Semua Bab Forced To Bear The Alpha's Son: Bab 11 - Bab 20

VenaI turned toward the kitchen, my feet carrying me there on instinct as I tried to walk faster from the domineering atmosphere from the men in the sitting room. The smell hit me before I even crossed the doorway.Warm bread. Fried eggs. Something sweet and buttery.My stomach twisted.For a second, I honestly thought I was going to be sick right there on the polished floor.I pressed my hand lightly to my mouth and breathed through my nose.“Good morning,” I said quietly as I stepped inside.The kitchen was already alive.Sasha stood by the counter, tying her dark hair back with one quick motion while checking something in a pan. Elena was perched on one of the stools by the large kitchen island, kneading flour. She saw me before Sasha did.Her eyes widened as she wiped her hands on her skirt and practically ran towards me, almost knocking me off my feet.“Vena!” she whispered loudly, grabbing my arm. “Did you see him?”I blinked at her.“See who?”Sasha let out a slow sigh without

VenaI ran.I didn’t even remember choosing the direction.I only knew I had to get out.I burst through a narrow emergency door at the far side of the mall, the cold metal bar slamming against my palms as I shoved it open. An alarm chirped once behind me but no one stopped me. I stumbled into a wide service alley filled with stacked crates and rolling metal carts.Two workers were unloading boxes from the back of a delivery truck, they stared at me.But I ignored them.I ran straight past, my breath coming out in short, broken gasps, my legs burning as I reached the far end of the alley, a tall wire gate stood open.A group of workers were pushing another cart through it.I slipped between them, nearly knocking into a woman holding a clipboard.“Hey!” someone shouted, but I didn’t stop as I reached the bushes, a narrow strip of overgrown land between buildings and a low service road.The noise of the mall faded as I breathed heavily, trying to find my way out of this maze. Wondering w

Vena.I woke with a sharp, splitting pain behind my eyes.For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. Then I recognised the ceiling above me, the curtains drawn tight except for a thin line of silver moonlight cutting through the fabric. My head throbbed in slow, brutal waves. Every time I tried to move, the world tilted.I must have been out for hours.The last thing I remembered clearly was running. The bushes. The voices. The burning at my neck. Mikhail’s hands around my arm. The way the world had gone dark the moment he dragged me back toward the car.My throat felt dry. My body felt heavy, like I had been dropped back into myself instead of waking up inside it.I pushed myself up slowly.The room was quiet.As I swung my legs over the side of the bed, a dull ache rippled through my spine. I steadied myself on the mattress and waited for the dizziness to fade. Somewhere in the back of my mind, an image flashed, Mikhail standing over Elena and Sasha, his voice sharp and low, scolding t

Vena.Vaelor held me against his chest. So tight like if he loosened his arms for even a second, I would disappear.I could barely breathe. My cheek was pressed to the hard line of his suit, and my hands were trapped between our bodies. His grip wrapped around my back, one hand flat between my shoulder blades, the other locked at my waist.“You have no idea,” he whispered again and again, his voice drifting into my hair, into my skin. “No idea how long I waited for you.”My body felt frozen.Every part of me was tense and ready to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. The wall pressed into my spine. His body blocked the only space in front of me.“I almost went mad from waiting,” he murmured. “And now you are in my arms.”I swallowed.My throat burned.I didn’t understand what he meant, and I didn’t want to.“You don't know what you do to me Vena,” he went on, as if speaking to himself. “You are a rare gem and I never want to let you go.”My chest tightened.“Please let me go,” I whi

**18+ NikolaiI had learned to live with the nightmares. They had followed me since I was eight, since the first time blood had soaked into my palms. I stopped counting how many times I woke up choking on memories that did not belong to the man I was now.But the one from two nights ago was different.It felt…like those memories had belonged to someone else. Like a fragment torn out of a life I did not remember living. And I didn’t care to untangle it.That was the lie I repeated to myself as I ran on the treadmill.The gym on the second floor was a source for me to exert myself. The treadmill hummed beneath my feet, the steady rhythm pounding through my legs, my chest, my skull. Sweat ran down my back, soaked through the thin black shirt clinging to my skin.Faster.My body obeyed even when my mind refused to.All day at the office I had stared through reports and threat assessments and troop movements did not distract me enough from her. And every time the same image rose in my head