Under Currents A Novel Novels & Stories

# THE HUSBAND I IMAGINED ## Season Two: The Life We Chose *A steamy contemporary romance novel — sequel season* --- ## Chapter One: The Journalist Vivian Cross had been building her career for fifteen years on exactly one skill: finding the seam in a story that everyone else had already decided was finished.

He wanted Liam to over-write the memories himself without any imposing from Lucas. They had their dinner in minimal talk and Liam excused himself to take a bath. He was standing under the shower, balancing himself on his hands on the tiles. The warm water was cascading on his broad back, cleaning and taking away all the bad memories with it to the drain. He knew he wasn’t beautiful or clean to say. He was assaulted, raped and not to mention the countless times where he was touched inappropriate. He was aware of the marks on his dick and inner thighs. And that was the insecurity he had before today.

To relive that moment, please open the book BENEATH HER DARKNESS: The Alpha’s Little Demon and check out the following chapters: 095 - ALTHEA’S HEAT 096 - A TERRIBLE SIN 097 - LET IT STAY

"It's alright… Just let me go, my beloved… I'm happy I can be with you in my last days…" As Anna trailed off, her sniffles muffled, and there was soon silence… No words were spoken, but there was labored breathing and bodies bumping against each other… I quietly sat in the darkness beside the window, my fingers brushing against the wolf fang necklace unknowingly. Souleater Vine? Wouldn't survive for three months? There were way too many coincidences. My eyes calm, even cold, I turned to look at the skies that were brightening outside.

My connection to Balance opened. I did not search. I never did unless there was a reason. But this time, something was already calling me. I felt twelve mixed cities like warm points. The Bridge Homes like tiny lights. Magical forests. Vampire territories. Human borders. And beneath all of it, like a scar that had spent years pretending to sleep, a black current. It was not large. It was ancient. And moving. “He’s using the network,” I said. Arsel came to my side.

Part 1 will be Gamma Carlos and Shaila's Story (Alpha Caspian's Gamma) and Part 2 is a combination of Dominic/Sofia and Darvin/Celeste love story with a few snippets of Lucas/Katarina. After that, we will move to the North and see more of the side characters that we met in Alexa and Aeon's book. BENEATH HER DARKNESS: The Alpha's Little Demon will be the first book of the INTO THE DARKNESS Saga, which is built in the same universe as the Black Shadow Pack, only they are at the North (where no rules/Council exists) and will have more encounters with other supernatural spices aside from werewolves. Join Adan and Lucy on their adventure as they face challenges in different realms.

After that night, Ares hadn’t laid a finger on her. Not out of mercy. No, never mercy. He was waiting. Letting her simmer in her own confusion, making her wonder when the next storm would hit. And it did. Just not in the way she expected. The magazine slid across the marble counter like a blade. Riva froze mid-step. The housekeeper had left it open—centerfold spread wide, bold and glossy. "Moretti Tied to Rivarez Empire: Engagement Rumors Ignite the South Corridor." Photo: Ares Moretti, tux-clad, flanked by Delilah Rivarez—model, heiress, socialite. His fiancée.

“You’re here to cook, not to play detective.” But deep down, that little voice one that always got me in trouble — whispered Yeah, but don’t you want to know? Why does Domenico wear shades in the house? Why does Alessandro act like everyone is a threat? Why does this mansion feel like a golden cage? And why, oh why, does my bank account now have five figures sitting in it after just one day? I sighed again, pushing up to my feet. Lunch was done. Counters were clean.

the other twin protested, crossing her arms defiantly. I didn’t bother looking at them this time. “Shh, I don’t want any disturbances, okay?” I said, settling into the couch. I crossed my legs and propped them up on the coffee table, trying to relax despite the ridiculous gown clinging to me. The news was surprisingly engaging today—a report on natural disasters across different countries. Earthquakes, floods, people running in panic. It should have been somber, but I couldn’t help the thrill that coursed through me, like I was watching a scene from an action movie. The chaos on the screen was oddly captivating, a distraction from the chaos in my life.

He continued to replay that image of hers as he sliced the parsley and baguettes that will top the Bouillabaisse that was simmering in the pot. “I’m craving some seafood,” Andrea told him right before he exited towards the kitchen. Thus, the dish. Meanwhile upstairs, Andrea shifted on the bed. She fidgeted with the ends of the blanket while in deep thought. Finally getting to sleep on their shared bed gave her great comfort. Not that her bed back at the apartment was shabby, this one just felt more like home. But being in the same house as Sebastian while having no conclusion regarding the pregnancy was difficult. “How hard is it to tell your husband that you were both highly fertile last ti