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"I thought you were the man who saved me. I didn't know you were the one who set the fire." The day my father gambled away my life was the day I learned that some monsters don't have claws—they wear tailored suits and drink vintage scotch. To the world, Abram is a philanthropist, a billionaire, and the undisputed King of the Lycan Underground. To me, he is the man who bought my freedom for the price of a debt he secretly engineered. He calls me his "Little Wolf." He dresses me in diamonds that feel like cold chains and keeps me in a soundproof penthouse where my screams are just background music to his obsession. He is the Gentle Gaslighter. He whispers that he loves me while he wipes the blood of my past from his hands. He tells me I have nowhere else to go, forgetting that he was the one who burned every bridge behind me. But Abram made one fatal mistake: He taught me how to survive him. Underneath my silk gowns and practiced smiles, the girl he "broke" is dead. In her place is a master manipulator who has learned to weaponize his own obsession against him. I will let him mark me. I will let him believe he won. And when he is at his highest, I will show him that a velvet noose still strangles just as surely as a hemp one. He told me I was his entire world. Now, I’m going to end it. Tropes: * Mafia Alpha x Captive Omega * Age Gap (42 & 20) * He Falls First (Obsession) * Vengeance/Revenge Rebirth * Betrayal & Tragic Twist
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"You're late." Abram didn't turn from the stove. The smell of frying garlic and sea salt filled the small, sun-drenched kitchen. He flipped a fillet of bass with the precision of a man who used to handle a different kind of steel."The engine stalled." I dropped the bag of groceries on the wooden table. My lower back ached, the weight of the eight-month bump pulling at my spine. "And Leo found a 'treasure' near the old lighthouse.""A treasure?" Abram turned, wiping his hands on a grease-stained apron. The brand on his chest had faded to a silver ghost of a scar. He looked younger. The red in his eyes had settled into a warm, human brown. "What did you find, kid?"Leo stepped into the light. He wasn't holding a sharpened shell. He was holding a battered, salt-crusted compass. He held it up, his small fingers steady. "It points to the mountains, Papa. Not the sea.""That’s because we’re done with the sea." Abram knelt, ruffling the boy’s hair. Leo didn't flinch. He leaned into the touc
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"Is it sharp enough to kill a man?" Leo held the jagged shell up to the light. The sun caught the fractured edge, turning the calcium white into a predatory glint.I stopped breathing. The salt air in my lungs turned to lead. I looked at my son. He was three. Three years old, sitting in the white sand of a beach that was supposed to be our sanctuary."It’s just a shell, Leo." My voice came out as a raspy thin line. I knelt beside him, my knees crunching on the dried seaweed and grit. "Put it down. We need to go back to the house. Papa is waiting.""Papa is sleeping." Leo didn't look at me. He ran his thumb along the edge of the shell. A thin, red line appeared on his skin. He didn't flinch. He didn't pull away. He watched the blood bead up, dark and heavy, before it dripped into the sand. "He’s been sleeping since the loud noises started.""Leo—""He has a hole in his head, Mama. Like the one I made in the moth." He turned the shell over in his small, steady hands. "Does the blood mea
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"Hand me the whiskey." Abram didn’t look at me. He kept his eyes on the horizon, where the sea swallowed the sun. His fingers traced the jagged 'S' branded into his chest. The skin around it was still pink, still angry."You've had enough." I stayed in the shadows of the porch. My hand rested on my stomach. Flat. For now. "The doctor said your liver is already doing most of the heavy lifting for this family.""The doctor is a local drunk with a shaky hand." Abram let out a dry, rattling cough. He leaned back in the creaking chair. "He’s just happy I haven't broken his fingers yet. Besides, we're celebrating.""Celebrating what? Another day without a bullet in the door?" I walked to the railing. The salt air stung the raw skin of my neck."We did it, Elara." He finally looked at me. His eyes were bloodshot, but they had that old, terrifying light. The Sovereign. "No Syndicate. No fathers. No lab. We’re free.""No one is ever free, Abram." I pulled the folded sonogram from my pocket. I
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"Take the boy and go through the cellar." Abram shoved the Beretta into his waistband, his chest heaving. The salt on his skin had turned to a cold, sticky film."I'm not leaving you here to die for a 'King' who won't even mourn you." I gripped the handle of the heavy kitchen knife. My knuckles were white. Blood from the earlier struggle had dried into a stiff, brown crust on my floral nightgown."It’s not an ask, Elara. Get him to the boat." Abram grabbed my shoulders. His fingers dug in. Hard. He was shaking. Not from the fear of the black cars crawling up the gravel path, but from the raw, jagged realization that the silence of the village was a lie."The boats are already in the harbor, Abram. We’re surrounded." I looked at the window. The searchlights from the tactical ships were sweeping the cliffs. White knives cutting the dark. "The 'Glass Empire' didn't just crack. It's dust."Leo sat on the floor between us. He wasn't crying. He wasn't hiding. He had a small, sharp stick in
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"Go back to sleep, Abram. It’s just the wind rattling the shutters." Elara’s voice was a low, steady anchor in the dark, but her body was already a coiled spring. She lay perfectly still, her eyes fixed on the sliver of moonlight cutting across the bedroom floor.Abram grunted, a deep, guttural sou
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"Where the hell is the rest of it, Pietro? This envelope feels light. Way too light for a week's worth of protection on the northern passage." Abram leaned against the rusted doorframe of the warehouse, his shadow stretching long and jagged across the concrete floor. He didn't look at the gun tucke
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"Check the perimeter, Vane. If a single Council drone picks up the heat from this cellar, we’re done before the sun hits the horizon." Abram shoved the heavy stone hatch upward, his shoulder muscles bunching and screaming under the strain. Dust and ash filtered down, coating his sweat-slicked face
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"Check the intake, Abram! The pressure is dropping and this whole goddamn deck is tilting!" Vane’s voice cracked, a jagged rasp against the roar of the seawater rushing through the punctured hull. He slammed his shoulder against a jammed lever, the rusted metal groaning but refusing to budge.Abram
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