Semua Bab The Alpha’s Secret Omega: Love Me Like A Sin (MXM): Bab 111 - Bab 120

Valen wakes up feeling like shit and his unstable pheromones are cramming every corner of the space of his penthouse bedroom. He gets out of bed with a groan, dragging his feet across the floor and running his fingers through his hair as he walks out of the bedroom barefoot. He's completely thirsty. The desperate need for a glass of cold water leads him straight down the hallway and toward the kitchen, but the sight that welcomes him makes him come to an abrupt pause.Ilya is standing at the front of his stove, dressed in Valen's clothes that seem a little too big for his body but what catches the alpha's attention more is the lavender scent cramming every space; the omega is not wearing his suppressants and scent blocker. Valen realizes. For a moment, he simply stands there, staring at the way the shirt hanging off Ilya's body is too big, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows while his messy hair falls into his eyes, wooden spoon on his hand.And his scent. Fuck. Valen grips the door

“You’re… you’re playing dirty." Ilya manages to choke out, his eyes fluttering shut as Valen’s thumb finds the sensitive tip, dragging over it with a wicked amount of pressure. “I am an heir to a syndicate; did you really expect me to play fair?” Valen chuckles, then slightly increases his pace under the water, the wet sloshing sounds resounding in the bathroom. “Now, about that date…”“Fuck you,” Ilya whimpers as his toes curl tight. “Later, definitely,” Valen promises smoothly, stroking Ilya with a pace that has the Omega gasping for air with pleasure. Valen continues. “But first, I want to hear you say yes. Tell me you’ll let me take you out on a date, Ilya. Somewhere just for us.”Ilya wants to refuse, wants to hold onto his pride and remind the arrogant bastard about the very real threats looming over their heads, but with Valen’s hand working him so perfectly, and his omega instincts screaming at him to yield to the overwhelming presence of his alpha, logic is a losing battle.

“Come on, Ilya, introduce us." Reis presses on when Ilya goes a whole minute without saying a word, rather watching his face like he’s looking at the devil himself, his hand clenching tightly at his side, while Reis smirks with a tilt of his head, having all the time in the world to waste but shame not Valen, because the alpha steps forward with a smile and his hand stretched out.“I’m Valen, Ilya’s alpha,” he says with almost a growl of possessiveness in his voice, while a cunning glint dances in his eyes as if he knows something they do not.Both Ilya and Reis are caught off guard by the alpha’s straightforwardness. Ilya whips his head to look at Valen, a look of uncertainty flashing in his eyes, while the twisted smirk on Reis’ lips stretches wider as he reaches out and shakes Valen’s hand; both alphas have a firm grip on the other’s hand.“I’m Reis. I was once Ilya’s alpha when he used to work for Ed’s gang, but who’s to say he doesn’t still work for us now?” The words leave Reis’

Ilya can feel Valen’s eyes burning through his face from where he stands among the other guards in the conference room of the D’Avrion Company building. Ilya keeps his face blank and unblinking, trying to pretend that the Alpha’s stare isn't practically prickling through his skin. The bastard isn't even trying to be subtle about it.It’s been days since the disaster on their date.While Ilya could stay back and sulk all day about being used by the one Alpha he has managed to love, only to realize he’s practically been using him too, Ilya wants to laugh at the irony of it all. He had allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, Valen actually saw him as something more than a convenient person to use. He should have known better.While part of him wants to hide away and sulk over the fact that Valen never chased after him, the other part of him knows he still has a duty to fulfill. He is a soldier of the Crimson Circle and the D’Avrion family. Obviously, their paths are bound to c

Alessio rarely tastes victory. He rarely gets to achieve anything worth celebrating, at least not until now. And the defeated look on Valen’s face when he learned he was no longer the executive director of the company was absolutely priceless. Alessio could practically have that expression framed and kept as a portrait in his bedroom just so he could wake up every morning and drink a glass of wine to it.The high-end hotel suite is quiet except for the heavy, uneven breathing coming from the wide king-sized bed as the sheets hang low on Alessio’s naked back as he pounds into the tight hole of the omega under him, whining in pleasure as Alessio hits his prostrate over and over again, but there was something wrong on Alessio’s end as he continues his merciless thrusts.He stares at the pleasured face of the omega; he is pretty, young, with soft blonde hair and smooth skin, the exact type Alessio usually liked, but no matter how hard he thrusts or how loud the boy moans under him, Alessi