LOGINI was burning alive from the inside.
"Please," I gasped, clutching Liam's suit jacket like it was the only thing keeping me from shattering. "I can't take this. Make it stop."
Liam's arms stayed around me, strong and steady, but he didn't move to claim me. His hands just held me through the worst of the wave, one palm rubbing slow circles on my back.
"Aiden, breathe," he murmured. "I'm right here."
I shoved my face against his chest, inhaling his scent. It made everything worse and better at the same time. "You smell so good. Too good. I hate it. I need you. Just... just take me already. That's what you're here for, right?"
My voice broke on the last word. Shame flooded me, hot and ugly, but the heat didn't care. It clawed at my insides, demanding.
Liam tilted my chin up gently, forcing me to meet his eyes. "Not like this. Not when you're barely conscious and fighting yourself."
I laughed bitterly, the sound cracking. "Since when do Alphas care about consent? Just fuck me. Get it over with. I used to be the one in control. Now look at me. Begging."
His thumb brushed my lower lip. The tenderness in that small touch nearly undid me. "I care because it's you. And because you're carrying our child."
The words hit like ice water thrown on fire. I jerked back, but his arms didn't let me go far. "What the hell did you just say? Stop saying that. Stop lying to me."
"I'm not lying," Liam said, voice low and rough. "The doctors told me before I even walked into your room. The bloodwork showed it. Early, but real."
I pushed harder against his chest, panic mixing with the unbearable need. "You're full of shit. I would remember if... if something like that happened. This is just some twisted way to control me. To make the fallen Alpha even weaker."
Liam's grip loosened but he stayed close, kneeling with me on the lounge floor. "Aiden, listen to me. The differentiation messed with your memory. It happens. But the tests don't lie. You're pregnant."
"Shut up!" I snarled, tears stinging my eyes again. I hated crying. I hated all of this. "I was supposed to be untouchable. Now you're telling me I'm knocked up like some pathetic Omega who can't keep control? I refuse to believe it."
Another wave crashed over me. I cried out, doubling forward. My hands fisted in his shirt as my body trembled violently.
Liam pulled me against him again, murmuring soft words I barely heard through the roaring in my ears. "I've got you. Let it pass. I'm not going anywhere."
I pressed my forehead to his shoulder, breathing in his scent like a drug. "Why are you being so gentle? It makes this worse. I don't deserve gentle. I used to break people like you in boardrooms."
"You didn't break me," he said quietly. "I was always watching you. Waiting for the right moment. This isn't how I wanted it to happen, but I'm here now."
I lifted my head, staring at him through hazy vision. "You were watching me? What does that even mean? Were you planning to take me down all along?"
"No." His hand cupped my face again, thumb wiping away a tear. "I wanted you. The real you. Not the Alpha mask. Not the empire heir. Just you."
The heat flared hotter. I whimpered, pressing closer despite myself. My hips moved on their own, seeking friction. Shame burned through me but I couldn't stop.
"Please, Liam," I whispered, voice breaking completely. "Just do it already. That's what you're here for. Claim me. Fill me. Make this fire stop."
He held my face between both hands now, eyes dark with hunger but still so damn controlled. "Not like this. And not when you're carrying our child."
I laughed again, the sound wet and broken. "There you go with that bullshit again. Our child. Like this is some fairytale. Like I asked for any of this."
The wave eased slightly, leaving me trembling and exhausted in his arms. I hated how safe I felt. How right his arms felt around my broken body.
"Why won't you just take what I'm offering?" I asked, voice small. "Any other Alpha would have me bent over already. Why are you torturing me like this?"
Liam's expression cracked for the first time. Real emotion flashed across his face. Pain. Longing. Something deep and terrifying. "Because I don't want to take. I want you to choose me. Even now. Especially now."
I stared at him, chest heaving. "Choose you? I don't even know you. Not really. You're just... the highest match. The safe option."
"Am I?" he challenged softly. "Or did you pick my name because some part of you already knew?"
I didn't have an answer. The heat was building again, slower this time but just as merciless. I clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in through his suit jacket.
"I feel like I'm losing my mind," I confessed, voice shaking. "Everything I was... it's gone. And now you're telling me there's a baby? I can't... I can't be someone's father. Or mother. Whatever the hell I am now."
"You're still Aiden," he said firmly. "Still the man who built half that empire with his bare hands. This doesn't erase that. It just changes things."
"Changes everything," I corrected bitterly. "My uncle Henry will destroy me if he finds out. He'll use this to take it all."
Liam's arms tightened around me. "He won't touch you. Or the baby. I won't let him."
I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to. But trust was a luxury I couldn't afford anymore. Another spike of heat hit me and I moaned against his neck, body arching involuntarily.
"Touch me," I begged. "At least touch me. I need something. Please."
His hand slid down my back, soothing but never crossing the line I kept pushing toward. "I am touching you. I'm holding you through this. That's what you need right now."
I hated him for being right. Hated how my body relaxed slightly in his arms even as my mind raged. "You're too good at this. Too calm. It pisses me off."
A small, strained smile touched his lips. "Trust me, I'm not calm. You have no idea what you're doing to me right now."
"Then show me," I whispered, pressing closer. "Stop holding back."
The lounge door suddenly opened. A doctor stepped in, eyes widening slightly at the scene before her.
"Mr. Grey, I have the official results from the full panel," she said, voice professional but urgent. "The pregnancy is viable. Early stages, but progressing normally given the circumstances."
I froze in Liam's arms, the words sinking in like lead. Viable. Real. Not a lie.
Before I could respond, my phone buzzed on the floor where it had fallen earlier. I reached for it with a shaking hand and opened the message.
It was from my uncle Henry.
"The family has been informed. Come home immediately."
The words blurred in front of my eyes. The heat, the pregnancy, my crumbling empire. Everything closed in at once.
I looked up at Liam, terror and need warring inside me.
"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" I whispered.
"I am a masterpiece of artifice, and the truth is the only thing I cannot afford."I hear his footsteps before I see him. They are measured, heavy, and rhythmic. The kind of stride that expects the world to move out of the way. I am curled on the chaise in the conservatory, a thin blanket draped over my legs, my eyes fluttering shut as I hear the door click. I force my breathing to slow, to mimic the shallow, jagged pattern of someone drowning in their own exhaustion."Aiden?"My father’s voice is like grinding stone. I open my eyes, letting them appear glazed, unfocused. I struggle to prop myself up, my hands trembling with a calculated, rhythmic instability."Father? I didn't think you were coming today," I whisper, my voice cracking perfectly.He stands over me, his shadow stretching across the floor tiles. He isn't looking at my face. He is looking at my hands, at the way I grip the blanket, assessing the fragility I have curated for him."Liam told me you were worsening," he says
"My father is not a savior, he is the architect of the cage."I stare at the floorboards where his shoes clicked just moments ago. The echo of his arrival still vibrates in my chest, a reminder that I am surrounded by predators wearing the faces of kin. The drug Elena pumped into my system is a heavy fog, making my limbs feel like lead, but my mind is a sharp, jagged blade. I crawl toward the desk, pushing past the pain. The man in the suit is gone, left behind in the chaos of my father’s unexpected entrance.I reach the hidden terminal. My fingers are clumsy, but I force them to work. I need to know where the money went. I need to know how they plan to finish me.The screen flickers. Rows of numbers spill out, meaningless at first, then coalescing into a pattern. I follow the trail of wire transfers. It leads away from the company, away from the legal reach of the board, and into a deep, dark forest of shell companies.My breath hitches. The last account, the one holding the bulk of
"I thought I was finally alone, but the house is still breathing."I let the words slip out as I lock the heavy iron door behind me. My private estate is miles from the city, a tomb of stone and glass nestled deep in the woods. I drop my bags, the weight of them dragging me toward the floor. I press my palm to my stomach, feeling the slow, rhythmic roll of the baby. We made it. For now, we are out."Aiden?"I spin around, my heart slamming against my ribs. It’s just Elena, my nurse, standing in the foyer with a tray of medication. She looks at me with those soft, tired eyes that used to make me feel safe. Now, they just look like glass."You startled me," I say, my voice raspy. I try to steady my breath, to sink back into the character I have been forced to play. "I didn't expect you to be here tonight.""Liam asked me to stay," she says, stepping closer. She holds out the plastic cup with the blue pill. "He said you were distressed after the meeting. He’s worried about your heart, Ai
The air in the boardroom is so thin it feels like I am breathing glass.I sit at the head of the long, polished mahogany table, the wood cold against my palms. My hands are folded over my stomach, shielding the small, hard bump that has become my only compass. Liam is standing in the shadows by the glass wall, arms crossed, his silhouette a constant, looming pressure. He thinks I am broken. He thinks the trauma of last night, the bullets, and the shadows have left me too brittle to hold my own weight.He has no idea that the knife is already buried in his back."Aiden, you look exhausted," Julian, the chairman, says from the far end of the table. He leans forward, his gold cufflinks catching the morning sun. "Are you sure you shouldn't have stayed home? You look like you haven't slept in a week."I force a smile, feeling the stretch of skin across my cheekbones. "I appreciate the concern, Julian. Really. But there are things that need to be said.""We can handle the quarterly review,"
"You think you’re my savior, Liam, but you’re just the parasite who killed the host."I didn’t whisper it. I didn’t shout it. I let the words fall like lead weights into the silence of the bedroom, watching the way his face shifted, the way the smug, possessive warmth in his eyes flickered and died.He stood by the window, his silhouette dark against the moonlit garden. He turned slowly, his glass of scotch catching the light, his posture regal, untouchable. "Aiden, you’re tired. Your blood sugar is low. You’re confused.""I’m done," I said, rising from the bed. I didn't care about the mask anymore. My legs were steady, my grip on the edge of the dresser firm. I pulled the thumb drive from the lining of my coat—the coat I had kept hanging in the closet like a relic of a life he had tried to erase. "I’m done with the pills. I’m done with the nurses. And I am definitely done with the lies."He took a step toward me, his brow furrowed in that imitation of concern that used to make me mel
The silence in this room is no longer empty, it is a lie. I stare at the three tiny black devices sitting on my nightstand, their little red lights blinking like the eyes of a demon, and I feel something snap inside me. Not the fragile, weeping snap of a broken Omega, but the sharp, dangerous click of a blade being drawn from a sheath. I was an apex predator for years. I built an empire on the corpses of men who thought they were smarter than me. I might be bleeding, I might be carrying this burden in my belly, but I am not dead yet.I hear the heavy tread of boots in the hallway. Liam. He is coming, probably to check on his investment, to see if his little pet is still behaving. I quickly sweep the bugs into a drawer, my movements smooth and deliberate. I smooth out my shirt, force the tension out of my jaw, and sit on the edge of the bed. I slump my shoulders just enough to look defeated, just enough to look like the wounded bird he wants me to be.The door opens. Liam stands there,







