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My hand slid upward, cupping the soft weight of her breast through the thin nightgown. I rubbed my thumb slowly over the sensitive peak of her nipple, feeling it tighten under the fabric. At the same time I lowered my mouth to her neck, kissing and licking the warm skin there. A quiet shudder ran through her. She tilted her head back against my shoulder, giving me more access, and I took it—pressing soft kisses to her cheek, the side of her nose, and finally her lips again.This time she turned fully in my arms.She kissed me deeply, almost desperately, wrapping her arms around my neck as if she couldn’t decide whether to pull me closer or push me away. The taste of her, the heat of her mouth, the way her body molded against mine—it nearly undid me.Then she broke the kiss and shoved me backward until my shoulders met the wall.“Who do you think you are, Lucian?” she asked, breath uneven, eyes shining in the moonlight.“The man in your dreams,” I answered quietly. “In your thoughts. I

I stared at him. The words didn’t make sense at first. “What do you mean you can’t find them?”“Alpha… Miss Eleanor is not in her room. The room’s empty.”My pulse spiked hard enough that I felt it in my throat. “And Zita?”Leo shook his head, clearly shaken. “I’m sorry, Alpha. I can’t find her either.”A cold, sharp fury mixed with something far closer to fear.“Dammit.”“What’s happening, Lucian?” Aries asked as he walked toward me.“Eleanor is nowhere to be found. Come on—let’s go find her,” I said. I was already moving.“Everyone stay here,” I ordered over my shoulder, voice tight. Then louder, to the remaining guards: “Call every available guard. Search the house and the grounds for Eleanor. Now!”I ran straight into the house, taking the stairs two at a time. Aries behind me. The hallway felt too quiet, too still. My heart was slamming against my ribs by the time I reached her door. I shoved it open.Empty.The bed was neatly made. The air held only a faint, fading trace of h

Aries POVHours earlier.I had been searching the down floors of the old building for what felt like forever, moving from corridors to rooms, every sense sharpened for any trace of Eleanor. My pulse stayed steady, controlled, even as frustration began to edge in. Then I pushed open another door and stopped.Valeria stood in the center of the dim space, watching me with a slow, knowing smile already curved on her lips.“Where is Eleanor?” I asked, walking toward her without hesitation.She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Oh, Aries… what do you think you’re doing?”“What do you mean?” My voice came out hard. I clenched my jaw until my teeth ached.Valeria took a few deliberate steps closer, never breaking eye contact. “Stop pretending to be someone you’re not. I can see straight through you, Aries.”My patience snapped thin. “What the hell are you talking about, you little bitch?”She burst into laughter—loud, sharp, and deliberately drawn out until she was satisfied. W

I was very angry. What the hell was wrong with Lucian? Why would he go to my father when I had specifically told him he needed to rest? Lucian was the reason my father was like this in the first place. My father had always loved him too much—enough that he had been willing to expose what he overheard that day. I had been left with no choice. I made certain he could no longer speak of it.If only he had never been there. If only he had never listened to that conversation.Aurelius—the man who called himself my father—had never seen me as anything more than an ordinary beta. A tool. A shield. He expected me to serve Lucian for the rest of my life. To stand behind a man who was soft. Too kind. Too blind to the knives already at his back. Even if Lucian was stronger, he understood nothing of the real currents moving around him. He walked through life protected by other people’s sacrifices and called it leadership.I was tired of living in his shadow. Tired of taking the fall. Tired

Back to the present!I returned to my mansion after dropping Eleanor and Lucian off. The drive back had been quiet. Too quiet. My hands had stayed steady on the wheel the entire time, but underneath the calm a low, restless energy still moved through me. Thank the Goddess nothing had happened to Eleanor. She was fine. Alive. Still useful. That was all that mattered. “Good evening, sir.” One of my most trusted female servants, Lila, greeted me just as I reached my bedroom door. Her voice was soft, respectful, already carrying the quiet eagerness I had trained into her. “Good evening.” I paused with my hand on the handle, studying her for a moment. “Is everything prepared?” “Yes, sir. Your bath is ready… and so is your special room.” A slow smile tugged at my mouth. I lifted my hand and placed a single finger beneath her chin, tilting her face up until her eyes met mine. She didn’t resist. She never did. “You’re such a good servant, aren’t you?” That beautiful, obedien