Lahat ng Kabanata ng Choices And Desires- 5 Age-Gap MM Forbidden Romances: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Are you planning to boast about this victory for the rest of the cycle, Ebu?”The mountain breeze is vastly gentler this high above the territory. I am standing completely bare-legged on Ifu Okoye’s high stone ledge, one of my palms resting lightly on the reinforced crystal perimeter, the other curved protectively over the heavy, swollen crescent of my male womb. The sprawling tribal expanse of Blackthorn City unfolds directly beneath my position, a shimmering grid of primal fires and glowing arcane runes, settling into a deep silence during this thin hour separating the midnight hunt from the dawn.It finally exudes an aura of safety. Absolute safety.By the spirits, I can only pray the tribal war is truly finished.Every single violent confrontation we endured continues to spiral through my consciousness like a feverish vision. The spilled blood, the deafening battle cries, the freezing flagstones of the fortress drenched in ancestral essence.Yet, against every imaginable survival

"Are you going to look at me, Ebu, or keep pretending those pack ledgers are the most interesting thing in the room?""The numbers actually make sense, Ifu. Unlike whatever performance you're putting on over there.""It's not a performance. It's a statement. Come here.""I am currently tracking a missing silver shipment from the Darkwater Freight Dominion. Give me a minute.""The shipment can wait. I cannot.""You are entirely too accustomed to getting your way, Alpha Okoye.""Only because you enjoy giving it to me, Omega Okoye. Now, put the tablet down before I take it from you.""Is that a threat?""An promise, Ebu. A verified promise.""You're ridiculous.""I'm devoted. There is a distinction.""The ledger says we are short three crates of lunar-refined alloy at the Ravenfall International Terminal. If Detective Rowan Black decides to audit our territory borders this month, I want our records immaculate.""Let Rowan Black sniff around the edges of Blackthorn City all he wants. He’s

"Pack trail security," I growl, rapping my knuckles hard against the reinforced oak.Nothing moves on the other side. No scent of a shifting wolf, no heavy breathing. I swipe the master rune-card over the silver scanner and shoulder the heavy door open while balancing a massive stack of thick, fresh linens with one hand. Multi-tasking like a true dominant.I flick the light switch and freeze. An older beta male is standing there, completely naked except for a tiny towel knotted around his waist. He doesn't even flinch. Instead, he grins, lets the towel slip just enough to flash his wrinkled junk, and chuckles like it's some grand magical reveal."Shit," I choke out.I drop the clean linens right onto the floor, spin on my heel, and bolt. My heart thumps against my ribs. That's the second time today I've walked into a rogue exhibitionist.Nightbane City is a brutal, flashing neon nightmare compared to the quiet, dusty expanse of the Redfang Territory where I grew up. But this place isn

"Get the scent-neutralizer ready for the gathering tonight," I command, ripping a thick silver-threaded towel off the rack and walking straight into the expansive stone-carved master chamber.My ceremonial leather tunics and formal dark linen shirts for the next three days of the Lunar Crest Gathering are hung in the massive cedar closet, exactly as my personal guards were instructed to arrange them. I slide into a pair of tailored midnight slacks and a heavy, dark silver-buttoned tunic, then tighten the leather collar strap around my throat. Before descending to the lower levels to meet with my beta enforcer, Lucien, I drop onto the edge of the massive fur-lined mattress to pull on my tracking boots. My hand reaches out automatically toward the stone nightstand to grab my lineage piece, but my fingers hit empty air."What the literal fuck?" I growl, snapping to my feet as my eyes fixate on the bare stone where it always sits.Right there. It was right fucking there.My eyes slash acr

"You dominated the floor, Alpha," Lucien grunts, keeping his broad shoulders squared as the final ceremonial growls of the Lunar Crest Gathering die down.The massive assembly hall clears out without a single territorial border dispute. Thousands of weapon-smiths, deep-trench raw stone miners, and elder pack representatives packed the fortress today. When I stepped away from the main iron pulpit, the entire room erupted into a roaring, foot-stamping ovation. A hall full of killers, and every single one of them secretly wants to sit in my high seat. Two separate clan lords told me I should claim the supreme throne of the outer territories. My leather tunic pocket is literally overflowing with heavy bone-carved tokens from alphas begging for an audience.Just because my wolf prefers the quiet doesn't mean I can't unleash a flood of absolute dominance and predatory charm when the empire requires it. I am dangerously masterclass at steering this dominion, even if the endless socializing l