All Chapters of ABYSS OF HIS SEED : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12The penthouse had been transformed.Soft golden light spilled across the open living space. White flowers stood in tall arrangements along the walls. A long table near the windows held carefully wrapped gifts—silver rattles, embroidered blankets, crystal keepsakes—all of them expensive, all of them offered with the same tight, careful smiles. Elite families filled the room in dark suits and elegant dresses. Their voices stayed polite. Their eyes did not.I stood slightly behind Lucien, the baby asleep against my chest in a soft white wrap. My body still carried the lingering soreness of birth and everything that had followed, but I kept my back straight. Every few seconds I felt another gaze slide over me—curious, assessing, barely hiding the old judgment. 'Freak.'The word no longer needed to be spoken aloud. It lived in the way they looked at the male omega holding the heir of Lucien Voss.Most of them had come because refusing the invitation would have been more dangerous

Chapter 14The morning after the gathering felt quieter than it should have.I sat in the nursery with Elias against my chest, his small body warm and trusting as he dozed after an early feeding. Sunlight filtered through the reinforced windows in pale gold strips across the floor. Everything looked peaceful. Nothing felt peaceful.Luke’s voice kept replaying in my head. This is what you finally settled on.Why do you still keep him around, really?Lucien had called him a loud ex and then refused to say anything more. The dismissal had been clean, final, and somehow more unsettling than open anger would have been. I had seen Lucien destroy men for lesser insults. The fact that he had simply told Luke to go chatter with someone else left a question I could not stop turning over.'What history still held that much power over him?'The door opened without a knock. Lucien stepped inside, already dressed in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. He paused when he saw me, da

Chapter 16Luke’s visits became a pattern before I fully accepted they were happening.The first time after the unexpected afternoon, I told myself it was an exception. The second time, when the private elevator opened and he stepped into the penthouse again with that same easy smile, I understood it was not. By the fourth visit I had stopped being surprised. He arrived in the late mornings or early evenings, sometimes carrying nothing, sometimes with a bottle of something expensive, always moving through the space as if the years apart had been only a temporary inconvenience.Lucien never raised his voice. He never ordered him out the way I expected. Instead he asked the same question in the same even tone, every single time.“How long are you in town for?”It sounded polite. Almost interested. But I had learned to hear the controlled edge beneath Lucien’s words. The question was a boundary dressed as conversation—a way of reminding Luke that his presence had an expiration date. Luke

Chapter 18After that first batch of strawberry cream-filled cupcakes, Lucien simply left the space untouched for me. No staff rearranged the tools. No one questioned the hours I spent there. Ingredients appeared as soon as they ran low. I baked in the early mornings while Elias still slept, and again in the long afternoons when the penthouse felt too large and the thoughts too loud. The rhythm of measuring, folding, and waiting for something to rise gave my hands a purpose that had nothing to do with survival or obedience.Lucien kept his word. He was my first customer every time, and He gave me a hundred dollar every time He would appear without announcement, lean against the counter or take the same chair, and wait. Sometimes he said nothing. Sometimes he asked what I was making in that low, expectant voice that still sent a ripple through me. He ate whatever I placed in front of him—tart lemon bars, dark chocolate entremets, delicate choux filled with coffee cream—and the approva

Chapter 20I was in the middle of folding whipped cream into a light chocolate mousse when the elevator opened.My hands kept moving out of habit—spatula turning in slow, careful strokes—but my attention had already shifted. Lucien rarely brought anyone new into the penthouse without warning. After Clara, after Luke, after everything that had followed Elias’s birth, unexpected arrivals still put me on edge.He stepped into the kitchen with a woman behind him.She was younger than Clara had been, maybe in her mid-twenties, with neat brown hair pulled back in a low ponytail and a simple dark uniform that looked freshly pressed. Her head stayed lowered. Her hands were clasped in front of her. Everything about her posture said she was trying to take up as little space as possible.I set the spatula down and gave Lucien a surprised look.He met my eyes without hesitation, then gestured slightly toward the woman.“This is Becky,” he said. “She will assist you with Elias.”Becky dipped her h