All Chapters of The Blood Sovereign's Omega (MM Romance): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Julian POVThe archive vault smelled of damp stone, old ink, and rusted iron.Dust motes floated in the amber beam of my handheld scanner as I sorted through the remaining ledgers from District Four. Across the stone workbench, Rin had already left to check the secondary water line, leaving his leather-bound medical registry behind.I picked up the thick book. The leather cover was scuffed and stained dark with dried copper blood at the corners.I flipped to the first page. I expected to find standard clinic accounting, charges for bandages, basic antiseptic, and local numbing gel. Instead, row after row of entries held no numbers in the payment column."District Four, Sector Seven," I read quietly to myself. "Patient: Thomas, age eight. Treatment: burn ointment, clean linen. Fee: zero."I turned the page."Patient: Maya, age six. Treatment: copper rot flush, clean water ration. Fee: zero."Over three hundred entries filled the pages. Every single child listed came from the lower tene

Kael POVThe shattered glass from the communication console crunched under my boots.Blue sparks still danced across the ruined wires, casting harsh light against the quartz pillars. Rin stood by his workbench, his fingers twitching over a roll of clean linen bandages, his jaw locked tight in terror."The Upper District is a fortress, Kael," Rin said, his voice raspy. "You cannot walk into the high towers with two rifles and a tactical frying pan.""Watch me," I said, picking up my pulse rifle off the wooden crate.I slammed a fresh battery pack into the receiver with a sharp, iron click.Julian stepped past the map table, adjusting his rimless glasses with two fingers. "Logistically, an infiltration of the apex tower requires bypassing seven automated security checkpoints, four dark-matter barrier gates, and two thousand High Council Enforcers.""Then we bypass them," I replied, looking over my shoulder at him. "Or we kill them. Either way, we are not sitting in this basement waiting

Kael POVThe closet in the master bedroom of the Vale estate was full of expensive clothes that looked like they had never been worn. Long mahogany racks held velvet coats, silk shirts, and tailored wool trousers, all covered in clear plastic to keep the dust off.Julian stood near the full-length mirror, turning a silver measuring tape between his fingers. He looked focused, like he was measuring a patient instead of clothes.“I am not wearing velvet,” I said, pointing at a heavy black coat hanging on the rack. “I fight in denim and boots.”“You fight in a gray hoodie covered in Sump oil,” Rin said from the velvet ottoman. His tactical frying pan rested across his lap. “And right now you smell like a lower-sector drain.”“I smell like honest work,” I shot back.“The Council gala at the apex tower requires formal high-born clothes,” Julian said. His voice stayed flat as he pulled a white silk shirt from the rack. “Enforcers at the main ballroom gate check every guest’s cut and fabric.

Lucien POVThe classical string orchestra filled the grand conservatory with slow, hollow music.I stood twenty feet away near the marble railing, one hand resting on the pommel of my star-metal broadsword. Through my obsidian mask, I watched Julian and Rin slip toward the private corridor that led to the apex control panel.Then the scent hit me.It was not the smell of vintage blood wine or old lavender. It was the sharp, heavy odor of rot, sour grape, and predatory Alpha intent.I turned my head at once.A tall noble from House Raven stood directly behind Kael. His gloved hand rested heavily on Kael’s right shoulder, fingers pressing into the black velvet of his coat. He leaned down, predatory smile showing sharp white fangs an inch from Kael’s ear.“You smell exquisite, stranger,” the Raven noble said, voice carrying over the music. “What house do you belong to?”Every drop of blood in my veins turned to ice.***My possessive Alpha instincts flared hard and fast.Kael was mine. H

Kael POVThe final chord of the Tango of Steel still echoed off the vaulted marble ceiling.Applauding vampire elites slowly stepped back toward the gilded pillars, leaving us standing in the center of the white floorboards. Lucien’s right hand rested firmly against my hip, his pulse beating in a steady, heavy rhythm against my palm.Behind his obsidian mask, his red eyes glittered with dark satisfaction.“You move surprisingly well for someone who claims to hate formal dancing, Little Janitor,” Lucien murmured, his thumb rubbing the velvet fabric over my waist.“I wasn’t dancing,” I replied, adjusting my silver mask with two fingers. “I was steering you away from the guards.”Across the hall, Julian slipped away from the control panel near the private balcony. He caught my eye, giving a tiny, single nod. The Sanguine Gas timer was dead. The lower sectors were safe.For the first time all night, I felt like we might actually walk out of here without a fight. The plan was working exact