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ELARA POV ************I knew the exact moment Marcus Blackwood threw his life away.I tasted it, I felt it .I was standing on the ridge above the mountain pass, the cold wind cutting through my coat and whipping my hair across my face. The forest below was black and silent until the shockwave came.It tore through the valley like a thunderclap.Violet light burst between the trees, violent and raw. The ground beneath my boots shook and the blast stole the air straight from my lungs.***********For a moment the whole forest glowed, Noah has awaken the curse.Then it faded.But the power didn’t fade with it.It hung in the air like the smell after lightning strikes, and something older. Something angry.Still, that wasn’t what made my stomach twist.It was the scent,sweat blood and desperation.The heavy stink of two bodies tangled together in the dirt while the world around them burned.I almost puked knowing what they did.My fangs slid down before I even realized

The second Kris Heather’s words hit my ears, my chest went icy. Famous. The kind of fame that doesn’t make you rich, doesn’t make you powerful—it makes you prey. My legs felt like they were stuffed with lead. I wanted to run, I wanted to scream, I wanted to turn the tables—but the Nullifier collar had other plans. Every surge of my gold energy, every instinct, every move I tried to make just fizzled into nothing.Kris didn’t waste time. He tugged me toward the penthouse door like I was a ragdoll, his bruised face twisted into a grin that made my stomach twist. “Relax, Mr. Vale,” he said, his voice rough over sandpaper. “We’re going to have a little show-and-tell handsome. I wanted to punch him, spit on him, shred his smug face into nothing, but my body laughed at me. My fists barely moved. My legs barely obeyed. I was human again, I felt weak and vulnerable.He pushed me through the door. The hall was empty—silent, sterile. The only light was from the chandeliers, The silence made

I couldn’t believe my dad was among the people who wanted me for experiments.Not just watching. He literally sat down listening to how his lust and greedy elite talked about me.He was one of them.I knelt down slowly, my knees hitting the cold floor harder than I expected, but I barely felt it. My eyes stayed glued to the screen like if I blinked, he would disappear and this whole nightmare would reset itself back to normal.But it didn’t, I missed my ceo days and just being human, nah jokes on this wasn’t a dream it’s mY reality now.Voices kept overlapping from the monitors. Calm. Polished. Controlled. Like they were discussing stocks or real estate.“What’s the extraction limit per session?”“Can the subject regenerate after blood loss?”“Is the hybrid strain stable for replication?”Subject: Noat Noah, not a son am just a subject.My stomach hurts so hard I thought I was going to throw up right there on the floor.Every word they said felt like hands on my skin, peelin

Marcus didn’t think, he couldn’t afford it, Noah his is mate and he loves him.If he thought, he would choose wrong.And tonight… choosing wrong meant losing Noah.Another shock ripped through Noah’s body. His back arched, a broken sound tearing out of his throat, raw and painful and real.That was it,he snapped.“Enough!”The word came out like a roar, shaking the room.He didn’t go for Kris, he went for Noah.Kris laughed the second he saw the shift. “Smart choice,” he muttered, almost impressed.Marcus didn’t even look at him.Didn’t care obviously.All that mattered was Noah.He crossed the distance in a speed of light and grabbed him, one hand bracing his back, the other reaching straight for the collar.The second his fingers touched it—There was pain.Noah’sThe bond slammed it straight into his chest like a punch.Marcus sucked in a sharp breath.“Hold on,” he said, voice rough, low, right against Noah’s ear. “Just hold on.”Noah barely reacted. His body was trembling, weak

************Noah shifted, his neck stiff. The iron collar was still there, a cold, heavy weight that felt like a permanent part of his skin now. Every time he breathed, he felt the faint sound of the nullifier tech, a low-frequency buzz that kept his blood feeling like lead. But when he turned his head, he wasn’t looking at the depressing wallpaper. He was looking at Marcus.Marcus hadn’t slept a wink since he came to rescue Noah . He was sitting up against the headboard, his eyes dark and heavy, watching Noah like the world might end if he looked away for a second. His black t-shirt was wrinkled, and there was a smudge of grease on face but to Noah, he looked like the only thing worth holding onto.“You’re staring,” Noah whispered, his voice still a bit scratchy from the screaming the night before.“I’m making sure you’re still breathing,” Marcus replied, his voice a low rumble that vibrated right through the mattress. He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of Noah’s skin,