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CRACKS IN THE ARMOR

ผู้เขียน: KIRTI
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-12-17 12:57:49

Kieran woke up exhausted despite having slept seven hours, which should have been more than enough. His body felt heavy, like someone had filled his bones with lead overnight. He lay there for a moment, staring at the unfamiliar hotel ceiling, trying to remember what day it was. Thursday. Day four of this business trip. Three more days to go.

He forced himself to sit up, and immediately regretted it. His stomach rolled unpleasantly, a wave of nausea washing over him that made him close his eyes and breathe slowly through his nose.

*Hotel food,* he thought grimly. *Should've known better than to eat that salmon last night.*

The feeling passed after a minute, and Kieran stood carefully, making his way to the bathroom. The mirror reflected someone he barely recognized dark circles under his green eyes, his face looking thinner and more gaunt than it had a week ago. He looked like shit.

*I need to eat better,* Kieran told himself firmly, splashing cold water on his face. *I've been skipp
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  • The S-Tier's Omega Bodyguard    Escape

    Kieran woke up disoriented, sunlight streaming through the hotel curtains in a way that meant it was way too late. He grabbed his phone. 10 AM. He'd slept for fourteen hours straight.That never happened. Ever.His body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. Every muscle ached. His head pounded with a dull, persistent throb. And his stomach—He barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up. Again.Sixth morning in a row.Kieran knelt on the cold tile floor, sweating and shaking, waiting for the nausea to pass. When it finally did, he just stayed there for a minute, staring at nothing.*What the hell is wrong with me?*His phone buzzed from the bedroom. Multiple texts. He dragged himself up and checked.Ryan: *Heard you're back. You good, man?*And one from Maya: *Haven't heard from you in weeks! Miss you. Coffee this weekend?*Kieran stared at Maya's message. His baby sister. Twenty-one years old, in her third year of med school, the only family he had left. The only person in hi

  • The S-Tier's Omega Bodyguard    COLLAPSE

    Kieran woke up feeling like someone had beaten him with a baseball bat while he slept. Every muscle in his body ached. His head pounded. His stomach churned with that now-familiar nausea that hit him every goddamn morning.He barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up. Again.This was the third morning in a row. His body heaving until there was nothing left but bile, leaving him shaking and sweating on the cold tile floor.*This isn't normal,* a small voice in the back of his mind whispered. *Something is really wrong.*But Kieran shoved that thought down like he'd been doing for days. It was stressful. It was the bond. It was not eating enough. It was anything except what he refused to consider.His phone buzzed from the nightstand. Elliot's text: **The car leaves in 15 minutes. Final day.**Right. Last day of this hell trip. Then they'd fly home, and Kieran could finally... what? Keep pretending everything was fine? Keep working for an alpha who looked at him like he was disp

  • The S-Tier's Omega Bodyguard    Offer

    During a brief break between meetings, a man in an expensive suit approached Kieran directly. Mid-fifties, confident bearing, alpha by his scent. Kieran recognized him from the guest list CEO of a major tech corporation."Kieran Hunt," the man said with a practiced smile. "I've heard impressive things about your work."Kieran inclined his head politely. "Thank you, sir.""I'm looking for someone to head my personal security team. Top-tier position, excellent compensation, full benefits package." The CEO pulled out a business card. "I'd love to discuss it with you when you have time."It was a good offer. Kieran could tell just from the way the man presented it serious, professional, clearly willing to pay well. Under normal circumstances, it would be tempting.But Kieran was carrying secrets that made any job change impossible."I appreciate the offer," Kieran said carefully, "but I'm currently under contract with Mr. Sinclair.""Of course, of course." The CEO pressed the card into Ki

  • The S-Tier's Omega Bodyguard    CRACKS IN THE ARMOR

    Kieran woke up exhausted despite having slept seven hours, which should have been more than enough. His body felt heavy, like someone had filled his bones with lead overnight. He lay there for a moment, staring at the unfamiliar hotel ceiling, trying to remember what day it was. Thursday. Day four of this business trip. Three more days to go.He forced himself to sit up, and immediately regretted it. His stomach rolled unpleasantly, a wave of nausea washing over him that made him close his eyes and breathe slowly through his nose. *Hotel food,* he thought grimly. *Should've known better than to eat that salmon last night.*The feeling passed after a minute, and Kieran stood carefully, making his way to the bathroom. The mirror reflected someone he barely recognized dark circles under his green eyes, his face looking thinner and more gaunt than it had a week ago. He looked like shit.*I need to eat better,* Kieran told himself firmly, splashing cold water on his face. *I've been skipp

  • The S-Tier's Omega Bodyguard    TWO KINGS IN ONE ROOM

    The city welcomed Elliot Sinclair the way it welcomed power silently, instinctively, without resistance.The hotel hosting the summit rose like a polished monument of glassl, guarded by private security teams who straightened the moment Elliot stepped out of the car. Cameras flashed. Names were murmured. Heads turned.He moved through it all with effortless calm, his presence commanding space without needing to claim it.Beside him walked Kieran Hunt.Not a step behind. Not ahead. Exactly where he needed to be.His gaze swept the entrance, sharp and controlled, taking in exits, faces, movement patterns. His posture was relaxed but ready, his expression unreadable. People noticed him not because he demanded attention, but because something about him made them feel safer and slightly unsettled.Security staff recognized him immediately.“That’s Hunt,” someone murmured under their breath.“The one from Sinclair’s detail?”“Yeah. That’s him.”The whispers followed them inside.The main ha

  • The S-Tier's Omega Bodyguard    Loss of Control

    Elliot Sinclair liked silence.Not the empty kind, but the control existed because everything was exactly where he wanted it to be. His penthouse was quiet that morning, the city far below reduced to distant movement and muted sound. No chaos. No interruptions. No weakness.And yet, the memory wouldn’t leave him.The panic room.The heat,the moment his control had snapped.Elliot stood by the glass wall, fingers tightening slowly around the crystal tumbler in his hand. The liquor inside barely moved. He hadn’t drunk from it. He didn’t need to.He remembered Kieran’s scent too clearly. Too vividly. The way it had crawled under his skin, bypassed logic, stripped him down to something feral and stupid. The way his body had responded before his mind could stop it.Disgust twisted in his chest.He had lost control.Not because he wanted to.Because an omega had been there shaking, open, responsive in a way that had triggered instincts Elliot had spent his entire life mastering.Weakness.Tha

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