LOGINThe Donovan mansion glowed under the evening lights, its grand Italianate halls filled with the city's elite. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm golden hue over marble floors and frescoed ceilings, while a string quartet played soft classical melodies. Guests in elegant tuxedos and flowing designer gowns mingled gracefully, sipping vintage champagne and sampling refined Italian snacks. Subtle conversations hummed with power, alliances, and restrained alpha-omega tension, all beneath the quiet authority of the Donovan name. The air carried faint notes of expensive cologne, jasmine and dahlias from the gardens, and carefully controlled pheromones which Vernon felt grateful for.He leaned against his husband as they walked, digging his nails into the alpha's arm. "You promised to be gentle."Xavier's expression was calm. "I did. You were too irresistible—""That's bullshit," the omega mumbled, glaring at him. "I can walk without limping and you caused this.""It was consensual, sweetheart
The memorial service was held the Donovan garden and was a small affair, with the Donovan family members, a few acquaintances and their friends in attendance.The framed photograph of Xavier's father, Dominique Donovan was placed on a stand at the front, surrounded by dahlias and marigolds.Vernon's eyes were focused intently on the photo. Xavier's father in the coloured photograph appeared to be a distinguished, mature man in his late fifties. He has the same strong, commanding bone structure that Xavier inherited: a sharp, well-defined jawline, high cheekbones, and a straight, aristocratic nose that gives an impression of quiet authority.His eyebrows are thick and perfectly arched, much like his son's, framing eyes that are deep obsidian black — intense and piercing even in the still photo, though they lack the intensity Xavier shows in moments of anger.The omega briefly wondered if the calmness was a result of the years of discipline and control.Dominique's hair is jet-black,
Alessandra was a striking, almost intimidating beauty. Her face is delicately sculpted, with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline that contrasted her soft, full lips. Her eyes were deep and dark, slightly hooded, giving her a constant look of quiet calculation. Long lashes shadowed her gaze, while her brows are naturally defined, adding to her commanding presence. Her skin was smooth, glowing faintly like polished bronze. And her scent, Jasmine was sweet without being overwhelming. Alessandra didn't beg for the attention she got. She commanded it with grace and elegance. Still, as she sat across him from the table in this expensive restaurant, Stefan didn't feel any spark for her. Alessandra wasn't the person he wanted to see. The alpha took a bite of his steak, forcing himself to chew and keep his thoughts at bay. "Aren't you going to say anything to me?" Alessandra asked softly. "I traveled hours from Virex city just to see you." Stefan cleared his throat, meeting her gaze.
They entered an empty classroom and Mike whirled around to face him, eyes narrowed. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"Asher casually leaned on the wall, crossing his arms. "Do you always curse this much?"Mike raised a finger and poked the other's chest with it. "Why are you staring at me all the time?""It's making my friends uncomfortable!"Asher easily caught the finger in his grip, a smirk playing on his lips. "Only your friends?""You're happy that I stare at you, aren't you?"Mike swallowed, face turning red. "You're ridiculous!""I'm trying to be serious here!" He tried to pull away but the other held on."I'm also not joking, Michael." Asher leaned forward, eyes trained on his face. "You're mine, aren't you?""It's only normal to stare—""I'm not yours!" Mike yelled, pulling away. His chest heaved and he took a deep breath. "You have to stop this delusional—"Asher chuckled lowly, cutting him off. "It doesn't change facts."Mike parted his lips to retort when a sharp pain in
MVX was bustling with activities when Simon walked in on Thursday. Thankfully, the omega arrived early and for once didn't receive a glare from the receptionist.Though the other was busy, furiously typing something on his computer.Simon briefly wondered what the fuss was about and walked to the reception to ask. "Good morning, Jackson."The other barely glanced at him. "What do you want, Quinn?" he asked flatly.The omega considered telling Jackson to get rid of that stick up his ass but he smiled instead. "Is there... a reason why the place is so busy today?"He gestured at the staff moving hurriedly around. "It's a bit busier than—""The CEO and his executives are coming today," Jackson said, cutting him off. "He wants to meet all the staff.""If you'd checked your emails, you would've known all this," he added, clicking his tongue in annoyance."Asshole," Simon mumbled under his breath.The other lifted his head. "Did you say something?" The omega shook his head. "I didn't.""Th
Vernon kept his eyes on his plate, the streaming broth filling his nose with its spicy and delicious scent.The omega gingerly took a spoonful and let out a quiet sigh of content.Across the dining table, Alyssa smiled at him. "Do you like it?"Vernon nodded, looking at her. "It's delicious."She beamed at his response, eyes filled with barely contained excitement. "I'm glad you like it.""I made it myself."The omega blinked, stunned at the information. He couldn't imagine a woman of her status entering the kitchen to cook when there were maids to do the job.Alyssa understood his expression and giggled, hiding her mouth with a hand. She leaned back in her chair. "It's a recipe that's been in the family for years now."Vernon was intrigued. "Really?"She hummed. "I can teach you if you want."The omega's eyes widened at the offer. "Really?"Alyssa chuckled. "Yeah. I can—"Fabian coughed loudly, interrupting their conversation and they both kept quiet. He raised a brow, eyes stern. "D







