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KirillSam is already waiting when I walk into the office.He's sitting in my chair, feet propped up on the desk, a manila folder balanced on his lap. He doesn't look up when I enter."You know I could kill you for sitting in my chair," I say flatly."You could try." He flips the folder open. "But then who would clean up your messes?"I walk over and snatch the folder from his hands. He doesn't resist.The first page is a standard medical report. The second page is something else entirely. Sam's own handiwork—a forged document, identical to the real one except for one crucial detail."The university committee got this one," Sam says, tapping the forged report. "Everything looks normal. Alpha. No anomalies. No suppressant markers. No Omega indicators. Just a clean bill of health."I flip to the real report.My jaw tightens.Secondary gender: Omega. Long-term suppressant use detected. Hormonal imbalance consistent with prolonged chemical suppression. No current heat cycle detected at ti

AsaKirill is already in the back of the car when we reach it.The moment Sam places me inside—literally places me, like I'm some kind of package—I don't even have time to complain about it. Because the second my skin touches Kirill's, it feels like it's on fire. And I can't help but seek him out."See? I told you you should have stayed at home.""Can we not do the 'I told you so?" I mutter, climbing into his lap because the position I was in wasn't enough. Even this isn't enough. I can't touch him enough. The clawing inside of me is intensifying. I can't get close enough. I want to breathe the same air as him. I want to get inside his skin and never come out.He seems to be able to read my mind—something no other person has been able to do. But he does it every time. And I hate and love that about him. Because the next thing he does is pull me closer, putting his arms around me as he rubs soothing circles on my back."Is it getting worse?" he asks.I nod slowly, my head in the crook

KirillThings were not meant to end up like this.I hadn't meant for him to find out like this—if he ever did. Now he has, and everything is falling apart. Why didn't I just shoot him in that fucking bathroom? Why didn't I strangle him like I had planned to? If I had, none of this would have happened. Things wouldn't have turned out like this.But I hadn't. And now they have. And I don't know whether I'm glad I didn't do it or regret not doing it. Because I don't know what they're doing to him now.The phone rings again. Sam's name appears on the screen, and I answer without thinking."Tell me you've found something, Samuel. Please.""I'm sorry, boss. But there's nothing. I've—we've tried everything. Looked everywhere for him. We can't find anything.""It's been three days, Sam. Three days. There has to be something you can do. You need to find him. You need to find him.""I know, boss. I know. And I also know that you haven't slept these past three days since Asa went missing. But wh

Kirill The first thing I see is the blood covering the room. And immediately, my stomach drops. The sickening feeling I feel when I finally see them is like nothing else. The sound of the guns ringing downstairs completely vanishes as I look at Alyosha—sitting on Asa's lap, crying, clinging to him, his small fingers clutching the bloodied shirt And for a second my vision blurs. But the sight of Alyo has nothing to do with the gut-wrenching feeling I feel right now. Because this is all him, it starts when I look at Asa. His face is red with blood—the source I can't quite see. He's on the floor, sitting with his back against the wall, his wrists probably bound behind him. But the wounds on his body don't terrify me more than the look in his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes, there's nothing behind them. No fear. No anger. Not even pain. Just an emptiness that makes my stomach meets the fucking floor. They are open, but Asa isn't looking at me. The blue I know so well is still ther

AsaI always knew this day would come. I just never thought about how it would actually be when it finally did. And now, as Sam drives me back to my parents' place, I'm thinking about how my father is going to take the news. Hug me and tell me it's okay, probably. While Mom just cries and tells me I'm still her baby no matter what. Also a possibility."Kid." Sam clears his throat from the driver's seat, stealing glances at me."You okay?"He says it sounding like he actually means it. But he's also been lying to me too, so I can't really say for sure."You were that PI I paid to get information on him, right?" I ask instead of answering, looking at him and daring him to lie to me."You said it was which house again?" he mutters and I scoff at his attempt to change the topic. Sam parks the car outside, and I open the door to get out. He does the same. I fold my arms and look at him."What?" he asks, looking genuinely confused."Are you gonna follow me everywhere?""Of course. My instru