Todos los capítulos de Masked Desire: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

Kaelen's POVThe library has become more than just my sanctuary with Jason. It's become my workspace, my research laboratory, the place where I'm building an academic identity that has nothing to do with being anyone's mate or anyone's son.I'm surrounded by historical texts, legal documents, sociological studies spanning five centuries. My research into omega rights history has evolved from supporting Jason's advocacy to becoming legitimate scholarly work in its own right. The patterns I'm documenting are clear and damning - omega restrictions didn't emerge from biological necessity or natural social order. They evolved systematically as political control mechanisms during specific historical periods when consolidation of power required suppressing omega influence."This is substantial work," Professor Elena Marsh says, reviewing my latest draft. She's a respected scholar in supernatural legal history, someone whose opinion actually matters in academic circles. "You've documented the

Jason's POVTwo years have passed since the conspiracy trials concluded, and sometimes I barely recognize the person I've become.I'm sitting in my office at the Lycan stronghold - my office, with my name on the door and my research filling the shelves - reviewing correspondence from omega advocacy groups across six territories. My published writings about omega experiences and rights have become required reading in progressive supernatural communities, cited in academic papers and policy debates. I'm scheduled to speak at three major conferences this year, advise on legislation in four territories, and coordinate with advocacy organizations I helped establish.I've become a recognized leader in the movement, someone other omegas look to for direction and representation. The frightened academy student who hid his identity feels like a distant memory, someone I was lifetimes ago rather than just years."You're doing that thing again," Kaelen observes from the doorway. "Looking around l

Jason's POVThe legislative chamber is packed beyond capacity, observers filling every available seat and lining the walls. Representatives from six territories, all here to debate whether omega rights protections will stand or be dismantled by the conservative coalition that's spent months organizing this assault.I'm seated at the witness table, hands folded to hide their trembling. Two years of advocacy work, countless speaking engagements and policy meetings, and I'm still nervous before major testimony. But this isn't just another hearing. This is the battle that determines whether everything we've fought for survives or gets rolled back to pre-reform restrictions.Ivan sits in the front row, his presence a steady anchor. Kaelen is beside him, surrounded by research materials and notes. Avalon is positioned with security, his intelligence work over the past weeks having revealed exactly what tactics the opposition plans to employ.My pack. Each contributing their particular stren

Kaelen's POVThe acceptance letter from the University of Supernatural Studies sits on my desk, official seal marking it as genuine offer rather than preliminary interest. Full professorship. My own research lab. Graduate students to mentor. Academic freedom to pursue the omega rights scholarship that's become my life's work.It's everything I should want. Recognition as legitimate scholar independent of my connection to Jason. Professional identity beyond being part of a famous pack. The kind of academic position that takes most scholars decades to achieve, offered to me at barely thirty years old.So why am I hesitating?"Because accepting means leaving," Avalon observes from the doorway. "Being away from the stronghold for extended periods. Missing important moments with the pack while you're teaching and researching elsewhere."He knows me too well. "The position is at the University's main campus, three territories away. I'd be gone most of the academic year, only returning for b

Avalon's POV The intelligence reports spread across my desk tell the story of conservative opposition movements I've been tracking for three years now. I've become very good at this work - identifying funding sources, mapping coordination networks, predicting tactics before they're deployed. It's what I do best, operating behind the scenes to facilitate others' public-facing advocacy. No one outside our immediate circle knows most of this work comes from me. My name doesn't appear on reports distributed to advocacy organizations. I don't present findings at strategy meetings. I provide intelligence to Ivan and Jason, who decide how to use it, and I remain invisible. This suits me perfectly. My controversial past would undermine the work if people knew Lord Ravenscrest's son was providing intelligence supporting omega rights. Better to be effective shadow operator than compromised public figure. "You've traced the funding through how many shell organizations?" Ivan asks, reviewing