Semua Bab The Dominant Alpha's Perfect Obsession with his Janitor: Bab 41 - Bab 50

My nails immediately try to grip the metallic surroundings, but the dust acts as a lubricant, allowing me to slide with ease as the man tugs me towards him.I twist my body, accidentally flashing my genitals to the poor man gripping my ankles; he winces at the sight of my nudity.“Blame your perverted boss; I! wasn’t! Given! Any! Boxers!”I kick my heel against his face as I stress each word until a sickening crunch sound echoes and blood spatters from his nose.A pained howl escapes his lips as his grip leaves my ankle to cover his nose instead, as if he were trying to rearrange the bone present.Without wasting a second, I pull my weight forward, ignoring the burn of my protesting muscles—I want to return to bed, too!To my delight, the end of the vent doesn’t have a cover, so sliding out is a breeze."Stop him!"The desperate voices echo as I tumble forward, using my arms to cushion the fall.The cool night breeze washes over me, and the warm sweat trickling down my skin instantly t

Three days had passed, and Niklaus was seated at the desk they added in Lucien’s hospital room.Fittingly, it had become his new office.The sound of the machines around Lucien had lessened. He now breathed independently, and the doctor marvelled at how fast he was healing.Just the thought that he would soon wake up made a smile touch his lips, even though the document he was reading showed proof of the bastards in his office embezzling from him.The door creaked open, interrupting his thoughts, and the last person he expected slid through the open door.Stephen—his stepfather, although given his role in the bedroom, it was more fitting to call him his stepmother.Niklaus’s eyes scanned the designer loafers that invaded his space with ease. Without looking up at the man who wore his orchid pheromones like perfume, he spoke.“It’s almost as if you have nine lives.”“You can't blame me for being concerned when my only stepson misses the third family dinner in a row. I must say, though…

A warm spoon hovers near my mouth. My eyes watch the steam from the food curl lazily upward and thin out into nothingness.The food itself doesn’t look appealing, but the server…Shit…when did Niklaus get this attractive? The last time I saw him, his features weren’t this sharp. Even the mark on his cheek makes him look dangerously sexy rather than hideously scarred. The sharp contrast of his eyes gave him an almost mystical look. Worse of all…he looks more manly, whereas I…What the hell happened to my muscles?The more I delve into that train of thought, the more my eyes linger on the Niklaus standing before me. Suddenly, sharp golden eyes, the vision of sweat dripping down his cheek, and arms so strong that they could pin down a grown beta flash in my mind.Fuck, am I crazy?Regardless of anything, I like women.“Open.”Niklaus says, finally tired of holding up the spoon for me. "I can feed myself, you know. It’s my ribs that are broken, not my arms."I grumble, yet still, my mou

The smell of fried chicken lingered in the air annoyingly as Niklaus balanced the takeout bag in his hand.He shifted it from one hand to the other, not because it was heavy but because it was oily, and he didn’t like it.He couldn’t understand why Lucien had such…greasy taste in favourites, but he didn’t fight it either.Niklaus’s phone, which had been on fire since the spread of the fake news of their engagement, buzzed again, causing him to stop before Lucien’s room.After taking a deep breath, he reached for his phone in his pocket and contrary to his fears, his fingers were not oily as he clicked the phone screen to life.[I will arrange a press conference; this engagement story is a sick joke, Niklaus] -Father.[Have you gone crazy?] -Stepbitch.As the number of unread messages increased to one hundred and fifty-seven, Niklaus turned off his phone and focused on Lucien on the other side of the door.By now, with his sleuth personality, Niklaus anticipated that Lucien would be pi

NiklausThe abandoned building reeked of mildew, and despite the lack of glass on the open windows to block the outside air, the atmosphere still held a certain staleness. The early morning sun streamed in warmly, but the cold was too sharp even for the rising sun to chase away.Niklaus shifted his long legs on the chair opposite Maya, who was bound in ropes.It was the third day of her kidnapping, but her cheeks still looked full and plump; the only evidence that she harboured a sign of resistance was her busted lip, which looked both healed and fresh based on the clotted skin and yet still, somehow, it had fresh blood glittering on the scarred surface as though she had picked it apart just a few hours ago."I said it once, and I will say it again: I don’t want your money, Nikky."That name again…It was the second time hearing it this week. He hated it coming from her lips, but today was a good day; Lucien was being discharged, so he didn’t want anything to sully his mood."You haven