"Will you kill many Alphas if you repeat what happened today, talking and smiling in front of me?" He says it seriously, with a hint of jealousy in his voice.
Damián smiles—a delightful and playful smile capable of melting any heart.
"OK, OK, AND OK!"
The two exchange a kiss, and then, to Damián's surprise, Adam takes his hand and spins him, only to pull him back into his arms.
Ahead of Damián and Adam stretches a vast dance floor, a sea of movements and rhythms pulsating to the captivating sound of music. The stage for this symphony of steps is illuminated by a cascade of sparkling lights, dancing in harmony with the beats of the melody.
The dance floor, coated with a polished surface, reflects the glow of the lights, creating a stunning effect that extends to the horizon. The elegantly dressed dancers twirl and glide like stars in their choreography, creating a visual tapestry of passion and skill.
With enthusiasm, Damián asked, "Are you planning to dance?"
Adam whispered in Damián's ear, "I'm going to show you my artistic side."
Absurd or not, Damián realized Adam's need to showcase his pride and worth. Adam led him to the dance floor. Damián was astonished to witness a stunning display before his eyes. Adam Kadman not only knows how to dance; he moves as if each step were a masterpiece on display.
Circling Damián, Adam exhibits his charm with magnetic grace, his body moving in perfect harmony with the captivating music. Every step and every movement are manifestations of confidence and seduction, revealing an artistic and passionate side that Damián didn't know existed. Adam's gaze never wavers from Damián, capturing him in a whirlwind of elegance and desire as the dance floor becomes the stage for a unique dance between two intertwined hearts.
Damián laughs loudly, looking around, only to realize that others were all surprised by Adam's moment.
Damián laughs because the fluid, confident, and sensual movements were a pleasant surprise. Adam is not only good in bed or business. Is there anything he doesn't do well?
All of Adam's attention is focused only on Damián.
It was as if nothing and no one else existed. Damián liked the fact that Adam didn't hesitate; he never hesitated!
Damián felt the music flowing through every fiber of his being, and without the slightest hesitation, he began to move on the dance floor. It was as if the two had practiced that moment many times, each move synchronized and executed with fascinating precision.
Damián's steps intertwined perfectly with Adam's, creating a choreography that seemed like a physical expression of their deep connection. Together, they glided across the dance floor in a dance that transcended the physical and delved into the emotional. The exchanged glances between Damián and Adam spoke volumes; each movement was a statement of mutual understanding. The audience watched in admiration.
As the pulsating beat slows down, the sounds of classics and a slow, intense, and romantic rhythm gradually replace the pulsating beat.
But for Aster, it was a relief to see that Callum managed to control his "passionate" side. He laughed and seemed less tense while dancing with Aster.
Aster had a light but gentle presence compared to Callum.
But for Ava and Henry, who watched all the developments of the scene, they realized that Damián and Aster were showcasing their team.
They are consolidating their presence, and Ava realizes that she should be part of that team. Because who doesn't want to belong to the winning team? When Damián and Aster create an identity, it will be impossible to ignore them.
Marguerite spoke in a soft tone, but her determination resonated clearly as she addressed Ava and Henry, who were attentively watching Aster.
"Even amidst this pompous spectacle, the climb to power is not guaranteed," she warned, casting a serious glance at her children. "We need to organize our positions and be reliable for Aster."
Ava agreed, responding to her mother. "Understood, Mom. Even though I still believe so much in Clarice, I can't imagine a world where she and Callum are not a couple. We need to act carefully without making mistakes. This is crucial."
Marguerite added wisely, "Enormous patience is required before taking action; think firmly and wait. Your loyalty must be genuine, even if real feelings are absent or ambiguous."
"Your sweet personality may disappear when you reach the height of power in the Campbell family," Marguerite emphasized it firmly in her voice.
Let's elevate the level of strategy; go dance close to them. Show Callum that, as a family, we are aligned with Aster's presence.
An imposing screen displayed images of celebrities, important figures, and memorable moments of the night, projecting a captivating visual spectacle.
When Callum and Adam burst onto the dance floor, accompanied by their partners, along
With stars from various sports, Zeki Wilson and his companion became the true highlights of the scene.
"Well, not bad," replied Beatrice Phillips in a playful, disdainful tone, eliciting laughter from those present.
Callum and Adam are like spotlights; they managed to outshine Nathan Caller's glow on the dance floor, Beatrice continued, adding a subtle taunt to Sarah. Like a cunning villain, Beatrice knew how to choose her words to hit people's vulnerabilities.
"Well, well, they're stunning, absolutely perfect," Lady Elizabeth commented, with a malicious smile on her lips. "Don't you think they make a beautiful couple, Beatrice?" She cast a meaningful look at Beatrice, who wrinkled her nose in disapproval but disguised it afterward.
Lady Elizabeth watched James and Taylor amid the crowd, exchanging words. I was hoping that mutual interest would arise between the couple.
"Pippen Rissi is a renowned executive known for her unparalleled business acumen. Her imposing presence and strategic decisions have shaped the industry in which she operates. Admired and respected, Pippen is a prominent figure at any high-profile event.
She and Can-Bey Wilson shared a complex relationship, marked by ups and downs over the years. At high-society events, they were often seen together, almost like a couple. However, Pippen made no demands or expectations of Can-Bey, accepting the ambiguity that permeated their relationship.
Recently, Pippen noticed subtle changes in Can-Bey. In the past few days, something seemed to have transformed in him. Despite not demanding explanations, she noticed a difference in his attitude and behavior. As a friend and confidante, Pippen was attentive to nuances that escaped the eyes of others.
Being at another glamorous event, Pippen, with her usual sagacity, approached Can-Bey with curiosity: "You seem different, my dear. Any exciting news in your life, or is it just your natural charm evolving?" Their relationship, a unique blend of friendship and camaraderie, was about to gain new chapters."
Can-Bey Wilson, pondering his interaction with Mason, observed Adam in the company of his omega, making him reflect on whether his thoughts were being dragged into the past and his patterns.
Pippen Rissi approached, holding two glasses of drink and taking the opportunity for a photo. "We look so elegant! Cheer up and let's dance!"
Pippen looked at Can-Bey with an argumentative look. "You're a complicated man. You don't seem to want to be here; you're bored, but the night is a success. Did you quarrel with your new lover? The fun is over."
Can-Bey replied calmly, "He and I had some minor disagreements. And… I put him in his proper place in the equation."
Pippen insisted, smiling, "Let's dance! I know you like to flaunt and celebrate your successes, like an icon or a titan. And I think you need a friendly shoulder."
Can-Bey, acting like a true gentleman, extended his hand to Pippen, and together they joined the dance floor, surrounded by a constellation of famous people.
Mason (Astra) stood in front of the mirror, his red eyes reflecting the tumultuous complexity of his life. An intense life filled with challenges led him to always evade answers he deemed not in his interest.
Tired of not feeling complete and authentic, Mason realized he was never truly loved. Throughout his existence, he accepted challenges to escape the constant shadow of rejection, engaging in a constant battle since childhood.
The way his mother expressed affection was always peculiar and sometimes dubious. The quest for approval was arduous, and Mason was constantly on guard, seeking the best responses for each step toward others.
However, today, he came to a painful conclusion: some people simply do not like you and will never love you. Exhausted from trying to understand this phenomenon in his life, Mason recognized the futility of seeking approval from everyone.
Once again, he deceived himself by allowing himself to be enveloped by a false sense of love. Those who seem to love him can, in the next moment, act as if he means nothing.
The constant questioning of what his life would be like if he had been deeply loved and praised left him perplexed. Mason always sought answers, longing for attention and trying to understand why he became who he was and why he was not appreciated differently.
The words "I pay you very well" echoed incessantly in his mind, like a constant mantra.
A memory transported him to a performance about the old American West that he had witnessed many years ago, a reenactment of an indigenous tribe dancing around a bonfire, a rain-invoking ceremony.
The Native Americans executed repetitive movements: they crouched, pounded tomahawks on the ground, stood up, spun, creating a characteristic sound, and then started the whole process again in a continuous cycle.
Upon witnessing that dance, Mason realized that his life resembled that of the Native Americans. The same events and feelings he had experienced before unfolded to him like a repetitive dance.
However, a significant difference between him and the Native Americans stood out, a truth that now became clear to Mason: while performing that dance and the repetitive movements, the Native Americans understood the purpose, knew why they were doing it, and knew what they were invoking. They were invoking rain.
But what about him? What was he invoking?
Over several years, he had wondered what he was invoking.
What would be the next reason for his existence? This reflection persisted as a constant echo in his journey, an incessant search for meaning amid the repetitive movements of his dance.
From within, despite trying to ignore it, insistent questions continued to echo. He found himself in a state of starvation, immersed in pain, and, above all, haunted by the persistent fear of loneliness.
Loneliness was his trauma, a word to which he had attached a label, refusing to accept its presence. However, the time had come to confront and learn to live with this reality.
There was no fair price to settle the account of the afflictions he carried. Despite this, it was imperative to settle scores with the past.
His pains were unique—a burden no one else had carried, a fire no one else had felt burning for him.
Firmly determined to take responsibility for his actions as a criminal hacker, he made the inevitable choice: he would surrender to the CIA agent, refusing to once again run away.
Prepared to return to his world, he was ready to face the imminent trial that awaited him.
Through the bedroom window, Mason stared at the expanse of the Wilson mansion's gardens with a mix of resignation and determination. The decision was made: he would not stay another moment in a place that had once again imprisoned him in layers of disappointment and false expectations.