บททั้งหมดของ Aligned Fantasy: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The Kanzaki family was a name etched into Japan’s history with ink made of gold and blood. Revered for their immense wealth and dark web of underworld connections, the Kanzaki bloodline carried with it an ancient curse and legacy. Every heir, born into privilege, was destined to be the only child of their generation. Once married into the family, the bride or groom would bear only one offspring for life. It was not myth, it was law, and law in the Kanzaki family was enforced not by man but by power. No weakling was ever born into their ranks. Their bloodline produced only Elite Enigmas, pure, unblemished, and revered. The family chose mates from the most dominant lines. Only Elite Primes or Lunas, those rare high-ranking bloods, were considered worthy of binding into their future. Their obsession with power was evident in everything they touched. Kanzaki Rei, the next heir, stood at the center of the estate’s ancient conference hall. All six feet of him radiated quiet power. He was c

Maya hesitated just long enough to glance at Taiga, who groaned again and folded his arms, looking anywhere but at him. A quiet question from Maya slipped in. “Hope I’m not intruding.” The silence Taiga gave in response was answer enough. He didn't want Maya there. But he also didn’t know how to stop him. Not when he was already pulling out a chair, taking his seat beside Tatsuya like it was just another afternoon and not a messy confrontation stitched with old jealousy and unspoken regrets. “Oh this is about to be a weird conversation,” Taiga muttered under his breath, a silent smile curling the corner of his lips. Maya heard it. Maybe even agreed. He sat, resting one hand on the table, the other in his lap, trying to maintain composure as Tatsuya offered him a water glass like a perfect host. Taiga didn’t miss the way his brother kept glancing between them, analyzing, poking, collecting details like he was filing away the whole encounter for future blackmail material.

The sheets were drenched in sweat. Dante lay there shirtless, his black hair plastered to his forehead, the scent of his own pheromones thick in the air. His body was on fire, aching, pulsing, needing. No matter how many cold showers he took or how hard he trained, it never left him. His rut had hit harder this time. Worse still, he hadn’t been able to suppress his Enigma since that night. That goddamn night. Taiga. Dante groaned, dragging a hand down his chest, nails lightly scraping against heated skin. His abs twitched with every inhale, and his thighs clenched tight. Every fiber of his body screamed for him, for that soft, defiant voice, for those taunting lips that always held back a smirk, for the way Taiga looked the first time Dante had touched him. That night had ruined him. Dante pressed his palm flat against his lower stomach, breathing heavily as the memory returned like a wave crashing over him. Taiga, spread out on those sheets, skin flushed, the scent of Lun

Heart hammering, he shoved himself off the bed. The movement made his vision swim. His knees threatened to buckle, but he pushed forward. Pulling his robe around him, though not bothering to tie it tight, he stepped out of his room. The scent in the air was heavy, thick enough to choke on. His. And at the bottom of the stairs stood Maya. They stared at each other for a long moment. Maya’s face went tense, almost startled, his brows drawing together as the heat in the air wrapped around him like a living thing. Taiga started down the stairs. Each step felt heavier than the last, his body screaming with need, every movement a fight not to just drop to his knees and beg. The closer he got, the stronger his scent hit, and he could see the way Maya’s breathing hitched. When he reached the bottom, they were standing close but no close enough for him to feel the heat coming off him. His pupils were blown wide, his chest rising and falling fast, the robe slipping down one shoulder

Elsewhere, the air in the apartment was heavy with a different kind of tension. “It’s bad enough that you’re flirting with him, Tatsuya, but… sending him nudes?” Murasame’s voice was low, edged with something sharp. Normally calm, detached even, he had never struck anyone as the jealous type. But here he was, eyes narrowing, tone simmering. It was almost childish. Tatsuya didn’t even look up. He sat on the edge of the table, a nail file in one hand, leisurely running it across the edge of his thumb. His legs swung lazily, his posture unbothered, as if Murasame’s words were no more than background noise. “Come on now, babe. He’s an omega too. Calm down.” The way he said it was casual, dismissive, and it only made the tension in the room spike. To Tatsuya, Murasame was just another enigma, good dick, deep pockets. Unlike Taiga, he had no interest in playing house. His motto was simple: get money, get fucked, and leave. It wasn’t his fault empty-headed enigmas couldn’t take the hint