LOGINSilas read the message over and over again, the cold words burning into his retinas as he lay in bed. He spent the entire night tossing and turning, caught in a fitful, restless sleep that brought no relief.By the next morning, he couldn't take the confinement of his room anymore. He joined his men on the field to train them. He shouldn't have, his body was exhausted and his mind was a chaotic wreck but he desperately needed to put his thoughts at rest.More than that, he needed to get away from Beatrice. She had been pestering him relentlessly since sunrise, demanding they film cute videos for her social media, asking for petty kisses for the cameras, and forcing him onto occasional calls with the Prime Minister, who seemed determined to guide him through everything he needed to know to be a proper son-in-law in less than a day of engagement. But the distraction of the training field didn't stop the ache. Elara wasn't in the White House, she didn't stay over the night and her abse
There was a huge, roaring applause the moment she stopped talking. The clapping rolled through the grand hall in waves, some delegates cheering with genuine fervor while others joined in out of sheer political obligation, stunned by the sheer weight of her presence. As the ovation slowly died down, Elara turned her head, her sharp eyes finding her father standing near the upper tier."I am going to provide a stable government for my people," she said, her voice dropping into a deep, steady cadence that resonated across the room. "The people that my father will entrust me with in the future. Everyone deserves to have a place in my government. Too much discrimination is the reason why a young Alpha bullies a full-grown Omega with the mind that he has superiority over them. That is not disrespect. How can respect be based entirely on where you stand in the order? How do we move this nation forward? Let's call for change!!!"The crowd erupted again, the word ‘change’ echoing against the
"He doesn't have greed?" Calvin asked with a low, mocking chuckle, "For someone who dared touch what doesn't belong to him, and you say he doesn't have greed? The president's daughter, six years his senior.""When did our species start caring so much about ages?" Elara countered smoothly, her voice a sharp, dangerous thread beneath her public mask."Of course you won't care because he's an omega," Calvin hissed, his eyes catching the light from a nearby camera drone as he leaned closer, "What if I decided to have a taste of him? I want to know what a male omega tastes like."Elara paused in her tracks immediately. The sudden halt was almost imperceptible to the crowd, but the internal shift was seismic.Her entire body went rigid, a cold, predatory instinct flaring in her chest. For a split second, her protective Alpha aura threatened to bleed through the airwaves, but she forced it back down, plastering a warm, beautifully serene smile across her face as she looked up at him."Calv
The cameras exploded in a rapid, synchronized frenzy.She pulled back just an inch, her breath uneven as she stared into his cold, unmoving eyes. "Please smile," she whispered under her breath, her voice trembling beneath the weight of her desperation. "It's a beautiful day for me, Silas. Don't ruin it."Silas forced his jaw to unlock, pulling the corners of his mouth upward into a stiff, practiced smile that didn't reach his eyes. He wrapped a rigid arm around Beatrice's waist, pulling her close to his side as the cameras continued to whirr around them."Thank you," Beatrice muttered under her breath, her posture instantly relaxing against him as they crossed the threshold into the grand reception hall.The moment the heavy double doors swung open, a wall of sound hit them. A massive sea of dignitaries, military officials, and high-society families sat at tiered banquet tables, their faces illuminated by the constant, blinding flash of media cameras.The Master of Ceremonies stood a
A stylist worked through her hair in long, deliberate sections. Another moved near her face with the focused attention of a painter, and Elara kept her eyes forward and her expression composed, and cooperated with all of it without complaint, which was perhaps the most unsettling thing about her that morning to the people who knew her.But could she dare complain, she wore a smile briefly even when she could still hear the buzzing of her phone.The camera crew had been permitted in at her request.And she began to announce it herself, a candid vlog, unscripted, an invitation to her audience to follow the morning as it unfolded. The crew of two moved quietly through the suite, keeping their distance but keeping their lenses trained, and Elara acknowledged them occasionally with the practiced ease of someone who had grown up understanding that an audience was simply part of the architecture of her life.The interview segment began just past ten, the journalist settling into the chair t
The engagement day arrived the way all unavoidable things do, quietly, without drama, slipping in through the morning light as if it were nothing more than a Tuesday.The White House had been awake since before dawn.Staff moved through the corridors in organised streams, arms full of florals and linen and the kind of soft panic that only occurs when an event has been planned to within an inch of its life and everyone is terrified of the one inch that has not. The east gardens had been dressed overnight, ivory draping threaded through the hedgerows, long banquet tables arranged beneath white canopies that caught the early breeze and swelled gently outward like sails. Crystal caught the morning light and threw it in every direction. Caterers moved in and out of the service entrance with the focused efficiency of a military operation, silver trays stacked high, the smell of slow-roasted lamb and poached pears and warm bread already bleeding out into the open air before the first guest
Silas was quiet for a moment. Then, slowly, he reached up and pressed the pad of his thumb against her cheek, wiping the tears from her face with a gentleness that Elara found, against her will, difficult to watch."Stop crying," he said quietly. "I'm sorry. But you know that I don't—"Beatrice's e
Prime Minister studied him for a long moment before something in his face shifted, the tension releasing into something surprisingly mild. "Why are you sorry?" he said, and the gentleness of it was almost harder to absorb than anger would have been. "Every alpha has their phase with omegas. You're
She looked at him coldly, her expression a mask of indifference she had spent a decade perfecting. She averted her gaze almost immediately, staring out at the receding landscape of the life she was abandoning."Does my father know that I'm coming back?""Yes er... He sent me to pick you. I'm now hi
"Is there anything you regret at the moment?" The therapist asked.Elara’s eyes closed, the salt of her tears stinging the raw skin of her cheeks. Her heart bobbed up and down in her chest. She couldn't even say no. How could she? The memories were everywhere, clinging to the corners of her vision







