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"You smell like milk... and my scent." Damon Storm, the ruthless Alpha King, pinned her against the wall, his eyes burning gold. "Where have you been hiding my pups?" Lyra smirked, coldly pressing a hidden Glock against his ribs. "You have the wrong person, Alpha." Before he could growl, a red laser dot settled right between his eyes. A five-year-old boy stood in the doorway, holding a custom-made plasma pistol. His eyes flashed the same gold as Damon's. "Step away from my mommy, old man," the boy warned with a smirk. "Or I'll show you why they call her the Shadow Lord." Six years ago, she was the rejected, pregnant exile. Now, she returns as the world's most feared arms dealer. Her plan was simple: get the cure for her father and leave. But she didn't count on one thing—her three genius triplets hacking into the Alpha King's security system... just to order pizza.

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain—unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom—fame, money, a future of her own—her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna—Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father—he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient.

[Warning: R-18+ Mature Content - Omegaverse BL] There are three steps to surviving a Transmigration Battle Royale: 1. Secure a high status. 2. Defeat the other transmigrators. 3. Capture the Male Lead’s heart. Elian failed Step #1 immediately. While Player 1 (Ambrose) transmigrated as the delicate, tragic Son of the High Priest... And Player 2 (Rowena) transmigrated as the glamorous, perfectionist Princess determined to be the ideal Empress... Elian transmigrated as the Crown Prince’s personal valet. His stats are trash. His political power is zero. He is destined to be a background character who holds the door open while the main characters fall in love. But Elian discovered a loophole in the System. While Ambrose is busy writing poetry to woo the Prince, and Rowena is busy curating the perfect candlelight dinners to dazzle the Prince... Elian is the one scrubbing the Prince’s back in the bath. Elian is the one measuring the Prince’s inseam for new breeches. Elian is the one warming the Prince’s bed on cold winter nights. System: [Warning! The Prince’s pheromones are affecting you. Please retreat!] Elian: [Retreat? Are you kidding? I’m moving in!] Who needs a tragic backstory or a perfect royal pedigree when you have a lock on the bedroom door and absolutely no shame? -------------------- (Warning: This novel features a shameless MC, a possessive Alpha Prince, and a Battle Royale where the winner takes all... literally. And lots of smut...like lots, so beware!) ** Let's Connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887

Ella Monroe's feet are bleeding from an eleven-hour shift when she gets the final text: appear at this address at midnight, or your sister's life support gets unplugged. She doesn't know she's walking into an underground supernatural auction. She doesn't know she's not human. She definitely doesn't know she's a Silver Moon wolf — the rarest, most valuable bloodline in existence. Lucien Blackwood knows. He's been dying from a curse for twenty years, and Ella is the only thing that can save him. So he fabricates a debt, pays her sister's medical bills to create leverage, and buys her at auction for ten million dollars. He carries her out of the warehouse while she fights, and tells her the truth in the car: 'I'm not sorry. I'm desperate. There's a difference.' The mate bond snaps into place whether Ella wants it or not. Her wolf emerges — silver fur, golden light, power she didn't know she had. Lucien is honest about what he did and why. He refuses to pressure her into completing the bond even though he's dying. And somewhere between the rage and the training and the slow revelation of what she actually is, Ella realizes she's falling in love with the man who bought her. But Dante Volkov bid nine million for her at that auction, and he doesn't accept losing. The Council questions whether the bond was forced. Traditionalist witches attack because they fear Silver Moon bloodlines gaining power. And the curse spreading up Lucien's neck is a countdown they're both trying to ignore. When Ella and Lucien complete the mate bond, the curse breaks. She gets pregnant with twins. Caelan is born with gold eyes and his father's strategic mind. Luna is born with silver eyes and the ability to read emotional bonds through touch. They're not ordinary children — they're the future of the supernatural world, and everyone wants a piece of it. Sold to the Ruthless Alpha Billionaire is a dark paranormal romance about power, consent, and what you can build from a foundation of coercion if both people are willing to do the work. It's about a man who did unforgivable things learning to be someone worthy of forgiveness. And it's about a woman who spent twenty-four years not knowing what she was discovering that she's extraordinary.

[Warning: Explicit Mature Content R-18+ | Russian Mafia | Werewolf] Andrea was a normal girl with a normal plan: finish nursing school, pay her bills, and keep her head down. But "normal" died the moment she found a mountain of a man bleeding out in a dark alley. Viktor Volkov wasn't just a Russian mobster with a body made of ink and iron—he was a nightmare in a tailored suit. She thought she was being a hero when she stitched his wounds. She didn't realize she was touching an Alpha. When she pulled the silver bullet from his muscle, she didn't just save a life—she witnessed a transformation that shattered her reality. Viktor isn't human. He’s the Pakhan of the Volkov Circle, a pack of lethal, predatory shifters who rule the underbelly of society. And now that she’s seen the beast, he can’t let her go. Kidnapped and dragged to a secluded dacha in the heart of the Siberian winter, Andrea is a ghost in a gilded cage. She is a normal girl trapped in a supernatural den, surrounded by wolves who can smell her fear—and her arousal. Viktor is cold, possessive, and used to absolute submission. He wants to tame the sassy nurse who treats his "commands" like jokes. He wants to mark her, knot her, and claim her as his mate. Andrea wants her life back. She wants to be anywhere but under the heavy, pulsing heat of a monster who won't take "no" for an answer. But in the silence of the Siberian nights, the "House Rules" become a game of pleasure and pain. From silk ties to the brutal reality of the wolf's knot, Viktor is determined to prove that while her mind might hate him, her body belongs to the Pack. She was trained to heal. He was born to hunt. And he’s finally found the only prey worth keeping. #Possessive #Werewolf #BDSM #Mafia #R18 #WeakToStrong #SassyFL #Dub-Con #NoRape

Accidentally Killing her parents is what turned Neveah's life upside down. As punishment for her crimes, her wolf ability was bound and she is forced into a life of slavery by her brother.At the age of twenty-two, saw no way of getting out and gave up on life, just trying to make it through each day. A contract between packs brings the arrival of the powerful, crimson-eyed Alpha Dane. A wolf that men feared, yet Neveah couldn't help but be fascinated by him. Adding Neveah to the contract was never part of Alpha Dane's plan. Something about her strange smell lured him in, and he knew he couldn't leave her behind, especially not when he heard the lies coming from her brother's mouth. But meeting Neveah was just the beginning. If she isn't challenging Alpha Dane, then it was her old pack that was trying to make life extremely difficult for him by keeping secrets buried. Secrets he was about to find out…..

Lyra Cooper spent eighteen years believing she was nothing more than a forgotten human orphan. Then, on her eighteenth birthday, the truth shattered everything. Her biological mother appears out of nowhere—Queen Vivienne Luna, ruler of the werewolves—and drags Lyra into a brutal supernatural world she never asked to be part of. Worse, Lyra isn’t just a werewolf. She’s a hidden princess. The prophesied heir destined to end a rising vampire war. There’s just one problem. Lyra is wolfless. Weak. A disgrace in a world that worships power. To “prove her worth,” Lyra is sent to Celestia Alpha Academy, a ruthless training ground for elite wolves. If she can survive and graduate on her own, she won’t be forced into a political marriage. But the academy is anything but safe—especially when her greatest tormentors turn out to be the very men fate has bound to her. Ash Ironwood, the brutal Alpha heir who despises the wolfless. Xander Eclipse, a sadistic enforcer who makes her his personal prey. Killian Nightshade, a knight sworn to the crown who rejects her without mercy. And Alaric Killianvale, a forbidden, emotionally scarred High Alpha who refuses to want her—no matter how strong the bond burns.As jealousy ignites, enemies circle, and ancient prophecies unravel, Lyra discovers the cruel truth: her world-saving power can only be unlocked by consummating her bonds. All four of them. Hunted, desired, and torn between men who refuse to share, Lyra must decide whether she will submit to fate… or rewrite it entirely. Because this time, the discarded girl isn’t running anymore. She’s ready to become a Luna.

The world is diverse and flourishing. Humanity has changed, and with it, brought in a new era of prosperity. Males and females still exist, but the spectrum from which humanity is cast has broadened. With the introduction of alpha, omega, and beta, humanity has evolved even further. In such a word, Dr. Andrew Knox, known environmental researcher, is happy being a beta male. It has made his life easier by being middle ground, and as much as some wish he was one way or the other, he’s happy being who he is. Thriving even. He works in a world renowned research facility. He makes friends easily, and his projects are always funded. He even found someone who he thinks he could end up marrying if things continue in the right direction. That, and the vacant house next to his apartment building gets bought by a new neighbour. A cute, but cautious omega who relies on Andrew as a beta for help. Andrew couldn’t be happier. He loves being a helper, and loves when people rely on him. All in all, Andrew really thinks he has everything made. That is, until a research project with shoddy data is thrown back into his face that he has no recollection of working on, and all of his reputation disintegrates in between one heartbeat and the next. Heartbroken, it isn’t until Andrew wakes up, chained to a wall that everything becomes clear. He becomes a test subject to one of the scientists that he trusted. That he expected would never harm him. The life he had known, where he was a respected researcher was ripped out from underneath him. His identity and everything he’s ever known is stolen from him from a crazed researcher who he had trusted, maybe even loved. He has to relearn who he is, what he is, from scratch. Thankfully, he has one person in his corner. He just never expected to have to rely on someone whose shoulders were so small. This is an a/b/o story, and will have those tropes associated with it. I hope you enjoy :)

'Tis not I who have brought you here." She confessed. Sylvie was relieved and confused. she asked then, "Then who?" Bouvier fluffed her skirts and sat on the edge of the bed beside Sylvie. "Prince Randolf Canis. Owner and Heir of Canis Island." She furnished. The name wa sunfasmiliar to Sylvie. She had never heard of him before. "I-I-I don't know him. Wh-what does he want with me?" She stammered out, still in shock. "He wants you for his bride," Bouvier informed her as if she were telling her about the weather. "B-but why me? H-He can have anyone on the Island. I am a nobody." She confessed. "That may be, my dear, but Prince Randolf wants you." Her words made Sylvie nervous. What was going on? She had never laid eyes on this man or heard of him for that matter and now he had kidnapped her only to propose. It all seemed so surreal. She sat there in silence wondering then she asked her question aloud, "What if I say no to Prince Randolf's proposal?" Bouvier turned and looked at her then, " If you do not accept the Prince's proposal he will kill everyone on the Island." Sylvie wasn't prepared for those types of consequences. "It is imperative that you understand that whatever Prince Randolf wants, Prince Randolf gets. I know the Islanders weren't the most welcoming lot to you and Luna, but they are people. Some of them good people don't deserve to die because of the actions of Luna and that maniac. Pay the debt and be done with it. Start a new life here. He is a very wealthy, handsome Prince. Marry him. Bear him sons and live happy. You had no prospects anywhere else, and if he sets you free I don't think you would last out there alone for three days." Bouvier made it all sound so surreal. She made the choice to marry him sound so easy, but she wasn't the one having to marry a Tyrant. She knew she had no choice in this matter. As much as she hated her mother now she couldn't allow her actions to further jeopardize the islanders' lives...

Her blood was liquid gold. The moment it hit the basin, the scent slammed into Prince Dexmon like a charging bull. A primal urge to mate with her followed, obliterating any concern for timing, place, or consequence. His heart thundered, caught somewhere between hunger and outright panic. His wolf surged. Aegon: Mate her. Mate her again. Mark her. In that order. Dexmon: Absolutely the fuck not. It took every ounce of control he possessed to hold back. Meanwhile, she stood there, calm, oblivious to him coming apart at the seams. The Moon Goddess, it seemed, truly had a twisted sense of humor. ✦✦✦ Chained in silver and hunted, Serena collapses into the arms of the Alpha Prince of Drakenfell. Mine. Mate. But a year in silver chains left her wolf silent. She has no idea what she is to him. He is betrothed to the daughter of the man who kept her in chains. So he stays silent and watches her become the most dangerous temptation in the realm. They think she is an omega runt he dragged home out of pity. That she needs protection. She is neither. "Your concern is noted. Unnecessary. Polite, though." Dragons bow to her. A mark burns on her arm. Ancient power answers her call. Oh, and she's the woman his soul has reached for across lifetimes. But he isn't the only one obsessed. When another tries to claim her, Dexmon’s restraint snaps. Fighting over her is one thing. Hunting her is another. Love triangles don't usually involve mass murder. The same dark forces that destroyed her pack rise again, and Serena refuses to let history repeat. Not in this life. ✦✦✦ Content Warning: This novel contains dark themes, dubious consent, abuse, smut, explicit scenes, and morally gray characters. Reader discretion advised. Tags: love triangle, spicy, war, royal family, betrayal, matebond, shifter, queen, underestimated, hidden powers

A dying baby. A desperate billionaire alpha. One grieving woman with milk no one else can give. When Lila Harper answers a $40,000-a-month wet-nurse ad, she expects a paycheck—not a Villa, not a tiny girl who latches like she’s starving for life, and not the guarded, powerful man watching every feed with eyes that burn. Kael Draven stopped believing in fate long ago. Mate bonds are fairy tales. But this human stranger is the only thing keeping his daughter alive—and the longer she stays, the harder it is to pretend that’s all she is. Her abusive ex is closing in. The pack wants her gone. And the moon keeps rising, whispering secrets neither of them wants to hear. In a city of glass and secrets, survival becomes something far more dangerous: A choice. Milk & Moonlight Dark. Intimate. Addictive. When the only bond left is the one no one saw coming.

The Arrogant Alpha King He was born of two monsters. Half wolf. Half something far older. Kael has never begged for acceptance. He does not bow. He does not explain. With one crimson eye and one molten gold, he stands as a living reminder of a forbidden union that should never have existed. Feared by his own kind. Hunted by enemies. Destined for a throne he refuses to earn through weakness. They call him arrogant. He calls it survival. Then he finds her. Elara was rejected under the full moon — cast out by her own pack, marked as unwanted, replaceable, forgettable. But rejection did not break her. It carved steel into her bones. Alone in the wild, she learned that survival does not require permission. When fate binds her to the most dangerous Alpha alive, the forest itself seems to hold its breath. Their bond ignites like wildfire — ancient, violent, unbreakable. A fractured crown looms over them. Packs sharpen their claws. And something older than wolves stirs in the shadows, awakened by the hybrid king who was never meant to rule. To claim his throne, Kael must embrace the monster he hides behind pride. To stand beside him, Elara must decide if loving an arrogant king is worth becoming the war that follows. Because some bonds are not blessings. They are power. And when the crown is restored… the world of wolves will kneel — or burn.

Alpha Albert, with the scent of gardenias, falls into a post-apocalyptic world overrun by beast-men, reduced to a near-death drifter. Yet he catches the eye of Hayes, the strongest snow leopard mutant—his cool, heady fragrance becomes an irresistible temptation even to the feline powerhouse. From then on, the irritable Commander remains icy and aloof by day, but at night presses his nose to Albert’s nape: “Move again and I’ll bite you.” Albert gazes at the leopard’s tail wrapped tightly around his waist, and chuckles: “Sir, your tail is wrapped too tightly.”

“Let me go Henry,” I said coldly. “I am not yours, not anymore.” Henry scoffed. “You will always be mine. I was your first mate.” “And yet you rejected me. I don’t need you anymore, I have-” “Who do you have, Nyssa? Him?” He laughed humorlessly. “You don’t even know who he is.” Rowan growled, a low warning sound. “Shut the fuck up!” “Why?” Henry shot back. “Tell her what you’re hiding, Rowan, let’s see if she still loves you after.” ********************* Nyssa was once the beloved of the pack—the Beta’s daughter, mated to the Alpha. But once her parents died, and she was unable to shift, her life began to crumble until she was finally rejected by her mate, Henry. It was hard enough that he left her for her best friend, but as the Beta’s daughter, she was forced to remain with him until an attack leaves their pack vulnerable and they have to seek help for the lycans. What was meant to be a diplomatic trip turned into chaos when Nyssa realizes she is mated to Rowan—the lycan king. Lycans and wolves don’t get along, and there is a lot of history between the three of them. To Nyssa, the angel she doesn’t know is better than the devil she knows, But what happens when that angel is just another devil in disguise? After all, Rowan is hiding some dark secrets of his own, the kind that threatens their already fragile bond. Would she be able to handle the pressure? Or will she go back to Henry who may have never gotten over her in the first place?

Dark romance x mature content x slow burn. ****Blurb***** "Look, I have an Escalade, by the way." Fedora's lips folded. He had no idea what to do with that information, but he figured if he just indulged the man's ego, it would end faster. Faster, my foot. Miguel swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a low, predatory whisper as he leaned in. "All my offers, and any other thing you can wish for... I will get it done." He beat his chest softly, his eyes darkening. "If you can just follow me outside. To the back of my comfy Escalade. It's been a long time since I had a bitch served... in my car." He finished the sentence and swiped his tongue across his lips, biting them with a raw, sexual hunger. He waited for the final reply, already getting high on the thought of cupping that tiny waist with one hand and burying himself in that Chanel-scented skin until the boy pleaded his name in parables. Fedora went stoic. He was completely frozen, the world stopping as the shock and bewilderment hit him like a physical blow. He scoffed in disbelief, his jaw practically hitting the floor. 'Back of the Escalade. Bitches served in a car'. "Me! Fedora!! Bitch!!! Served in the back of a car!!! Unto delicacy!!!! Gosh!!!!!" Fedora muttered, the words replaying in his head like a record skip. A dry, hysterical laugh escaped his lips. Oh, this was the height of it. He wasn't going to stand there and let another man disrespect him. Never. Miguel took another step closer, his head hovering over Fedora's, dominant and sure. The boy hadn't said a word; he was definitely giving in, Miguel thought. He leaned in further, waiting for the "yes" but what came next?! It was, by far, the least expected thing any living human being would have the guts to do to him. Behold, it was no other than a hot, non-withheld, redirective, and resounding SLAP!!!! †††††††† **************** Fedora loved him. Miguel loved him too obsessively. Possessively. To the point where devotion blurred into control. Miguel wanted to be involved in everything that touched Fedora’s life, and he proved, time and again, that he would go against his own will, spill blood, even die if it meant keeping Fedora spoiled, protected, and tethered to him. On the surface, Miguel was everything anyone could dream of. Until Fedora fell so deeply in love that he hit rock bottom and realised the darkness there was too suffocating for both his aesthetic and his sanity. He thought he knew Miguel. He was catastrophically wrong. Fedora had been blind to the beast he let into his heart. The truth comes apart slowly, cruelly: Miguel is the reason Fedora has no family. The reason is that there is no life for him beyond Miguel’s shadow. And worst of all, Fedora had chosen him anyway, his memories erased not by force, but by misplaced devotion. “Pick a gun and empty it into his brain.” The solution sounds simple. It isn’t. Fedora doesn’t know what’s real anymore. He can’t tell if what he shared with Miguel, the man he once humiliated in a bar, the man who later became his lover, was genuine love or a carefully staged performance fueled by manipulation, guilt, and obsession. The cruel irony? Miguel is wrapped around Fedora’s fingers, tight as a rosary around a nun’s hand. And yet, Fedora is still the one trapped. Now he must decide. Will he avenge his family? Will love survive the truth? And if Miguel dies, will it be swift… or slow enough to satisfy the damage left behind? This isn’t a romance. It’s a beautifully brutal descent into love, control, and consequence. Enter at your own risk. ********* . warning!!! Some statements, scenes, and incidents in this book may not sit well with religious readers. [Everything is fictional and not intended to harm or coerce your mind in any way]

Aurelia Vale spent her entire life believing she was nothing more than a powerless human living among werewolves. Without a wolf. Without a mate. Without a place she could truly call home. In a pack that valued strength above all else, she survived by lowering her head and enduring their scorn in silence. The Alpha heirs despised her. The future Beta dismissed her existence. Even the warriors treated her as an inconvenience. When the cruelty becomes unbearable, Aurelia walks into the Moon Goddess Temple to sever her bond with the pack forever. She never expects her blood to awaken an ancient power thought long extinct. Thunder shatters the sky. Her wolf emerges. Aurelia is not human. She is a White Wolf, heir to a forgotten bloodline that once ruled over Alphas and commanded entire packs. Worse yet, the scent of five mates binds itself to her soul the moment she awakens. The very men who once humiliated her now feel the pull of the bond. The pack that cast her aside now kneels before her power. And a mysterious fifth presence watches from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to claim what he believes is his. As Aurelia flees the pack that betrayed her, her strength continues to grow and long buried truths begin to surface. Faced with obsession, regret, and a bond she never asked for, she must decide whether to grant forgiveness or tear down the hierarchy that once broke her. This time, Aurelia is no longer the one being chosen. She is the one who decides who is worthy of standing beside the White Luna.

A marked dominant omega( Noah lane ) gets ditched by his alpha during his heat. He passed the interview for a very big company and started working as a secretary for a ruthless omega hating dominant alpha( Diamant reed ) whose pheromones were too strong for the dominant omega to handle.

Fated mates are supposed to be sacred. Rejection is supposed to break them. When Elara Moonveil is publicly rejected by her Alpha mate, she loses everything—her pack, her future, and the life the Moon promised her. But the bond does not break. Instead, it burns… and awakens something far more dangerous within her. As Elara rises from discarded to powerful, her rejected mate is forced to watch her become everything he feared—and everything he no longer deserves. With rival packs circling, ancient bloodlines stirring, and the Blood Moon counting down, survival demands more than fate ever promised. This is not a story about forgiveness given freely. It is a story about power earned, love chosen, and an Alpha who must kneel for the mate he once cast aside. A slow-burn werewolf romance series featuring rejected mates, brutal grovel arcs, strong female leads, and love that refuses to be owned.

From the very moment she was conceived, her own father, the ruthless BlackRidge Barbarian Alpha Alcazar sought to kill her. To eliminate her before she could set foot into the world and threaten everything he stood for. After a year of marrying her mother, high priestess Erin whom he had forcefully claimed as his mate, her father brought in his mistress Jillena , a priestess of Dark arts who later claimed Erin was carrying a forbidden child that would bring doom to both Alcazar and the BlackRidge pack. Alcazar, fearing for his own life and an enemy prepared for him by fate, decided to sacrifice her for more powers but fate had other plans. Erin, who had been in labour for three nights, fearing for the life of her child, managed to escape with her handmaiden Nieyve. Jillena, jealous of the Almighty Alpha's devotion and love for Erin, chased them into the forbidden forest of Monsters. Erin bore a daughter and instructed Nieyve to take her child far away. She named the child Marisa(Maris), Jillena thinking Erin dead, returned to the pack. The monsters made from the power of jillena's dark magic and Alcazar's tyranny chase down Erin's handmaiden. To protect her child, Erin used the last of her powers to put up a border between the land that would house her child and the land that houses the forest and the BlackRidge pack. She's raised by the Bloodhound pack as the Alpha's daughter. Maris becomes the one being every monster is terrified of. A mate for the Lycan hybrid who has reason to oppose her father Alcazar, a salvation for wolves, a child carrying the crime of her father and her father's ultimate Archenemy. But ultimately, she's feared for not knowing the extent of her own powers and how much Doom she can bring if she loses control or threads the wrong path like her father Alcazar.

Ethan's life was going well... sort of. With three months to his wedding and almost enough savings to finally quit his stripping job, everything seemed almost perfect… Till his fiancé suddenly dumps him, and he loses everything he's ever built... in the span of one week. Standing at the edge of a storybuilding, he's about to throw himself off to end the suffocating pain when he suddenly gets a call... for an interview with a high-ranking company he never applied to. A company under the renowned Alpha Aurelian Vale. The S-tier Alpha who would change his life forever, and just may be tied to Ethan's present and past in more ways than he could even begin to imagine. The Alpha he THINKS he doesn't know. ******* "Why should I trust you? Isn't playing games the core of your business? Everything is a game to you. Even this... "He says, and I step closer to him... pushing myself against him, as I see fear return to his eyes. "You don't know me, Ethan. "I remind him, and I watch the anger in his eyes melt into stubbornness. "And you also don't know me, Mr. Aurelian! "He retorts, and I smirk. That's the Ethan I like. Feisty. "But I do know you. "I say, and he visibly gulps as beads of sweat begin to form across his forehead. "You're impulsive, stubborn, and daring. You are broken and hurting inside, but you mask all that pain with a smile. Never really healing from them, but burying them. Praying the day doesn't come when they rise from their graves. Your humour is your defence mechanism. It makes you feel stronger when you're intimidated or scared. "I continue, and his jaw drops as he gawks at me. I lean in closer to him, enjoying the heat of the proximity, as I drop low enough for my lips to brush against his ear, and his delicate orchid scent fills my lungs. "Am I wrong? "I question him, and he just blinks back. Visibly stunned by my words. I smile in satisfaction at him before stepping away from him, and once again I hit the emergency stop button. "I know you better than you think, Ethan. The sooner you understand this, the better. "I add before reaching for a cigar in my breast pocket and lighting it. I know it's against the rules, but I don't care. "You might want to cover that. "I say, pointing at the bulge in his pants, and he immediately turns red as he tries to drag his shirt down to cover it. Just then, the elevator doors open, and I smirk as people pour into the elevator, looking between Ethan and me. I see the stink eyes I get because of the cigar in my hand, but I only step out of the elevator because of the infant I see a mother carrying. As I leave Ethan behind, I send him a text. *Meet me in the car.*