All Chapters of Choices And Desires- 5 Age-Gap MM Forbidden Romances: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Ebu, you're gripping that seat like you're trying to crush the moon itself. Relax before you accidentally shift and tear the upholstery.""It’s not the height, Ifu. It’s the confinement. Being trapped in this transport while the Northern winds howl outside... it makes my wolf claw at my ribs.""Then let him claw. Or better yet, give him something else to focus on.""Is that your solution for everything? Distraction?""Only when the distraction is as captivating as you. Your scent is spiking—it’s sharp, like ozone before a storm. You’re terrified.""I am not terrified. I am... hyper-aware.""Of what? The altitude? Or the fact that I haven't moved my hand from your wrist yet?""Both. Mostly you. Who are you really, Ifu Okoye? A Dominion wolf doesn't just sit in the common cabin of a Great Beast transport by accident.""I told you, I have interests in Valemont. And as for my 'occupation'... let's just say I ensure that things stay in their rightful place. I’m a shepherd for those who ha

"The transport has docked at Ravenfall International, Ebu. Wake up. Your wolf is sluggish.""I’m awake, Ifu. I was just... lost for a moment. Where did you go? The seat next to me was cold when the engines cut.""I had to check in with the Northern Dominion guards. Protocol. You look flushed. Is the change in altitude hitting your blood?""Maybe. Or maybe it’s the fact that I just let a stranger knot me in a mid-air transition chamber. My head is spinning.""It wasn't a dream, Little Wolf. I can still smell myself on your skin from across the aisle. But don't look for a permanent bond just yet. Valemont is a city of illusions.""You're leaving? Just like that? No contact, no pack-link?""For now. You have ghosts to hunt in the Valemont Blood Archives. I have territory to secure. If the moon wills it, our paths will cross at Shadowfang Manor. Until then, keep your scent masked. There are scavengers in this city who would kill for a taste of an Adeyemi."The hum of the Great Beast’s arc

"Ebu, you're staring at the monolith like it's a pyre waiting for a spark. You’re an Adeyemi; you’ve survived the Northern winter. You can survive a desk job.""It’s not the job, Helena. It’s the scent. The entire tower smells like the Okoye family. It’s suffocating.""Then don't breathe it in. Breathe in your goal. You want the Archives unlocked? You want the truth about the toxin? Then get inside and keep your eyes open. Ifu doesn't know you’re hunting him yet.""And if he does? If the 'invitation' was just a way to keep his enemies within reaching distance?""Then you make sure he never gets close enough to see the pup in your belly. Go. Be the wolf he thinks you are."The Okoye Moon Dominion Tower was a structure of obsidian and cold, white light. It didn't just pierce the sky; it seemed to drain the warmth from the air around it. I stood on the curb, the heavy, biting wind of the Northern reaches whipping through my coat.I was Ebu Adeyemi, not Ebu Whitlock. I had to remember tha

"Ifu, the ledger is in the palm of my hand. Are you going to tell me what’s behind the veil, or do I have to keep guessing?""You’re impatient, Ebu. That’s a trait that usually gets a wolf killed in the Northern Dominion. Patience is a predator's greatest asset.""I’m not in the North. I’m in your office, and I have a headache that feels like a pack of rogue wolves clawing at my temples. Stop the cryptic Alpha posturing and speak plainly.""My quarters. Midnight. That’s where the real ledgers are kept—the ones that aren't on the company network. If you want the truth about what happened to the Adeyemi line, you’ll be there. If you want to keep playing the role of the curious researcher, stay in your flat.""You’re setting a trap.""I’m setting a dinner table, Ebu. Whether you choose to eat is entirely up to you."The day is a blur of high-stakes scrutiny. I spend hours in my office, the glass walls feeling more like a cage as I tear through the discrepancies I’d found earlier. Bradle

"Ebu, stop fidgeting. The Council floor is not the place for nerves, and if you keep tapping your foot like a restless cub, they’ll scent your apprehension from across the hall.""It’s not nerves, Ifu. It’s the atmosphere. Does this entire dominion always feel like a tomb waiting to be opened?""The Blood Archives have been sealed for a reason. Do not mistake silence for an absence of life. Stay close, keep your eyes on the floor, and for the love of the moon, do not let your scent betray you. If they smell the shift in your hormones, they’ll know you’re carrying.""I am not a weak link, Ifu. I’m the one who deciphered the ledger. I think I can handle a few elders in velvet cloaks.""Handle them? You’re walking into a den of wolves who have been ruling these territories since before your grandfather was born. They don't want your intelligence, Ebu. They want your submission.""Then they’re going to be disappointed.""Perhaps. Or perhaps they’ll be the ones to break you if I’m not ther