens, but there's a flash of pain in his eyes before he looks back at his father.“If I provide evidence that it wasn't his fault the warehouse was burned down, will you let him go? As I said, Ravenzo is one of my best soldiers, and I will not stand by and watch him be punished for a crime he didn't commit,” Valen forces the words out smoothly.The Don studies his son for a long moment before finally nodding; then he turns and walks back to his seat, leg cross
“Let go of me!”Ilya struggles against the guard as they haul him by both arms down the long hall that leads to the Don's quarters. Ilya can think of a million and one reasons why he's being manhandled like this, but he refuses to think about it. As long as he doesn't like an Omega, he's going to be fine, but the moment they burst through the door and he was thrown on his knees like a fucking sack, he knew this wasn't going to end well.Ilya is forced on his knees in front of the Don, who sits on the couch, arm patiently tapping on the armrest as his gaze pierces through Ilya's head. Ilya notes the guards stationed at every corner of the room before his gaze drops back on the older alpha. “Don…” the word slips past his lips with a heavy gulp. “Tell me, Ravenzo…” the Don starts, leaning his upper body forward until he's staring eye to eye with Ilya. “What happened tonight?” For a moment, Ilya's brain hits a solid rock as he tries to understand what the man was talking about until h
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







