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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)

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Alphas don’t submit. They can’t. It’s a fundamental fact of life.

But when Anthony Blake’s rut turns deadly, Michael Terlaine has an impossible choice: Do the unthinkable and submit, or watch his best friend die.

The act should have been degrading. Instead, it awakens a part of Michael that shouldn’t exist. Desire. Craving. Obsession.

Anthony remembers nothing, but he knows Michael is different—a bewildering, intoxicating mix of subservience and aggression. One touch could ignite a fire they can’t control… and reveal the secret that would ruin them both

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Chapter 1

“Leave me.”

The words came out low and strained through Anthony’s gritted teeth. His broad shoulders were rigid, his breath ragged. He was sweating, but the stench of alpha pheromones—thick, sharp, and domineering—was far more abrasive than the sweat.

Michael covered his nose with his hand, trying to breathe shallowly. His every instinct screamed. The proximity of another alpha in rut made it nearly impossible to stay still. The urge to bare his teeth and fight clawed at him, growing harder to suppress with every passing second.

“You know I can’t do that,” Michael said, with forced levity. “And where would I go? We’re literally in the middle of nowhere.”

They were. Planet Belith was a Class F world—it had breathable air, but it was unsuitable for colonization due to its extreme volcanic activity and dangerous native predators. The former was why they were stranded here, after an eruption had damaged their ship. The latter was why Anthony was in rut.

In hindsight, maybe they should have been more careful. But there was no way they could’ve known the thing they were hunting carried venom that did... this.

“You sure the long-range communicator’s busted too?” Anthony bit out.

“Yes,” Michael snapped, sharper than he’d intended. “I’ve checked twice. There’s no signal.” He sighed and started pacing. “I knew we shouldn’t have come here. We could’ve picked literally any other planet—one that didn’t want to kill us—just to scratch your itch for danger.”

Anthony’s scent spiked. He turned his head and growled, low and warning.

Michael fought the urge to react. It took everything he had not to stiffen, not to bare his teeth in response. He was better than that. Stronger than his instincts. Anthony was his friend.

“I’m not blaming you,” he said, striving for calm, for something placating. It wasn’t very convincing, but under the circumstances, that was understandable.

Anthony’s blue eyes pinned him for a moment before he turned away, dragging a hand through his dark hair. “You should,” he said curtly. “I never should have brought you along.”

Michael scoffed. “And what? You would’ve just died here alone?”

A harsh laugh tore from Anthony’s throat. “It’s not exactly comforting knowing you’ll watch me be reduced to little better than an animal before I die. I’d like to keep some dignity.”

“You’re not going to die,” Michael said tightly, his stomach twisting with unease. It had been in knots ever since the medical droid had delivered the prognosis: Anthony was unlikely to survive this unnatural rut. It wasn’t a normal rut. They had no antidote for the strange venom that had triggered it, and they were stranded—far from civilization, far from any omegas who might have helped Anthony through it.

“We both know that’s not true,” Anthony said without looking at him. He drew in a slow breath and then added quietly, “I can feel it, Michael.”

A shiver crawled up Michael’s spine.

“Feel what?” he said.

“Feel my control slipping. I’m hanging on by a thread,” Anthony muttered, heaving a sigh as he rubbed a hand over his face. “And your presence isn’t helping. You stink. No offense.”

Michael let out a humorless laugh. “None taken. You don’t exactly smell like flowers, either.”

Honestly, it was a miracle they hadn’t come to blows yet. As a rule, alphas didn’t tolerate each other’s presence during a rut—territorial instincts always flared too hot, friendship be damned.

Then again, the fact that they were such good friends in the first place was a bit of a miracle, too.

Anthony Blake had first reached out to him five years ago to apologize on his younger brother’s behalf after Liam had very publicly rejected Michael’s suit. They’d ended up grabbing a drink, discovered a few shared interests—like hunting and racing—and something had just clicked.

It hadn’t been just the hobbies, though. Michael’s laid-back attitude balanced Anthony’s dry sarcasm and biting cynicism. In the years since, there hadn’t been many days when Michael hadn’t seen him.

Michael knew their closeness surprised people. Even setting aside the awkwardness of his failed courtship of Anthony’s brother, most alphas struggled to maintain real friendships. Their territorial instincts usually got in the way. But it had never been like that with him and Ant.

That said, it would be a lie to say they’d never butted heads. They had. There were times Anthony’s abrasive, domineering personality grated on Michael’s nerves. Times when his sharp alpha scent made Michael’s hackles rise, instinct flaring hot with the urge to assert dominance.

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Total pages in book: 65
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The perfect jailer and the perfect bodyguard… or the perfect man?

As the youngest son of a sheikh, Gadiel’s tired of living a lie and staying in the closet. His plans to run away with a handsome, flirtatious American are thwarted when Gadiel’s family forces a bodyguard on him who’s paid to watch his every move.

Will Summers wasn’t looking for a new job. When his cousin talks him into becoming the bodyguard of the spoiled prince he’s infatuated with, Will is less than enthused. He doesn’t expect to start liking his new charge—or thinking of him as his property.

Gadiel hates Will immediately. He’s the most infuriating, unshakable man he’s ever met. He drives him crazy—but his anger turns into a fixation. He shouldn’t be so obsessed with his straight, controlling bodyguard when he’s already met the man of his dreams.

Will knows Gadiel’s just a job. Giving in, indulging his need to be touched, would be wrong. And Gadiel knows Will can never be his.

But as loyalties begin to shift and lines blur, Will’s professional protectiveness twists into possessiveness—and something far more dangerous

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Chapter 1

“I want you to become my boyfriend’s bodyguard.”

Will Summers stared across the table at his cousin. “What?” Was it a joke?

But Scott repeated, “I want you to become my boyfriend’s bodyguard.”

“I didn’t even know you had a boyfriend,” Will said, keeping his voice low. In the past half a year in this country, he’d learned to be careful when they talked about his cousin’s sexuality. Dubai might be more cosmopolitan than other areas of the UAE, but that didn’t mean much. Just the other day he’d seen an article about some men being arrested for “public indecency”—a chaste kiss. Talking about Scott’s love life might be safe enough, but it didn’t hurt to be careful.

Scott shrugged, a sheepish smile curling his lips. “It’s kind of new. And to be fair, he isn’t my boyfriend yet. But I’d like him to be.” He leaned forward, his blue-gray eyes gleaming with excitement. “I know he’s The One for me, Will.”

Will scoffed. “You said the same about your previous boytoy—what was his name? Travis? He didn’t last two weeks.”

“This is different,” Scott said. “I’m in love, I swear.”

Will raised his eyebrows. For all of his cousin’s propensity for fleeting infatuations, it had been a while since he’d claimed to be in love. Possibly a year. “All right, I’ll humor you: you’re in love. Congratulations. Why do you want me to be your crush’s bodyguard?”

Scott grimaced and, looking around, lowered his voice. “He’s the son of the local sheikh. He has a security detail 24/7. I can’t get close to him at all. But if you become his—”

“Hold on,” Will said, frowning and leaning closer. “He’s the son of the sheikh of Dubai? Are you out of your mind?”

Scott gave a crooked smile. “I can’t help who I fall in love with, all right? The heart wants what the heart wants.”

“The heart?” Will said dryly. More like Scott’s dick.

Scott smirked. “All right, maybe not just my heart. But you’d understand if you saw him! He’s, like, the hottest little thing I’ve ever seen. Gorgeous lips and eyes and ass—”

“Scott,” Will said with a grimace. “I’m not interested in his... assets. And it doesn’t matter. Have you lost your mind? Don’t you understand how dangerous it is?”

“Of course I do! I’m not an idiot.” Scott’s expression became dreamy. “But he’s such an angel, it’s impossible not to fall in love with him. He’s The One for me, really.”

Will sighed inwardly. Maybe it was cynical of him, but it was hard to believe, considering that Scott seemed to find his so-called The One every other month. Will couldn’t say he could relate. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt more than mildly interested in anyone. If they didn’t look so alike—both tall, light-eyed brunets—Will would question their blood relationship.

“Are you really willing to go to jail for that guy?” Will said, pulling out his phone. He opened Google and searched for the sheikh of Dubai.

Hmm...

The sheikh of Dubai had three sons. The eldest was in his late thirties and married. He was also definitely not Scott’s type. The middle son was in his early thirties and objectively handsome, but his hard, cold gaze was unlikely to inspire such sappy nonsense.

The third son...

Will made a face as he studied the picture. The guy—the kid—was drop-dead gorgeous, he’d give him that. Wavy brown, tousled hair that nearly reached his neck. Stunning blue eyes. High cheekbones. Lush, pink mouth. He didn’t look like an Arab, but a glance at his Wikipedia page cleared up Will’s confusion: the kid had a British mother, who’d divorced the sheikh and left for the UK when the kid was six.

“He’s jailbait, Scott,” Will said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“He’s nineteen!”

Will gave him an incredulous look. If Wikipedia was to be believed, the kid had just turned nineteen. Today.

“And you’re twenty-seven,” Will ground out. “It’s creepy and gross. Not to mention a million other things. Suicidal among them.”

“I love him,” Scott declared. “He’s The One for me. Age is just a number anyway.”

Will drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. God give him patience. At times like this, he felt like he was older than Scott by ten years, not ten months. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Scott had always been the baby of his family, spoiled and doted over, while he had learned to fend for himself since he was a small boy. As an orphan who’d been kindly taken in by his uncle, he’d always felt like he had to earn his place in that family—and the world in general. It had made him grow up fast. When Scott was still playing PlayStation all day long, Will had already been earning a living.

But despite the differences in their circumstances and personalities, they’d always been close. Will had always considered Scott a little brother he had to look out for. And he had, for the past two decades. To be fair, it wasn’t just a one-way relationship. Scott, for all his spoiled ways, was a good guy at heart. It had been his idea to accompany Will abroad when Will’s client had moved his business to the UAE. Will had tried to talk Scott out of it—the UAE was hardly a place for an openly gay man—but Scott had been undeterred. He’d argued that as a trust fund baby, he could do whatever he wanted and that he didn’t want Will to be “all alone” in a foreign country. Will had scoffed at that, but truth be told, he had appreciated the sentiment, so he’d allowed Scott to tag along.

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His Boss for Christmas Read Online Alessandra Hazard http://www.ilovenovels.com/his-boss-for-christmas-read-online-alessandra-hazard Thu, 19 Dec 2024 11:50:17 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/his-boss-for-christmas-read-online-alessandra-hazard Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Magic, Novella, Paranormal Authors: Alessandra Hazard Advertisement

Total pages in book: 16
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Peter Hayes has everything a man can wish for: a successful career as a lawyer, wealth, good looks, people falling at his feet—and Justin, to do all the grunt work for him. Justin is ("Not your slave!") his personal associate. Until the day he suddenly isn't, and Peter's perfect life stops making sense. His associate wants a personal life? He wants to find his soulmate? Unacceptable. Peter can't believe Justin believes in that nonsense. Soulmates don't exist.

Or do they?

A short MM romance novella. ~13,500 words.

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Chapter 1

The world went crazy on Wednesday.

Or at least it felt like it.

Peter Hayes was less than impressed as he watched his employees buzz around like bees, practically jumping in excitement, as if they were in a madhouse instead of the most prestigious, successful law firm in the city. For a moment, he wondered if it had something to do with Christmas, but no, his employees were unlikely to let the holiday season affect them to that degree.

“What’s going on here?” he said.

Everyone froze, then there was a mad scramble to return to their desks, paralegals, associates and partners alike studiously avoiding his gaze.

Peter walked forward, toward the associates’ cubicles, and his lips thinned when he saw the empty cubicle of his personal associate. “Where’s Justin?”

“He’s—I think he’s in the file room, Mr. Hayes,” a dark-haired associate to his left (Dan, Dean?—they all looked and sounded the same to him) stammered out.

“Find him. Tell him I need the Sabatini briefs on my desk in five minutes.” Peter turned around and headed for his office. He became more bemused as he walked, noticing the same frantic, excited behavior everyone around him demonstrated before they saw him and scrambled to act like the sane, mature adults they were supposed to be.

He entered his office and sat down in his chair, glowering at the leather couch his associate usually occupied. Where the hell was Justin?

Fifteen minutes later, the door opened and Justin ran into the room before slamming the door shut.

Peter glared at him. “You’re late.”

Justin dumped the folders he was carrying on Peter’s desk, a scowl firmly set in the creases of his mouth, green eyes flashing mutinously. “Late? I never left! I didn’t sleep at all last night to get these proofed for you. This is slave labor!”

“Is that why you look like you slept in your suit? Change your clothes. You look like a mess. My associate’s appearance reflects on me.”

“I don’t have another suit here,” Justin said in the same sulky tone, raking a hand through his messy, reddish brown hair. “Not all of us have walk-in closets full of designer suits at work.”

Peter wondered why he still hadn’t fired that mouthy little shit. No one else at Hayes and Turner dared to backtalk to him, even senior partners. Peter was the managing partner. Justin was just a lowly second-year associate.

“Fine,” Peter said. “Take one of my shirts. My suits will look too big on your scrawny frame.”

“I’m not scrawny,” Justin grumbled before disappearing into Peter’s walk-in closet. “I just don’t have the time or money for a personal trainer to get me looking like I stepped off a GQ cover.”

“Your poor-little-me act would be more convincing if I didn’t know your salary. $250,000 a year is more than enough to afford a gym membership.”

“I still have student loans,” Justin said from his closet, his voice a little muffled. “And I need to help my brother. Rent in Manhattan isn’t cheap, either. Not to mention that I literally have no time to go to the gym, because I basically live at work, thanks to you.”

“Maybe you should really live in the office. You’ll save on the rent.”

“An ingenious solution,” Justin snarked, finally emerging out of the closet in a white shirt. Peter’s shirt. Truth be told, Justin really wasn’t scrawny. He was lean but fit, his shoulders pretty broad—but not as broad as Peter’s. The shirt was a little big across his shoulders and chest, but it wouldn’t be noticeable under his suit.

Peter nodded. “Passable. Put on a tie. No, the gray-green one—it suits your eyes. Now tell me what’s wrong with everyone. What’s gotten everyone acting so strange?”

Justin blinked, his green eyes filling with confusion—and then pure delight, as the little shit realized that he knew something Peter didn’t. “You don’t know? The great Peter Hayes, the best corporate lawyer in the city, doesn’t know something?”

“You’re fired.”

Justin scoffed. “You fire me every week, but you wouldn’t know what to do without me if I actually took it seriously and walked out.”

“I asked you a question. Enough chitchat. Tell me what you know.”

Justin let out a chuckle. “It’s been all over the news since last night. I’m surprised you haven’t heard it yet. Basically, the witches of the Eastern European coven cast a spell last night, to destroy the thrall the Hungarian vampires have over the people they enslaved. The spell was supposed to make the enthralled people feel an irresistible urge to go home, breaking the vampires’ control over them, but they messed up.”

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Forbidden (The Wrong Alpha #5) Read Online Alessandra Hazard http://www.ilovenovels.com/forbidden-the-wrong-alpha-5-read-online-alessandra-hazard Wed, 07 Aug 2024 09:50:06 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/forbidden-the-wrong-alpha-5-read-online-alessandra-hazard Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Paranormal Authors: Alessandra Hazard Series: The Wrong Alpha Series by Alessandra Hazard
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56786 (not accurate)
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Forced to marry an alpha three times his age after his first heat, Lucien no longer believes in happily ever after. Bound by a marriage of convenience to a distant husband who loves his first spouse, Lucien doesn't expect to ever know true love or attraction.

But Aksel changes everything.

Aksel Cleghorn, his husband's alpha son.

Aksel is the only person in the world who makes Lucien feel like he belongs. Over the years, the connection between them grows into something more. Something they are not supposed to feel for each other. Something neither of them can control or resist.

It's wrong on so many levels.

They have to stop. But can they?

Please note: this book is set on an alien planet similar to contemporary Earth, and the characters don't have human biology [alpha/omega mating cycles, shapeshifter sex, a male with breasts, male lactation, scenting, knotting]. The book contains non-explicit references to past sexual assault and mpreg, codependency, depression, and hurt/comfort—and happily ever after, against all odds.

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Prologue

Present day

Aksel Cleghorn loved his mother. He did. But sometimes a man had to take a stand.

“No,” he said flatly.

Vagrippa Cleghorn frowned across the table. “But Aksel—”

“I said no,” he said in a neutral tone, setting his cup down.

She flinched, as if he’d raised his voice. It seemed his body had betrayed his anger.

Sighing inwardly, Aksel tried to rein in his scent. It wasn’t easy. As a rule, Xeus alphas weren’t good at controlling their pheromones, and he was no exception. His pheromones were abrasive and domineering even when he wasn’t trying to assert his will. It always was a nuisance when he had to deal with his mother. As a beta, she struggled to keep her composure whenever he was irritated—and he was irritated easily when this subject came up.

“Would you at least consider it?” she said after a pause. “Every omega on my list is exceptional, both in looks and personality, all from excellent families—”

“I’m not interested, Mother,” he said.

“Darling, you’re nearly twenty-seven already—”

“Royce married at thirty-six, nearly thirty-seven.”

His mother heaved an exasperated sigh. “You know your situation isn’t comparable to your brother’s. Your brother had his reasons not to take a mate, very valid reasons. And Royce isn’t a Xeus.”

Rapidly approaching the limits of his patience, Aksel shot her a hard look. “Do you actually believe the bullshit that unbonded Xeus alphas aren’t to be trusted? That we’re a threat to every omega we encounter?”

The expression on his mother’s face became tight. “Of course not, but it doesn’t matter what I believe. What matters is public perception. Have you not noticed how warily people look at you lately?”

Aksel laughed. “Lately?” His mother must have been joking.

One of his first words had been beast—probably because it was the word he’d heard most often around him as a little boy. That was what people called Xeus alphas. Beasts. Animals. Abominations. Things that shouldn’t exist anymore.

Xeus alphas didn’t have the luxury of finding out about their designation during puberty like regular alphas did. A baby Xeus was usually born with tufts of fur on their face. The fur disappeared within the first five or six years and the child looked normal enough until puberty, but the damage was already done: everyone already knew that the child was a freak. An abomination that was destined to transform into a mindless monster every full moon come puberty. Beast. Aksel had lived with that moniker his entire life. He didn’t even react to it anymore—for the most part.

But his mother had a different attitude toward his designation. She’d even tried to hide that he was a Xeus when he had been a child, attempting to shave off the fur—to no avail, since it had grown back almost immediately. Aksel had little doubt that she would have also attempted to falsify his presentation documents if she could have gotten away with it. But the telltale fur made it nearly impossible—too many people had seen him in his childhood.

“It’s been worse lately,” his mother said. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed how you’ve been treated in polite society this year. And to be fair, you have been... difficult.”

Aksel shrugged. “I don’t care what ‘polite society’ says about me.” Nothing polite for sure. “I’m not part of it.”

“Of course you’re part of it! You’re a Cleghorn! Your brother is the prime minister of this country!”

Aksel’s lips twisted. His mother’s ignorance was almost endearing, really. “Your posh friends barely tolerate me, Mother. I’m just a curiosity for them. Something exotic, vulgar, beastly—and on occasion, titillating.”

Vagrippa flushed. “Aksel!”

Smiling wryly, Aksel pushed his chair away from the table and got to his feet. “It’s the truth. If it weren’t, Xeus porn wouldn’t be so popular.”

“Aksel!” she spluttered. “Such topics aren’t appropriate! You are not in the army anymore.”

“Yes,” he said with a sigh, striding out of the dining room. “That’s obvious.”

He collided with another person as soon as he stepped into the corridor, the impact nearly causing the other person to fall—if Aksel hadn’t grabbed them. Him.

“Sorry,” he said gruffly, his mouth going dry.

Green eyes peered up at him from the lovely, heart-shaped face.

Lucien.

“Not your fault,” Lucien said, averting his gaze.

Aksel forced himself to drop his hands, holding his breath in order not to inhale Lucien’s intoxicating scent. The scent of a compatible omega.

The scent of his stepfather.

His mother was right about one thing: Xeus alphas weren’t good at controlling themselves around the omega they wanted. When he was around Lucien, it was hard to remember all the reasons why he couldn’t shove Lucien under him and have him.

Lucien was his father’s husband.

Granted, his father was dead, killed years ago in the war. But that didn’t make wanting Lucien any more appropriate. Any more acceptable. Lucien was pack. If his mother’s precious society friends were to find out about Aksel’s feelings for Lucien, they would be disgusted and appalled.

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Just a Bit Captivated (Straight Guys #14) Read Online Alessandra Hazard http://www.ilovenovels.com/just-a-bit-captivated-straight-guys-14-read-online-alessandra-hazard Thu, 07 Dec 2023 05:55:46 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/just-a-bit-captivated-straight-guys-14-read-online-alessandra-hazard Genre: Contemporary, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance Authors: Alessandra Hazard Series: Straight Guys Series by Alessandra Hazard
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Total pages in book: 69
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A toy for a sheikh.

That’s who Aiden Gates a straight guy sold to one of the richest men in the world.

What he isn’t is besotted with the cold-hearted, cynical bastard who bought him like a thing. Aiden hates that man. Utterly abhors him.

But before long, Aiden’s obsessive hatred starts turning into an obsession, pure and simple–and then into something far worse.

Wanting that bastard is bad enough.

Needing him is sickening.

His feelings aren’t real. He’s a pretty bird in a gilded cage. A dirty little secret.

But when the cage is eventually broken, can he learn to live without it? Without him?

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Chapter One

Elephants.

There was a small herd of elephants stomping all over his head. Or at least it felt like it.

He groaned, rubbing at his pounding temples. Had he had too many drinks last night? He felt nauseated and dizzy. It almost seemed like the ground was moving under him. Speaking of the ground, he was lying on something hard and uncomfortable. Why was he on the floor?

“Hey, you, are you finally awake?”

A female voice. One he didn’t recognize. It definitely didn’t belong to his sister or mother—and he currently didn’t have any other woman in his life. Where was he?

He opened his eyes blearily and turned his pounding head.

A windowless room.

There were eight other people in the room. And the ground definitely was rocking.

Also—his hands were handcuffed together.

Handcuffed.

He stared blankly at the handcuffs.

Unless he’d suddenly developed a penchant for kinky, exhibitionist sex overnight, this was more than a little alarming. He couldn’t remember how he could have possibly ended up handcuffed.

What did he remember?

Aiden. That was his name. He was Aiden Gates, a twenty-year-old, a junior at Northeastern University, the youngest son of Edward and Veronica Gates.

The last thing he remembered was… He’d been… He’d been walking home after hanging out at his friend’s house for a little get-together before Christmas. He remembered footsteps behind him—and then nothing.

“Are you mute or something?” the same voice said.

Aiden shifted his gaze to the person addressing him: a young woman around his age. She was very pretty, with shiny golden hair and wide blue eyes.

She was handcuffed too. Actually, all the other people in the room were, as well.

Aiden really didn’t like the implications.

Fuck, this was too much, even by his standards. He’d always had a history of getting into scrapes. Trouble simply had a way of finding him. His mom never tired of telling the story of how a three-year-old Aiden had toddled out of the house and somehow ended up at the other end of the city. It had gone downhill from there over the years, and Aiden could only laugh at his misfortunes, but this… this was something else.

“I’m not,” Aiden said belatedly, hauling himself into a sitting position, which was unexpectedly difficult without using his hands. “Sorry—it took me a few moments to get over waking up handcuffed in a room full of handcuffed strangers. It doesn’t happen to me every day.”

“Point,” she murmured with a small smile. “I’m Janice.”

“Aiden,” he said, waving his cuffed hands. “I would shake your hand, but…” He took a deep breath and dropped his light tone. “Do you know what’s going on here?”

Janice’s lips pursed. “I’ve been here for two days, so yeah, I’ve overheard some stuff when they brought you guys in. They’re in the human trafficking business.”

Aiden grimaced. He couldn’t say he was surprised. Just his luck, really.

“We’re on a ship, right?”

“Yeah,” she said.

“Do you know where they’re taking us?”

Janice’s expression darkened. “They want to sell us in the Middle East. One of them mentioned the UAE.”

Great. What were the chances of them being found halfway across the world?

Aiden screwed his eyes shut. All right, there was no need to panic yet. The authorities might catch these assholes any moment now, for all he knew. It would take the ship, what, weeks to get to the UAE? There was still plenty of time for their kidnappers to get caught.

His family was probably already freaking out.

Aiden winced at the thought, but pushed it away to focus on the more pressing issues.

He looked at the other people in the room more carefully. There were five women, including Janice, and three other guys besides Aiden. All of them were young and incredibly good-looking. And all of them were blond, which was a weird coincidence.

Or maybe not a coincidence at all.

“Is there a reason we’re all blonds?” Granted, their hair color ranged from dark blond to Aiden’s strawberry blond, but still.

Janice wrinkled her pretty nose. “Apparently perverted sheikhs like exotic pets, and natural blond hair is rare and valuable.” She pursed her lips. “Yes, they actually checked if I was a natural blonde. They checked all of us. And never mind that some of us don’t even have hair down there.”

Aiden pulled a face, glad that he’d been unconscious for that.

“Did they say anything else?” he said, trying to ignore the crying girl in the corner. She was the only one crying, but the others didn’t look much better. The guy with dirty blond hair seemed on the verge of crying too, his eyes wide and freaked out, his breath coming in loud, ragged gasps.

“No,” Janice said. “Most of the assholes don’t speak English, so I have no idea what they were saying.”

“Does anyone here know their language?” Aiden said, raising his voice a little.

No one replied.

Sighing, Aiden sagged back against the wall and tried hard not to think about what would happen to them if their kidnappers didn’t get caught.

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Crushing on a hot alpha doctor isn't in Eric Blake's plans when he goes to a clinic to fix his weird heats.

Unfortunately, it seems that won’t be easy, and Dr. Randall suggests an… experimental treatment that will also help the doctor’s research. It’s unorthodox, but it’s not personal. And no matter how good the alpha smells to him or how much Eric starts needing him, he knows Dr. Randall will never see him as an omega worthy of mating.

Disillusioned with mating after his disastrous marriage, Hugh Randall wants to prove that true mates don’t really exist. He'll never get mated again and his interest in Eric is purely professional. He'll fix him, and they'll go their separate ways.

At least, that was the plan. But along the way, the lines get blurred, and what starts as a scientific experiment turns into something else. Something very much unprofessional. Something that might ruin their lives…

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Part I

Chapter 1

“The doctor is considered one of the best in his field.”

Eric Blake hummed noncommittally, looking out the helicopter window at the cloudless sky.

“Everything will be all right,” the other omega said. “I’m sure it’s nothing serious.”

It was a nice sentiment, but Eric doubted it. He was young, not stupid. He’d done his research.

There was something wrong with him. Or at least there was something wrong with his heats. After his third abnormally strong heat, Eric could no longer deny it. Omegas like him were supposed to have very mild heats, remaining lucid and in control. Omegas like him weren’t supposed to turn into mindless animals craving an alpha knot. And yet that was exactly what had happened to Eric during his last three heats, and it had been getting progressively worse.

At this point, he had no choice but to see a doctor. And no matter how much Lucien tried to comfort him, Eric doubted it was nothing serious.

“This is a good clinic, Eric,” Lucien said as the helicopter landed. “The best in Kadar. Their service, discretion, and expertise are very highly rated. There’s no need to be nervous.”

Eric smiled faintly at the older omega. He liked Lucien. Ever since he’d moved to Kadar, Lucien had become the closest person to him in the country.

Lucien was everything an omega was supposed to be: gorgeous, gentle-mannered, well spoken, and graceful. Next to him, Eric was acutely aware of his own flaws. It wasn’t really about outward appearance: he knew that physically he looked very much like an omega, and a pretty one, with his soft features, light-brown hair, and long eyelashes framing his blue eyes. But compared to Lucien, Eric felt like a country bumpkin. Too bookish and graceless. Too socially awkward. He never knew what to say, preferring his computer and his online friends to real people.

Which is why you ended up fleeing to another country, you ninny.

Pushing the thought away, Eric said, “I’m not nervous.”

“I’ll wait for you here,” Lucien said, clearly not buying his lie.

“No,” Eric said, opening the helicopter door. “Please don’t waste your time. I’m not a child; I’m eighteen. I can find my way home.”

Home. Even after months in this country, the Cleghorns’ majestic estate still didn’t really feel like home. He missed his home. His real home.

“If you’re sure,” Lucien said, frowning a little but accepting his decision, ever so considerate.

Part of Eric wished Lucien would push and insist on staying with him. Gods, it was messed up. He was messed up. Eric was probably the only omega in existence who didn’t crave independence and freedom to do whatever he wanted. What he craved was being part of a pack, security of not having to make hard decisions by himself. He wasn’t used to this. He wasn’t used to being so alone. He’d grown up surrounded by affectionate older brothers, under the protection of his alpha mother. Over the past few months, Eric had found that being independent was very overrated.

“I’m sure,” Eric said with confidence he didn’t feel. “Thanks for the ride!” He hopped off the helicopter, shut the door, and strode toward the clinic before he could chicken out.

He didn’t like hospitals, but he wasn’t an idiot: he did need to see a doctor. The drastic change to his heat’s intensity could be caused by a number of serious health issues. The horror stories he’d read on the Internet had made him lose sleep recently. A check-up was necessary.

The interior of the clinic was fancy but tasteful, making it obvious that it catered to high-profile clientele. Eric felt a pang of worry, but unfortunately, he couldn’t risk going to a less expensive clinic. After the scandal, discretion was paramount. He could afford this appointment—his eldest brother was very generous with his allowance, but Eric wasn’t sure how many subsequent appointments he could afford without having to ask his brother for more money. And he’d rather not alert his family about his health issues. He’d been enough of a burden for them already.

“Um, hello,” Eric said, handing his ID to the receptionist. “I have an appointment.”

She smiled, after glancing at it. “Of course, Mr. Blake. Dr. Randall is waiting for you. Second floor, office 207. Please take a moment to visit office 201 for a blood test before you go to Dr. Randall—the doctor has requested it.”

Muttering his assent, Eric headed to the second floor.

After a quick blood test, he walked toward office 207. He stopped, glancing at the golden plaque on the wall.

Dr. Hugh Randall

Head of AO Sciences

He pushed the door open.

The office was fairly large and well lit without being unpleasantly bright. It was rather minimalistic, but it didn’t give the impression of cold and impersonal. It smelled of—

Of alpha.

Tensing up, Eric eyed the doctor in confusion and alarm.

“Please take a seat.”

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Just a Bit Heartless (Straight Guys #13) Read Online Alessandra Hazard http://www.ilovenovels.com/just-a-bit-heartless-straight-guys-13-read-online-alessandra-hazard Fri, 26 Aug 2022 19:46:25 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/just-a-bit-heartless-straight-guys-13-read-online-alessandra-hazard Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Authors: Alessandra Hazard Series: Straight Guys Series by Alessandra Hazard
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Jordan Gates isn’t easily flustered—or easily scared. When his boss asks him to accompany him to Italy for a family wedding, Jordan agrees. He’ll get paid handsomely for his trouble. There’s a catch, though. Several catches. 1. He’s there as bait: Jordan has to pose as his boss’s real boyfriend, who looks a lot like Jordan. 2. Someone in his boss’s mafioso family wants to murder them. 3. That someone is probably Damiano Conte, a cold, ruthless bastard who has no right to be so hot. Everyone says Damiano is a sociopath with no capacity for real emotion. Jordan believes them. But he can’t seem to stay away, fascinated with the man despite his better judgment. When the family visit turns into a nightmare of betrayal, kidnapping, and murder, Jordan has to rely on Damiano to keep his sanity. Can he trust a heartless, manipulative sociopath? Can he stop craving him after he returns to his normal life? Can a man who doesn’t feel fall in love?
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Chapter 1

“The boss is expecting you. Good luck.”

Jordan Gates gave the secretary a faint smile before opening the door and going inside.

There were very few things Jordan disliked as much as being called to his boss’s office. As a department head, he saw him more often than the average employee, but being unexpectedly summoned to Raffaele Ferrara’s office was never a good sign. Thankfully, it hadn’t happened all that often in the years that he’d worked for the company.

Jordan came to a halt, his face carefully schooled into a mask of polite attention as Ferrara looked at him from across the desk.

“Sit,” Ferrara said tersely.

Jordan didn’t take the tone personally. Ferrara’s abrupt, harsh manner was rather legendary. The vice president of the Caldwell Group wasn’t one for small talk.

Jordan sat down in one of the chairs. “You wanted to see me, sir?” Ferrara was just a year older than he was, thirty-three, but his very presence seemed to demand respect, so it wasn’t all that off-putting to have to address his peer as sir. Ferrara had men twice his age addressing him that way.

His boss regarded him for a moment, his black eyes rather unnerving—if Jordan were prone to feeling unnerved.

“I need your help.”

Jordan blinked. Until now, he had been sure those words weren’t in his boss’s vocabulary. “Of course. How can I help?”

Ferrara folded his hands on the desk, his expression sharp and assessing.

Meeting his gaze calmly, Jordan kept himself still as the silence stretched. He refused to let Ferrara intimidate him.

“You might have heard of the incident that happened to me three days ago,” Ferrara said at last.

Jordan raised his eyebrows. Incident? That was what Ferrara was calling an attempted murder? The entire company had been buzzing with speculation since someone had shot Ferrara. The bullet had just grazed his head, but there was still a lot of blood, and yet Ferrara was back at work the next day as if nothing had happened. The man truly was a workaholic.

“I’ve heard,” Jordan said dryly. He didn’t think there was anyone in Boston who hadn’t heard of it. Ferrara was one of the most successful businessmen in the city. It didn’t help that he was heavily rumored to have family links to the Italian mafia—the rumor that had been around for years and was a hot topic again.

“What you don’t know is that it was the third attempt on my life this month,” Ferrara said, his tone mild, as if he were talking about the weather.

Third?

Ferrara pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back in his chair. “There’s more,” he said with obvious reluctance. “There has been a kidnapping attempt on Nate.”

Jordan frowned. It was widely known in the company that Nate Parrish was Ferrara’s lover. It had been a subject of much gossip last year. Although fraternization in the company was frowned upon, it wasn’t forbidden as long as it wasn’t within the same department. People still gossiped, of course. A lot of people disapproved, considering that Nate had been Ferrara’s PA before he was transferred to Jordan’s department to work as a level designer. Personally, Jordan didn’t give a shit. Nate was a good dev and he got the job done. Jordan didn’t care if Nate was also sucking their boss’s cock.

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He wasn’t supposed to want the enemy… His family brutally murdered and his throne stolen, Prince Warrehn has planned his revenge for twenty years. When he returns to reclaim his throne, all he wants is to punish the usurpers: the woman who killed his family, and her son, Samir, who has grown up to be as beautiful and as poisonous as his mother. He knows Samir can’t be trusted, but Warrehn can’t seem to stay away from him. It’s a goddamn disaster. Samir never thought he’d have to play the part of the villain. Unfortunately, protecting his mother means being part of her plans to keep Warrehn from the throne, which only makes Warrehn despise him more. But when he and Warrehn are thrown together in circumstances beyond their control, they have to learn to put up with each other. Samir has never been the object of such intense hatred—and such intense passion. Warrehn unsettles him and makes him behave like another person entirely, someone Samir barely recognizes: someone desperate and shameless. He knows this thing between them is hopeless. They have no future together when Warrehn and his mother are determined to crush each other. He loves his mother, but his attraction to Warrehn is like a powerful drug, consuming him and changing him in ways he hasn’t expected. What will Samir do when he has to choose? Can love win over hatred and their parents’ messy, toxic past?
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Chapter 1

“You will be the king when you grow up.”

Those were the first words his mother said that morning.

Samir was five. His sleepy mind couldn’t understand what she was saying.

“They’re gone, my darling,” his mother said.

Samir blinked, utterly confused. Was Mother talking about the king and queen-consort? They had died months ago.

“Not them,” his mother said, with a strange smile. “The princes. Warrehn and little Eri. They were kidnapped by the rebels.” She added after a moment, “Poor things. They’re almost certainly dead.”

Samir stared at her.

Despite being a child, even he could tell she wasn’t being honest. His mother was glad that Warrehn and baby Eri were gone.

Samir wasn’t glad, but he wasn’t upset, either. He simply didn’t know them well. Warrehn was a lot older than him—ten—so he had never played with Samir. Eri was just three—he was practically a baby—so he and Samir didn’t really play together, either. Besides, there was the fact that Samir and his mother were basically the poor relations. Samir was technically next in line for the throne after the princes, but he came from a secondary royal line that descended from a completely different branch of the royal family tree, so distantly related to the royal family that they might as well not be related at all. The House of Zaver and the House of Lavette had shared a common ancestor eight hundred years ago. Samir was never supposed to inherit.

But he would, if the princes really were dead.

Three months later, the Council of Twelve Grand Clans declared that Prince Warrehn and Prince Eruadarhd were likely dead and named Samir the heir presumptive. His mother was to be his regent until he turned twenty-five.

In the following few days, everyone who was anyone seemed to remark on it. Such a tragedy, people exclaimed loudly before whispering to Samir’s mother, Such luck for your son, my dear.

Luck. Samir supposed that from a certain point of view it really was an insane stroke of luck that he, an insignificant prince from a secondary royal line, had been elevated to the status of a future king. His mother was thrilled, and it made Samir feel a little weird. He loved the large playroom in the royal palace, loved the expensive, amazing toys he suddenly owned, but he couldn’t help but feel like he and his mother didn’t really own them. Like they’d stolen them.

But as years passed, that feeling slowly went away.

He was Samir’ngh’lavette, the future king of the Fifth Grand Clan.

That was how he was raised.

That was who he was for nearly twenty years.

Until he suddenly wasn’t.

***

Apparently Prince Warrehn wasn’t dead.

And he was coming back home.

“This cannot be happening,” Dalatteya muttered under her breath, pacing the throne room. “A solution. There has to be a solution!”

Samir watched his mother, a strange sort of numbness filling his insides ever since he had heard the news. “He’s the rightful king, Mother,” he stated. He felt… off-balance. As if everything he knew about his world had been turned upside down. Just a few hours ago he had been preparing for his upcoming coronation. He was to be the king when he turned twenty-five, the position his mother had groomed him for since he was five. In fact, he was practically the king already, ruling their grand clan through his mother, who was his regent. But now he was back to being the poor relation. No one.

It was surreal.

Dalatteya glared at him. “Stop talking nonsense, Samir!” she bit out. “You’re the rightful king, not him! He isn’t the one who made our grand clan the most prosperous on the planet!” Her beautiful face brightened, her dark blue eyes becoming calculating. “We can use it, in fact. Our people love you, not him. All Warrehn has going for him is his lineage. It won’t be impossible to overthrow him.”

“Mother,” Samir said, glancing around. That kind of talk was dangerous.

But Dalatteya ignored him and resumed pacing, muttering something under her breath.

Samir sighed, watching her twirl a lock of her violet hair as she thought. He loved his mother, he truly did, but she could be a little too much sometimes. He didn’t like seeing her like this. He had known she could be ruthless and calculating, but it was usually for a good reason. This… he wasn’t sure it was a good one. While he did feel upset at his life being overturned again, Samir didn’t feel like he was entitled to the throne the way his mother seemed to think he should be. Warrehn had been the crown prince as a ten-year-old; he was of age now, twenty-nine, almost thirty. He was the rightful king of the Fifth Grand Clan by right of succession. Samir would have to accept it.

It would be a lie to say that he didn’t feel any resentment or disappointment. He did. Of course he did. After fifteen years of preparing for the role and effectively ruling for the past four years, he felt… robbed. Completely blindsided. As if his life suddenly had no meaning or purpose. If he wasn’t the future king, who was he? It had been part of his identity for most of his life. So yes, he was disappointed and upset. But it was nothing compared to the sheer rage emanating from his mother.

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At Your Service (Masters #0.5) Read Online Alessandra Hazard http://www.ilovenovels.com/at-your-service-masters-0-5-read-online-alessandra-hazard Fri, 07 Jan 2022 21:37:28 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/at-your-service-masters-0-5-read-online-alessandra-hazard Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Authors: Alessandra Hazard Series: Masters Series by Alessandra Hazard
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He’s a powerful man who makes decisions that shape the world. Troy is just a pleasure servant. A thing to be used. A toy. They have nothing in common, two men from different worlds. The arrangement between them was never supposed to become anything other than convenience for his client and a job for Troy. Attraction and feelings should have never entered into it. But what happens if the rules are broken and Troy becomes hopelessly addicted to his client?
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Chapter One

The mansion was handsome, huge, and kind of intimidating.

Troy stared at its tall gates, took a deep breath, and then pressed the buzzer. Here goes nothing.

“State your name and business,” a pleasant female voice said through the intercom.

“Troy,” he said, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants. “I’m the pleasure servant Master Andreas has requested.”

The gates clicked open. “Master is in his office. First floor, second door to the left.”

Troy followed the directions. He barely noticed the luxurious surroundings, all his efforts focused on keeping himself calm.

He could do it.

He could.

He was an experienced pleasure servant. He’d studied for this. It was just a job. Like any other.

All right, not like any other. His new employer was a man. The employer’s sex wasn’t an issue in itself: like most Calluvians, Troy was bisexual. The problem was… he’d never played a submissive role with men. The idea just didn’t appeal to him. He always topped, whether he was with women or men. That was why he always turned down any job offers from male employers.

Until now.

Fuck, what a mess. He hadn’t gotten into a bigger mess in the twenty-six years of his life.

The thing was, normally Troy would have rejected the job outright as soon as he learned that his prospective employer was a man. But it would be extremely foolish to turn down a job offer when the prospective employer was a member of the Chapter. He couldn’t exactly insult a Senior Master of the Chapter. That would be beyond stupid. Suicidal, if the rumors were to be believed.

Troy’s friends said he should be flattered that such a powerful man had chosen him. Because apparently it was an honor. Right. Such an honor, to have a powerful man’s cock up his ass.

A laugh tickled Troy’s throat, extremely inappropriate considering that he didn’t feel any amusement at all. Fuck, he could only hope that he would be such a shitty pleasure servant that he would be fired within a day. That was Troy’s current plan. It had to work. He didn’t want to be another man’s fuck-toy, no matter how powerful that man was. He wasn’t a bottom. He didn’t have a submissive bone in his body. He was a top, and an excellent one, if Troy said so himself.

He stopped in front of the second door to the left, took another deep breath, and knocked.

“Enter,” said a deep male voice.

Troy did as he was told.

He closed the door and then knelt, his eyes on the floor. “Master,” he said respectfully. At least he hoped it sounded respectful instead of cocky. Troy knew he tended to overcompensate when he was nervous.

He heard footsteps. Then, a pair of shiny black shoes appeared in his line of sight. Gray slacks. Heavy black robes. Troy couldn’t see anything else, because he wasn’t supposed to look up without being given permission. Pleasure servants were so low in the High Hronthar’s food chain they weren’t allowed to look at a Senior Master without being explicitly given permission.

A large, warm hand touched his chin and tipped his face up. “You may look at me.”

Exhaling, Troy lifted his gaze.

He found himself looking at a tall man of unidentifiable age. The man was fairly young for a Master. Thirty-five or forty maybe? He wasn’t by any means beefy, but his shoulders were broad and there was a hint of a fit body under those black robes. Master Andreas wasn’t an unattractive man, though his face was a little too sharp and angular to be considered handsome. His dark red hair was so dark it seemed almost black in the dim light, dark stubble covering his strong jaw. Sharp brown eyes were studying Troy carefully. He was a striking man, to be honest. Not the type Troy usually went for, obviously—he gave off an air of command that practically screamed that he was a top—but still striking. Troy had eyes, and hot was hot.

“Rise,” the Master said.

Troy rose to his feet.

“Strip.”

Troy wet his lips with his tongue. Forcing himself to keep his fingers steady, he did as he was told and took off his robe. He was naked under it, of course. Pleasure servants always were.

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These feelings are utterly wrong. He must be an impostor. The last time Liam Blake saw his eldest brother, Liam was five and Anthony was sixteen. Liam barely remembers him. He remembers adoring him and remembers missing him, but his childhood memories faded as he grew up. Fifteen years later, a man who calls himself Anthony Blake finally comes home after the war ends. He has documents that prove his identity, and he has Anthony’s dark hair, blue eyes, and broad shoulders. There’s no reason to think he isn’t who he says he is—except for Liam’s strange, inexplicable attraction to the man who claims to be Anthony. Liam refuses to believe he’s that sick: related alphas and omegas can’t be drawn to each other or get fixated on their sibling’s scent. It’s unnatural. It’s perverse. Could that man be an impostor? But if he is, who is he—and why is he pretending to be Anthony Blake?
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Chapter 1

“Your brother is alive.”

Liam Blake stared at the man, wondering if he was hearing things.

“What?” Eric and Jules said together, voicing his confusion.

Peter Cerrigan, their family solicitor, smiled at the three Blake brothers, his smile kind and understanding. “Your eldest brother, Anthony Blake, is not dead. We’ve received word that he’s alive. It seems he was heavily wounded and it took him a long time to recover, which was why he was mistakenly declared dead. He’ll return home any day now.”

Liam sat down heavily on the couch, feeling… he didn’t know what. Happiness didn’t seem to be the right word. He hadn’t seen his eldest brother in fifteen years. He had been just five when Anthony had left to join the war after a huge row with their alpha mother. He’d been gone ever since. He’d never contacted them, not even once. Liam hadn’t understood why when he had been a child, but as an adult, he could understand that their mother’s overbearingness might have been the reason. Alphas preferred independence and had trouble getting along with other alphas even when they were related. Their mother had been kind of… stifling, to be honest.

Except their mother had died last year, but Anthony had still failed to return home and assume his responsibilities. Liam couldn’t deny that he had resented that—resented Anthony—for not giving a damn about them. But when a few months ago they’d received word that Anthony was presumably killed in one of the last battles of the war, all his resentment was gone, and there was only the ever-growing desperation: with their mother and eldest brother dead, their home was no longer their home. The Blake properties were entailed to alphas, so their mother’s younger brother, Uncle Wayne, inherited everything, leaving Liam and his younger brothers completely dependent on his kindness. And Liam would rather not depend on that—Uncle Wayne wasn’t a kind man.

“He’s really alive?” Jules said, gripping Liam’s arm in his excitement.

The old solicitor nodded. “He is. We were told the viscount will return home as soon as he passes the identity verification in the Inheritance Department.” He winced. “Could you boys inform your uncle that the Blake accounts will be frozen until your brother’s return?”

Liam nodded, though he wasn’t looking forward to delivering that piece of news to their uncle. Uncle Wayne wasn’t going to be happy. Putting it mildly.

“Sure we will,” Jules said, smirking.

Liam shook his head in fond exasperation. Unlike his younger brother, he didn’t relish conflict. He’d learned a long time ago that it was more effective not to contradict alphas openly—and then subtly make them change their opinions. Liam found that strategy far more efficient than pointless confrontation. Alphas hated being wrong, hated being humiliated and mocked. People were correct to say that one would catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.

When the solicitor left, Liam laid a hand on Jules’s shoulder. “Don’t antagonize Uncle, Jules.”

Jules blinked and gave him a very innocent look, as if to say, Who, me?

Liam chuckled. “I’m serious, you dolt. Until Anthony returns, Uncle Wayne is still our family alpha and he can create plenty of problems for us. You aren’t married to Westcliff yet.”

As always, Jules’s expression turned nauseatingly soft and lovesick at the mere mention of his fiancé.

Liam smiled faintly. He had to admit he had felt more than a little humiliated when the Duke of Westcliff had publicly declared his intention to marry Jules even though he’d been courting him, Liam. It had stung. It had. But he loved his brothers and he was happy for Jules—he’d never seen Jules so happy.

But truth be told, sometimes he felt a pang of wistfulness and envy when he saw Jules so happy and in love. He’d like that. He’d like to fall in love and marry for love. But after the past social season, his hopes were at an all-time low. He’d met thousands of perfectly eligible alphas, many of whom were handsome, titled, and rich—and yet Liam had felt nothing. Not even a flicker of attraction. He couldn’t help but wonder if there was something wrong with him. It was possible. He wasn’t on suppressants, but his heats were very weak, which was pretty unusual even for Vos omegas.

Maybe he was just defective.

Liam tried to push the dreaded thought away, but once again, it kept coming back. Defective omegas were very rare, but sometimes it happened. They were spoken about only in whispers, their existence denied by their families. They were considered abominations. Defective omegas were neither fertile nor nurturing nor passionate—things omegas were known for. Liam couldn’t be sure whether he was fertile or not, though his very weak heats were worrying, but he was definitely bad at being nurturing and passionate. He always felt awkward when he had to comfort his little brothers, always felt awkward when he hugged them, as if giving comfort was something unnatural for him. As for passionate… well, after the past social season, he had no delusions about that, either. There was something wrong with him. He wasn’t like other omegas.

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