Aurora’s POVThe sheets rustled as I shifted, sitting up and instantly regretting the movement as my body protested. Every inch of my skin ached, reminders of the night I could barely comprehend. Damien had claimed me, in every possible sense of the word. And now, in the aftermath, I could feel the weight of it all.I felt trapped in a world that wasn’t mine—his world. His touch. I had let it happen. My heart thundered in my chest, a mixture of confusion, guilt, and something else I couldn’t even begin to name.I needed to leave.I glanced around the penthouse, the luxurious surroundings reminding me how far removed I was from everything I knew. I didn’t belong here. Not with him. Not in his bed, in his life.I drew in a breath and threw the covers off my legs, carefully standing, the cool air hitting my skin as I padded barefoot to the window. The city stretched out before me, a sprawling, beautiful chaos of lights and noise. But it felt so far away, so unreachable. Like everything t
Aurora's POVThe silence between us stretched on after Damien pulled away, leaving my lips tingling, still aching from the intensity of his kiss. I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin, and my heart raced, a frantic pulse that I couldn't control. His hands were still on my waist, strong and unwavering, and I had no choice but to stay where I was, caught in his grip. The world around me felt distant, like everything had faded into the background, and there was only him. Only his touch, his presence.But then, a flood of confusion crashed over me. I pushed weakly against his chest, trying to create some space, but it felt futile. His body was like a wall, impenetrable and overwhelming, and I couldn’t seem to move away.I opened my mouth, my voice trembling, desperate for answers. I couldn’t stop myself. “Why me?” I whispered, my words barely audible over the pounding of my own heart. “Why must it be me?” Tears welled up in my eyes, hot and relentless. “I’m just an ordinary
Aurora’s POVI stood there in the silence of the room, my heart racing, my mind a chaotic mess of thoughts and emotions. Damien’s presence loomed over me, his eyes still dark with intensity, yet there was a gentleness in them now—something I hadn’t seen before. His hands, which had once been possessive, were now relaxed at his sides, as if giving me space to breathe, to think.I needed space. I needed to think, to escape for just a moment.“Damien,” I said quietly, my voice trembling as I tried to steady myself. “I need to go back to my apartment.”His gaze darkened slightly, his jaw tightening as if he didn’t like the idea. But his expression remained calm, and his lips parted as though he might argue with me. Still, I could see the conflict in his eyes. He didn’t want to let me go—not after everything that had happened between us. But he knew, just as I did, that this wasn’t something that could be rushed. It wasn’t something that could be forced.“I just need to clear my head,” I c
Aurora’s POVThe silence in my apartment was suffocating. The small space, which had once been my sanctuary, now felt like a cage. The walls seemed to close in on me, and no matter how much I tried to push the thoughts away, they kept creeping back—Damien, his touch, the heat between us, his overwhelming dominance.I sat on the edge of my bed, my mind racing, my heart still beating erratically from the events of the past few days. It felt like everything had been turned upside down. I had been so sure of who I was before Damien, so certain of my life and my choices. But now, I felt lost.His kiss, his touch—it was all so intoxicating, so consuming. And the way he looked at me… It was like I was the only person in the world to him. It made me feel powerful and vulnerable all at once. I hated it. I hated that he could affect me so deeply, that I couldn’t stop thinking about him, no matter how hard I tried.My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. I froze. No one ever came to
Aurora's POVI was still sitting on the couch when I heard the knock on the door, a sound that seemed to echo through the quiet apartment. My body tensed, and my heart skipped a beat. I knew who it was before I even moved toward the door.Adrian.I hadn’t seen him since the day I caught him with someone else. The betrayal had cut deeper than I wanted to admit, and now, here he was, back in my life. For what? To remind me of the life I was trying to escape? Or worse, to demand something from me?I took a deep breath and walked toward the door. My hand hesitated on the handle for a moment, and I felt the weight of the situation sink in. Damien had made his claim on me, and here was Adrian, the man who had once promised me everything, standing on the other side.As I opened the door, I saw him. Adrian Sinclair, tall and confident, with that familiar self-assured smile. But when his eyes locked on mine, the smile faltered for just a split second. He looked… surprised."Hi, Aurora," he sai
Damien had insisted, gently but firmly, that I needed to come with him. He wasn’t taking no for an answer.His voice had been soft, but there was no mistaking the authority that underlay every word. His hands were still on me, the way they had been earlier, never leaving me for a second as he guided me toward the elevator. His grip was possessive, like a man who wasn’t willing to let go—of me, of the situation, or of whatever had been brewing between us since that very first night.“Come on, Aurora,” Damien had said, his voice a mixture of patience and determination. “You need to rest. You’ve been through too much tonight. I’m taking you somewhere safe, somewhere you can calm down.”I hadn’t been in the right state of mind to argue, and honestly, I didn’t know if I wanted to. Part of me still felt shaken from the confrontation with Adrian, and the idea of retreating to somewhere far from all the pain, all the memories, had a strange allure.The penthouse. Damien's penthouse.I had hea
The next morning, the sunlight streamed through the vast windows of Damien’s penthouse, casting long, golden rays across the marble floor. The city beyond was waking up, its hustle and bustle a far cry from the stillness inside the penthouse.I sat at the dining table, my hands wrapped around a mug of coffee, but I couldn’t taste it. I couldn’t focus on the mundane. My mind was still caught in a whirlwind, torn between the betrayal of Adrian and the undeniable pull I felt toward Damien.I didn’t want to feel this way. I didn’t want to be caught in this storm of emotions, this battle between the remnants of a past that had shattered me and the overwhelming, dangerous allure of the man who had taken me in last night.I glanced over at Damien, who was across the room, his back turned as he paced, seemingly deep in thought. His posture exuded power, confidence, and a quiet intensity that was always there, even when he wasn’t speaking. The air between us was thick with tension, but it wasn
Aurora’s POVThe drive to Damien’s office felt like an eternity. My hands were clasped tightly in my lap, trying to ignore the way my heart pounded in my chest. Damien, ever the calm and collected figure, sat beside me in the back of the car, his gaze focused, his body radiating an air of possessiveness I couldn’t shake.I had spent the past few days wrestling with the turmoil in my heart, the confusing pull toward Damien and the remnants of what I thought I had with Adrian. But I knew one thing for certain: there was no going back. Damien had made that clear.The car came to a slow stop in front of the towering glass building that housed Damien’s company, and my breath caught in my throat. I had always known Damien was powerful, but standing before the skyscraper that symbolized his dominance in the corporate world made the weight of his presence feel even heavier."Are you alright?" Damien’s voice broke through my thoughts, his gaze searching mine as he reached for the door.I force
The sky was beginning to pale with early dawn.A hush lingered over the forest clearing where Damien, Aurora, and Null had emerged hours earlier. The ruined facility behind them was reduced to distant smoke and the occasional aftershock trembling through the earth. But above, stars faded gently into morning, and for the first time in a long while, the air felt breathable.Damien stood at the edge of the clearing, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Not quite sunrise yet. Just that in-between glow—blue and soft. His arms were folded across his chest, posture tense but still. Watching. Processing.Behind him, Aurora knelt beside Null, wrapping a blanket over his shoulders.He hadn’t spoken much since they escaped. He sat curled slightly on himself, back against a tree, still shirtless, trembling—not from cold, but something deeper. Trauma lived in every flicker of his eyes, every stammered breath.“You did good,” Aurora said softly, her voice low, soothing. “You got us out. You made the choi
The air was cold.Deeper into the underground corridor, Damien’s boots echoed off the concrete like faint drumbeats in a tomb. Aurora walked beside him, flashlight cutting a path through the pitch-black void. The deeper they went, the more the stillness pressed against their lungs—too quiet, too still.“This place wasn’t just a research site,” Aurora whispered, her voice swallowed by the stale air. “It feels like... a mausoleum.”Damien nodded once. He could feel it too. The walls were lined with sealed doors, some corroded with time, others freshly reinforced, as if someone had come recently to preserve what was left behind. The further they went, the more the facility’s secrets seemed to throb beneath the surface.They reached a fork in the hallway.“I’ll take the left,” Damien said.Aurora grabbed his arm. “We should stay together.”He met her eyes—firm, unreadable at first—but something softened within him. “Alright.”As they took the left corridor, the hum of old machinery return
The soft glow of candlelight flickered against the glass of the kitchen window, casting elongated shadows across the tiled floor. The night outside was still. A rare kind of stillness, the kind that came not from peace, but from exhaustion—like the earth itself was catching its breath.Damien sat at the small round table, hands wrapped around a mug of coffee gone cold. He hadn’t touched it. His eyes, though open, were lost in a distant place, replaying fragments of the letter Eve had left behind. Each word still echoed in his mind, heavier with each repetition.Aurora leaned in the doorway, barefoot, wrapped in one of his sweaters. Her hair was damp from the shower, framing her face in loose waves. She watched him quietly, resisting the urge to speak too soon. She had learned that Damien needed silence the way most people needed air—especially after unraveling something raw inside him.“I can hear the gears turning,” she said softly, breaking the stillness like a stone dropped into wa
The house was quiet, save for the ticking of the old clock in the hallway and the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards as they settled for the night. It had been days since the Genesis Vault's destruction—days that felt like both a breath and a lifetime.The chaos had retreated, but in its place, silence reigned. A silence not of peace, but of pause. The world had stopped holding its breath, but Damien hadn’t.Aurora found him on the back patio, seated in the chair he always favored, a blanket of dusk wrapping around his silhouette. The horizon was smeared with lavender and gold, the sun slipping behind the distant hills as if reluctant to leave them in darkness.She watched him for a moment before stepping outside. “You didn’t come in for dinner.”“I wasn’t hungry,” Damien replied quietly. His voice held no coldness, but it was frayed around the edges, like a page weathered too many times.She hesitated before sitting beside him. For a long while, they said nothing. The breeze
The wind whispered through the ruins.Ash floated like snowflakes across the mountaintop, softening the jagged scars left by the Vault’s collapse. Where once a hidden stronghold pulsed with synthetic power, there was now only silence and smoke. The earth had reclaimed what had been stolen.Damien sat at the edge of the cliff, a blanket draped over his shoulders. His wounds were mostly bandaged, but the tremors in his hands hadn’t stopped since the Vault fell. The neural link had left its imprint—somewhere deeper than skin.Behind him, Aurora stood quietly, arms crossed against the mountain cold. She didn’t speak, didn’t try to console. She just stayed, close enough to be an anchor, far enough to give him space.
The sound of the gunshot cracked through the cavern like thunder.Monroe’s body jerked back, blood blooming across his chest as he crumpled to the floor beside the pod. Silence followed, not triumphant—but taut, like the moment before a storm breaks.Damien didn’t lower his weapon.The others froze, waiting—watching. But Monroe didn’t move. His eyes were wide open, the smug smile finally erased from his face. The man who had haunted Damien’s entire life, who had orchestrated pain with the precision of a surgeon, now lay motionless in a widening pool of crimson.And yet, the hum of the chamber didn’t stop.Aurora stepped forward, her voice low.
The night sky stretched above them like a living thing—vast, starless, and full of tension. A bitter wind howled through the mountain pass as the convoy moved in near silence. Snow crunched under the tires of the armored vehicle Damien rode in, his eyes fixed ahead through the windshield.The coordinates they’d extracted led them to the Carpathians—a remote and treacherous range in Romania. Fitting, Damien thought. Monroe’s obsession with rebirth and myth had always leaned into the theatrical.And now they were heading straight into the heart of it.Inside the vehicle, the only sounds were the low hum of the engine and the rustle of gear. Julian sat beside Kira, reviewing surveillance feeds on his tablet. Behind them, Aurora sat opposite Damien, her gaze fixed o
The makeshift war room inside the crumbling facility buzzed with quiet tension. Terminals flickered as Julian and Kira coordinated with their external networks. A map of the world lit up before them, glowing red dots pulsing across continents—every point marking an active Monroe site, every pulse a countdown.Forty-eight hours.Forty-eight hours until all of Monroe’s sleeper facilities would trigger whatever version of the clone protocol he’d perfected.Forty-eight hours until everything Damien had fought to bury would claw its way back into the light.He sat on the edge of a rusted cot near the far wall, away from the noise, elbows resting on his knees, head low. His mind replayed the voice from earlier—his mo
The room fell into a deafening silence as the flickering screen bathed Damien’s face in a sickly green glow. The image of his mother—Eve—stared back at him from the monitor, her features carefully reconstructed from footage and records. It wasn’t a live feed. It wasn’t really her. But the expression, the voice—it struck him with the force of a bullet.Aurora took a step closer, her hand brushing against Damien’s arm. He flinched at the contact, his eyes locked on the screen. She didn’t pull away.“Damien…” she said softly, uncertain if she should say more.But the screen spoke again, overriding her. “You’ve become everything I feared you would. Everything Monroe promised yo