LOGINAdrian ran out of the office. He found Ethan on the living room floor, curled up and trembling.
“Ethan!”
He dropped to his knees. Pulled him into his arms immediately. Ethan clung to him as if he were drowning.
“She… she came…” Ethan sobbed against his chest. “She said I’m… a freak…”
Adrian licked the open wound. He sucked. Marked deeper. The bond formed right there — an invisible rope, hot, that linked the two of them forever. Ethan felt something break inside him. A barrier. A door. And on the other side… absolute belonging.“Mine,” Adrian growled against the bleeding wound. “Mine forever.”He didn’t penetrate. Not yet. He kept his cock rubbing against the entrance, pressing without entering, while he licked the mark, sealing it with saliva and blood.Ethan cried from pleasure and relief. Body trembling. Hands clutching the sheets.“Yours… I’m yours…” he whispered, voice broken.Adrian turned him onto his back. He kissed the bleeding mark with devotion. Then his mouth. A deep kiss, sharing the taste of blood and desire.“Now you carry my mark,” he murmured against his lips. “Everyone will know. The Council. Lívia. The wh
Lívia swallowed hard. For the first time, fear showed in her green eyes.“You wouldn’t do that. I am Silverfang. Ancient bloodline. You kill me and you lose everything. Allies. Power. The entire pack.”Adrian squeezed lightly. Just enough for her to feel his claws grazing her skin.“I lose everything except him,” he said simply. “And he is worth more than all of it.”He released her. Took a step back.Lívia brought her hand to her neck, touching the light red marks his nails had left.“You’re crazy,” she whispered.“I’m awake,” Adrian corrected. “For the first time in years.”He turned his back. Walked to the balcony.Before jumping, he looked over his shoulder.“If you or anyone from the Council approaches him again… I won’t warn you. I will hunt. And I won’t stop until I end all of you
Adrian ran out of the office. He found Ethan on the living room floor, curled up and trembling.“Ethan!”He dropped to his knees. Pulled him into his arms immediately. Ethan clung to him as if he were drowning.“She… she came…” Ethan sobbed against his chest. “She said I’m… a freak…”Adrian froze. His eyes darkened to pure black.“Who came?”Ethan cried harder.“Lívia… your fiancée…”Adrian growled. An animalistic, dangerous sound that made the window glass vibrate.“She is nothing anymore. And she will never come near you again.”
Then came the sound.The doorbell.Not violent knocks like the emissary’s. A polite, almost delicate ring. Twice. Three times.Ethan frowned. Adrian was still in the office — his voice low, speaking on the phone. Ethan hesitated. He looked at the door. The intercom screen lit up with a camera feed: a tall woman with platinum blonde hair, cold green eyes like ice, wearing a tight blood-red dress that hugged her perfect body. Sharp beauty. A smile that didn’t reach her eyes.Ethan felt a shiver. He didn’t know who she was. But his instinct screamed: danger.He stood up slowly. Walked to the door. Pressed the intercom button.“Who is it?”Her voice came through, smooth and honeyed, like sweetened poison.“My name is Lívia Silverfang. Adrian Blackthorn’s fiancée. I need to speak with him. Now.”Ethan froze. His hand trembled on the button. Fiancée. Th
Ethan came just like that — fingers inside him, hand on his cock, body pressed against Adrian’s.The orgasm came deep, not violent. Long waves that ran through his entire body. His cock pulsed in Adrian’s hand, spurting hot jets against his stomach. Inner muscles clenched tightly around the fingers, pulsing in a slow, satisfied rhythm.Adrian kept moving slowly, prolonging the pleasure until Ethan whimpered from overstimulation.Then he carefully withdrew his fingers. He kissed his forehead. His mouth. His neck.Ethan, panting and wrecked, grabbed Adrian’s face with trembling hands.“Now… inside… take me… fill me… please, Adrian… I need to feel all of you…”Adrian growled. The wolf inside him howled. His cock throbbed painfully against Ethan’s thigh, thick strands of precum leaking.He positioned himself between Ethan’s legs. The thick head brush
The private elevator rose as if pulled by invisible chains. Adrian hadn’t expected this. He couldn’t breathe properly. Ethan’s call through the bond still echoed inside him — not as words, but as a physical pain, a silent scream that tore at his chest and squeezed his heart until it hurt. Each floor that passed felt like an eternity. He gripped the steel handrail so tightly that his knuckles turned white.When the doors opened directly into the penthouse, Adrian burst out running.“Ethan!”His voice came out hoarse, almost unrecognizable. He crossed the living room in long strides, ignoring the panoramic view, ignoring everything. The scent hit him first — sweet, sticky, desperate. Latent heat in total collapse. Fear. Pain. Need.He found him in the hallway.Ethan was curled up on the dark wooden floor, his small body folded in on itself, hands clutching his belly. Adrian’s black shirt — the one
Ethan was still trembling from his first orgasm, his body limp and hypersensitive, but the latent heat offered no respite. The emptiness inside him was now a physical pain, a hunger that pulsed with every contraction of his internal muscles. He gripped Adrian's shirt with both hands, nails digging
The phone vibrated once more on the nightstand, the name “Council – Urgent” flashing on the screen like a silent threat. Adrian glanced at the device, jaw clenched, black eyes still locked on Ethan. The Omega lay on his back, legs slightly parted, body glistening with sweat and remnants of last nig
The water was still warm, falling on them both, but the steam rising from the bathroom was no longer enough to mask what was happening between them. The hoarse groan of the name "Adrian" escaping Ethan's lips had been the final straw. The wolf inside Adrian no longer accepted half measures, no long
Ethan blinked slowly, still trapped in Adrian's embrace, his limp, feverish body pressed against his broad chest as if it were the only safe place in the world. The enormous black shirt Adrian had put on him smelled exactly like its owner—burnt wood, expensive leather, an impending storm. The fabri







