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Ilya lies awake on his bed, a feeling of restlessness tugging at his nerves while there’s a slight but never-ending throb at the mate mark on his neck. He doesn’t need to be a genius to know that the bond is seeking Valen’s presence. Ilya scoffs and turns on his side. Ilya has buried his omega instinct through suppressants for years; he has forgotten what it feels like to be and act like an omega.The room is silent and dark. All he hears and feels is his own body and the slight burning ache that’s deep in his bones. He clenches his fists, nails digging into his palms, trying to ground himself. He has to get through the night. He has gone through far worse.Slowly, Ilya shuts his eyes to sleep, but that’s when he hears the sound of the doorbell. In an instant, his eyes snap open, and he sits up. Ilya’s eyes go to the clock on the wall and he realizes it’s past midnight. His brows knit together, irritation flashing across his face. Who the hell would be here at this hour?With a clen

Ilya can't count the number of times he feels like wrapping his hands around the alpha's neck and strangling every bit of life out of him but each time, he stops himself; instead, he looks out the window of the following car and prays it gets to its destination faster. "Aren't you going to ask why I killed Mr. Vikar?” Valen asks, sitting beside him on the passenger's seat, a cigar trapped between his lips as he struggles with the lighter that refuses to comply.Ilya scoffs, still looking out the window. “You said you were bored."“Not exactly."Ilya finally looks at the alpha with a sharp look that can pierce through anything. “So you fucking killed him out of pleasure after sending me to my death? You have a weird sense of humor,” he mocks yet the disbelief in his voice is evident. He can't believe he fought that massive bastard for nothing.Valen finally lights up the cigarette after a hundred tries and exhales smoke into the air and some on Ilya's face. Smirking when the other man

Ilya hates loud places, and most importantly, he hates crammed spaces, especially clubs, where the mix of aroused pheromones and sweat floods.He grimaces in annoyance and disgust. The club’s lights move to the beat of the music, red and blue washing over everything like fire and ice. Ilya pushed through the crowd, scanning the floor until his eyes found Soren dancing on the pole at the center of the crowded club with other strippers.Soren is a stripper.Soren moves as if he belongs on stage, his body swaying to the music, fluid and practiced, every movement drawing attention without even trying. Ilya draws closer, watching with a smile as the lights catch on his skin, making it glow, while the crowd below him watches with hungry eyes, but suddenly, the fond look on Ilya’s face drops when an alpha customer’s hands find their way over his leg. Soren’s face twisted in discomfort, his small hands pushing weakly against the alpha’s chest.“Hey!” Ilya shouts, stepping forward, pushing th

Ilya arrives at the scene of code red with other soldiers. It was a full warehouse robbery, with not even a single package of supplies left forgotten.Ilya walks over to Serik, who limps out of the warehouse with blood trickling down his temple, being among the Betas who were guarding the place.“What the hell happened?” Ilya inquires, immediately throwing an arm over Serik’s shoulder to support him.“It was the Iron Claw Syndicate. They came from nowhere. They took everything and killed a few Betas.”Ilya’s jaw tightens at Serik’s words. His grip around the Beta’s shoulder firms as he steadies him, eyes sweeping over the scene.The warehouse is a mess, with crates shattered, wood splintered across the ground, and empty pallets lying overturned; metal shelves are bent like they were hit with brute force, while the air lingers with the sharp smell of gunpowder mixing with blood and dust.“How many?” he asks.Serik winces as he shifts his weight. “Six… maybe more. Some are still being c

The moment Ilya returns to his bedroom in the mansion, every muscle in his body feels like it’s been stretched and shredded. He can’t help but groan at the memory of giving Valen a blowjob. He shivers despite himself, realizing he wouldn’t be able to walk properly if they’d actually had sex. Valen’s size alone was enough to wreck him. He quickly shakes the thought from his mind, forcing it down like a snake he doesn’t want near him.With a limp, he yanks open his wardrobe and takes out the box of omega suppressant. With shaky hands, he grabs a syringe, and, without hesitation, he injects it into his left wrist. Its effect is almost instant, keeping his omega buried and his instincts under lock, stopping the leak of his sweet omega scent.Ilya sighs in relief, but he doesn’t sit for a moment as he quickly gets rid of the smell of omega by spraying a scent blocker in the room and then hides his suppressants back where they’re kept hidden. Then he goes to the bathroom, strips off his cl