Semua Bab The Disgraced Crown Omega: Heir of the Banking Empire: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The mahogany table felt unnaturally cold under Luca’s palms, a stark contrast to the white-hot needle pricking at the base of his spine. He stood at the head of the boardroom, the glass-walled sanctum of Meier Banking Headquarters offering a panoramic view of Zurich’s skyline, but his vision was beginning to fray at the edges."The Fischer merger isn't just about consolidating assets," Luca said, his voice steady despite the roar of blood in his ears. He adjusted his cufflinks, a nervous habit he usually suppressed. "It’s about territorial dominance in the digital sector. If we don’t sign by EOD, the Council will look for a weaker link."Across from him, three senior board members—all Alphas, all smelling of expensive tobacco and aggressive ambition—nodded. Luca’s own scent, a sharp, commanding blend of ozone and sandalwood, had always been his greatest tool. It commanded the room before he even spoke. Then, the first wave hit.It wasn't a flicker of heat; it was a physical blow. A s

Luca didn’t flinch, but it took every ounce of his executive training to keep his spine from turning to jelly. The air in the room, previously sterilized and smelling of Sharpie and antiseptic, had been utterly hijacked. It felt thick, heavy with the scent of woodsmoke and old iron—a veteran Alpha’s pheromones, honed by years of actual combat rather than the sanitized boardrooms Luca was used to.The biological urge to tuck his chin and expose his nape hit him like a physical blow. It was a sickening, oily sensation that pooled in the base of his stomach. His heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs, not with the adrenaline of a deal, but with the primal terror of a prey animal cornered by a wolf."Babysit isn't the term I’d use, General," Luca managed to say. His voice was thinner than he liked, lacking the resonant baritone that used to command silence in the Meier Tower. He cleared his throat, forcing a steadiness he didn't feel. "I believe the contract uses the word 'conso

The military barracks at Fort Kael were not designed for comfort; they were designed for austerity, grey-washed walls, and the pervasive, stinging scent of industrial bleach meant to suppress the raw, animalistic pheromones of two thousand combat-hardened Alphas. As the transport screeched to a halt on the tarmac, Luca felt the familiar, sick dread settle in his marrow.A sergeant hauled the door open, motioning for him to descend. Luca stepped onto the cold concrete, his expensive loafers clicking sharply against the gravel. He was a creature of high-end tailoring, of cashmere and silk, and here, surrounded by tactical gear and mud-caked boots, he felt like a peacock among wolves."General Keller is waiting in his quarters," the sergeant muttered, not offering to carry the single suitcase Luca had been permitted to bring. "Don’t wander off. This sector is high-security. You step into a corridor you don’t belong in, and you’re liable to get torn to pieces before you can explain who yo

The firing range smelled of burnt ozone and stagnant, bitter sweat. Luca stood trembling, the pulse-pistol feeling like a heavy lead anchor in his hand. Ten rounds. Ten perfect groupings burned into the paper chest of the target silhouette across the room. The target shifted on its tracks, humming quietly, an mechanical mocking of his newfound precision.Adrian walked forward, his boots crunching on discarded brass shells. He stopped beside Luca, not looking at the target, but staring intently at the nape of Luca’s neck. His gaze was possessive, almost visceral. He reached out, his thick, scarred thumb pressing into the sensitive patch of skin where the skin had been roughed up during the earlier skirmish."You didn't flinch once," Adrian observed, his voice a low vibration that Luca felt in his teeth."I'm a quick study, General," Luca breathed, his lungs feeling tight, his entire internal framework reeling from the physical and mental intensity of the last two hours."Study the polit

The flickering lights of the Fort Kael barracks command center hummed with a low-frequency static that mirrored the turmoil in Luca’s head. He had just finished uploading a brute-force decryption script into the base’s local subnet, his fingertips hovering over the tactile interface like he was playing a high-stakes concerto. Each pulse of the screen echoed the heartbeat of Meier Banking’s infrastructure—a language of code he had spent his life crafting.Behind him, the air grew heavy, thick with the scent of oxidized iron and raw, unadulterated territorial intent. Luca didn't need to turn around to know Adrian had entered the secure sector. The atmosphere within the steel walls curdled, the temperature seemed to spike, and the small room felt like it was shrinking."Still hunting ghosts in the ledger, consort?" Adrian’s voice was a low-frequency growl, resonating against the back of Luca’s neck.Luca kept his eyes on the stre