Lady Elizabeth Kadman was in her office, engrossed in her responsibilities as the matriarch of the Kadman family. The environment was filled with elegance, adorned with refined furniture, and carried a gentle aroma of old books.
While reading some documents, Lady Elizabeth was surprised by the arrival of the Butler, Mr. Cecil, delicately holding a bouquet of lush flowers. The petals of the Basal Rosettes were a rare spectacle, standing out for their beauty and elegance.
"A gift, it's from Miss Taylor, for you, Lady Elizabeth," Mr. Cecil said, bowing and extending the bouquet. His voice was polished and courteous, befitting a butler. The accompanying card read, "May these roses brighten your day with their beauty and harmony." Mr. Cecil smiled, showing affection and care upon hearing Lady Elizabeth's voice.
Her face lit up with a genuine expression of surprise and joy. "Oh, Taylor, always charming, she is a good young lady. These flowers are truly magnificent. She really knows how to brighten my day."
While Lady Elizabeth admired the flowers, Butler Mr. Cecil silently, with a serious expression, contrasted the relaxed atmosphere, indicating the seriousness of his purpose.
While Lady Elizabeth enjoyed the beautiful flowers, Butler Mr. Cecil began to express his personal defense about Taylor. "With your permission, Lady Elizabeth," the Butler began, addressing her with respect. "Allow me to state that Miss Taylor, in presenting this gift, not only demonstrates her sincerity in admitting there are no conflicts but also her sincere desire to maintain peace and bonds in the Kadman family."
Lady Elizabeth looked at Butler Mr. Cecil as if the surprise had been welcomed, recognizing the importance of his words. Lady Elizabeth, in turn, nodded, appreciating the presence of the Butler as a sign of consideration.
"Mr. Cecil, Taylor's flowers are a lovely gift. Not just for their beauty, but also for her concern for the well-being of this house," Lady Elizabeth affirmed, raising the flowers as a symbol of appreciation.
Butler Mr. Cecil continued, "And let me assure you, Lady Elizabeth, that Miss Taylor was genuinely concerned about the incident involving Mr. Damián. She showed great consideration, and her intention is to preserve the harmony we all value."
Butler Mr. Cecil continued, "And let me assure you, Lady Elizabeth, that Miss Taylor was genuinely concerned about the incident involving Mr. Damián. She showed great consideration, and her intention is to preserve the harmony we all value."
Lady Elizabeth pondered over the Butler's words, recognizing the importance of maintaining an atmosphere of understanding and collaboration. "I appreciate your words, Mr. Cecil, and your attention and care for Taylor."
Butler Mr. Cecil nodded with respect, and... relieved, smiled discreetly, acknowledging the importance of keeping Taylor in Lady Elizabeth's favor.
With the flowers as a symbol of reconciliation and the Butler's personal defense, the Kadman family office was filled not only with the fragrance of Basal Rosettes but also with a promise of understanding and unity.
Closing the door gently as he departed, Mr. Cecil was determined to show Damián that the birds of the sky do not necessarily obey the wild laws of nature.
The butler, Mr. Cecil, decided to extend his help to Taylor. With his vast understanding of the nuances of society and the dynamics of social play, he recognized that, at times, achieving certain goals requires bold strategies; a single loss does not mean the end of the game; and that, sometimes, to get there, you need to kill a few birds...
Inspired by Damián's suggestion that Taylor needed a magical touch, Mr. Cecil saw the opportunity to brilliantly play the role of a wizard, helping her achieve her goals.
Moved by the determination to show that Damián was overstepping boundaries in his ambition, Mr. Cecil felt internally that Damián occupied a space that did not belong to him.
With the conviction that a fresh start was a viable option, Mr. Cecil decided to take full responsibility and action regarding Taylor, guiding her through a significant transition. With years of experience, he was determined to reveal his full potential, which would be put to the test at the Starry Night Gala.
As soon as Taylor arrived, Mr. Cecil sought her out immediately:
— "I want you to shine, Taylor. I've asked for some favors, and on Saturday, you'll go shopping with me. We need to choose something truly special for the Starry Night Gala event!"
— "It will be a pleasure," Taylor replied, radiating a smile.
In the Phillips Mansion, Beatrice reflected with pride and a certain presumption on how people couldn't take their eyes off the scandalous relationship between Callum Campbell and an unknown omega. For some, it might seem like the plans for Clarice and Callum's marriage were falling apart, but her approach would not be swayed by moral obsession.
With a profound understanding of how the world operated, Beatrice recognized that power, alliances, and the need to be loved could be considered weaknesses. However, she firmly believed that as long as she was feared, she would have control over everything, as people fear power.
Thus, Beatrice could relentlessly proceed with her preparations without hesitation, confident in the outcome she expected.
Amidst the crossfire of interests, it was natural for friends to come together in one way or another. However, Beatrice was convinced that Clarice and Taylor did not need to be aware of her plans. To ensure success, she needed to work alone.
Standing before Clarice's room, Beatrice entered and immediately addressed her with determination:
— "We need to talk."
— "Has something important happened?" Clarice asked, with a tone of concern.
— "In the presence of others, you must smile, be kind, and demonstrate courtesy, as if the harmony and happiness of this omega and Callum are the top priority. Make this clear to everyone around you, especially to Lady Sarah and Callum, that your desire is only the best for him."
— "Why?" Clarice asked.
— "Don't worry, my dear, I'll take care of everything. I promise: green hills, dreams, and rainbows..." Beatrice said.
— "Just do what I'm telling you, be the best. Everything is possible, and life is full of surprises. I know you always wonder: What will happen, what will happen? Clarice, there are endless possibilities!" she concluded, casting a confident gaze toward the uncertain future.
In the Stonehenge gallery, Emeline was delighted but also somewhat apprehensive upon receiving a visit from her brother Jack. As they entered her office, Emeline wasted no time:
— "Did you bring what I asked for?"
Jack responded with a questioning look, handing over the box he had been carrying all along. — "I think we need to talk."
— "Any Alpha can feel betrayed by their omega, secretly taking medication to avoid having children."
— "Emeline, do you realize how dangerous this can be?"
— "An omega rejecting an Alpha's children is a serious offense!"
Taking a step back, Emeline looked again at her box, trying to check if all the injectable medications were inside it.
Nervously, she realized that Jack was right: this could indeed be considered a betrayal to an Alpha and his family. Alphas and Omegas are known to
have children soon after the bond.
— "It's for a short time, Damián and Aster are not ready for such responsibility."
Jack looked at Emeline in silence for a few seconds.
— "I understand, I read the news about Callum Campbell, is he the Alpha who marked Aster?"
— "This is the last time I'm going to risk it—there's enough medicine in the box for three months."
— "And I don't want you three to take any more risks."
Emeline, Aster, and Damián quickly gathered after Jack's departure.
Distressed, Emeline shared the conversation she had with Jack and his concern and reasons.
Aster assured Emeline that three months would be enough:
— "We just need to find a way. I don't think it's the right time, and I can't talk about it with Callum or Lady Sarah."
Damián listened attentively to the fragile justification Aster created for Emeline.
But for Damián, he couldn't abandon his old self. He simply replied:
— "Men don't get pregnant!" — Expressing his real thoughts.
Damián wanted to talk about his life of struggle, punches, and killing. He always had to fight for everything he wanted, and nothing could change the destiny that was set for him.
A man with no choices, a puppet with strings on his feelings and desires? Not him!
Emeline looked surprised at Damián, wanting to understand. After all, he was an omega:
— "So what if you're a man? You're an omega!"
Aster looked at Damián angrily, swallowing and suppressing the urge to spill everything.
This new life is suffocating. Damián thought...
Emeline stared at him firmly...
— "Don't you find it strange? I didn't understand, what do you mean?"
— "Why would I? We didn't learn that in schools, and it's not what we are?"
— "And yet, it's totally normal."
Aster intervened:
— "It's just for a while, Emeline. We won't do it anymore; we're just a bit lost."
Emeline asked:
— "Promise me?"
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Later...
Damián arrived at the Kadman mansion in silence. Moving quickly, he hurried up the stairs, avoiding any encounters at that moment. He longed for peace and tranquility, but the incessant questions in his mind had no answers. Why couldn't anything go right?
Guilt haunted him. Was it the truth that haunted him? Were there no virtues in his actions? As he lay on the bed, a sense of insanity enveloped him. He closed his eyes, desperately trying to clear his mind, but it was an impossible task.
His mind continued to reflect on all the tumultuous events.
The sound of approaching footsteps indicated Adam's presence. Damián continued to stare at the ceiling, taking deep breaths, lacking the courage to meet Adam's eyes. Even if it was burning, even if it was breathtaking, sometimes...
The mattress sank as Adam settled beside him, his strong breath finding Damián's face. Adam's rough voice, with a strong timbre, sent a shiver through Damián's body.
"It's the truth that haunts."
Damián tried to resist desperately, although his body betrayed him, craving for Adam.
— "Is something wrong, Damián?"
— "I miss home."
— "You're home, and..."
— "Don't play with me, Damián. You have no idea what you're dealing with."
Damián replied challengingly:
— "Then tell me, Mr. Adam Kadman, what am I dealing with?"
Adam took a deep breath, his hot lips sliding over Damián's skin. Everything intensified. Damián's head was a chaos; his body pulsed with desire, moaning softly under Adam's tender touches.
Adam could only think of Damián, how he knew exactly how to fill his chaotic mind.
— "Maybe I need to be with you all night," he growled, reaching for Damián's mouth.
Damián's wild hunger melted his body under the weight of desire.
Adam's hands were entwined in his hair, their mouths completely sealed.
This was a point of no return.
In that moment of intensity, Adam's pheromones, imbued with the rich fragrance of agarwood, intertwined with Damián's olfactory pyramid, composed of notes of iris, jasmine, sandalwood, vanilla, amber, tonka bean, and musk. An exchange of essences that transcended mere physicality, creating an aromatic symphony that communicated attraction in a unique way.
— "Adam held Damián with agility, and in the next moment, began to tie him with his tie.
Damián, shocked and panting, experienced an unprecedented excitement. He, who knew only the weaknesses of love, was about to discover its complexities.
Adam slid his hand through Damián's hair and held it firmly, tilting his head back and exposing his neck. His lips traced kisses from the neck to the ear.
This exchange of pheromones provoked an intense reaction in Damián; his nipples instantly hardened.
While Adam explored, even with his hands tied, Damián tried to caress his body, wanting to feel every part.
Adam descended to Damián's belly, licking his navel and waist, causing shivers.
Suddenly, Adam pulled away, plunging the room into silence before soft music filled the air.
Damián felt the bed move and realized he was there, surrendered to the surreal experience. His heart rate soared, and the reality of his dark identity seemed to fade.
Adam returned, nibbling on Damián's neck and moving up to the ear. Intense sensations dominated Damián, whose moans now escaped unrestrained.
With lips on Damián's parted mouth, Adam kissed him with fiery passion.
Breaths became deeper, and sensations escalated.
Aster then felt Damián's hot tongue sucking his nipples, heightening pleasure.
Adam continued his exploration, descending between the nipples to the gates of Damián's intimacy.
Kisses on the wet lingerie intensified sensations, while Adam traversed the path to the pleasure gates.
Damián's lingerie was soaked, and Adam pulled it aside, initiating a series of caresses, kisses, sucks, and bites in the sensitive region.
While Adam proceeded, Damián struggled, driven by growing desire, begging to be untied, but Adam remained deaf to his pleas.
Damián surrendered completely, enjoying intensely when Adam tore his lingerie, without interrupting the caresses.