All Chapters of Alpha's Hidden Chains: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

*** Third Person POV Eamon closes the door gently after the hotel attendant leaves the suite, the quiet click of the latch punctuating the return to their private world. He saunters back into the main living space, his gaze already drawn to Liliana, who has moved the room service over to the coffee table that sits between a sleigh-style sofa and an oversized loveseat. The soft light from the suite’s ambient lamps casts a warm glow over the scene, adding an intimate touch to the moment. Liliana has never been one to enjoy eating out, not because of the food, but because of the company that typically came with the experience. But tonight, the company was excellent. As she considers which seat to take, Eamon makes the decision for her. With a smooth motion, he slips an arm around her waist and pulls her down between his legs on the sofa. Her face flushes red as memories flood back—memories of the last time he was behind her, the way he’d taken control, the way he’d made her feel things

*** Third Person POV The room was dimly lit, a street lamp outside cast a soft glow through the sheer curtains. The hotel suite was quiet, the distant hum of the city muffled by the thick walls. Eamon and Liliana found themselves entangled on the couch, their bodies pressed together in a slow, rhythmic dance. Liliana straddled him, her thighs resting on either side of his hips, their movements synchronized as they explored each other’s bodies. What had begun as an aggressive, almost feral need had gradually softened into something more tender. Eamon’s hands traced the curve of her spine, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her shirt. Liliana’s fingers brushed through his hair, her touch light but deliberate, as if she were committing every strand to memory. The intensity of their earlier passion had given way to a different kind of intimacy—one where every sigh, every breath, was laden with meaning. Their bodies moved together, not in the frantic rush of desire

*** Third Person POVEamon watched Liliana’s car disappear down the road, the early morning light casting long shadows across the pavement. The suite felt eerily empty now, the echoes of their night together lingering in the silence. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the lingering warmth of her body against his. It was time to shift gears, to leave the world of intimacy behind (grudgingly) and step back into the light of his other life.The call he’d received earlier tugged at his thoughts. The case was pressing, a reminder that the world outside was as brutal and unforgiving as ever. As he walked to his car, the weight of his responsibilities settled back onto his shoulders, heavier than before. The city around him blurred as his mind began to sift through the details of the ongoing investigation, forcing thoughts of Liliana back.By the time he reached his office, Eamon was in work mode. The building loomed above him, a stark contrast to the warmth of the suite he h

*** Third Person POVLiliana sat at her desk, staring at the blinking cursor on her screen. "Okay, Lil," she muttered to herself, "let's see where we’re at with this." She scrolled through the document, bracing herself for the usual feeling of dread that came with being behind. But this time, something was different.“Huh,” she murmured, a small smile forming on her lips. “I’m actually farther along than I thought.”Her initial outline had seemed overwhelming, crammed with too much content for the original ten-minute slot. But now, with the expanded time, it was almost perfect. “I’m not going to have to trim much at all,” she realized. Relief washed over her. “This might actually work.”Liliana glanced at the clock on her computer. It was getting late, but she was too absorbed in her work to care. “Just a little more,” she whispered, her fingers flying across the keyboard. The ideas flowed effortlessly, the words coming together in a way that felt almost magical. She silently thanked h

(5 MONTHS BEFORE ACCIDENT)*** Third Person POVThe auditorium is bathed in a low, intimate light, the stage a focal point of anticipation. The audience sits in hushed silence, the atmosphere electric with curiosity. Liliana steps onto the stage, the red TED letters standing boldly behind her, symbolizing ideas that challenge the norm. She’s dressed simply, yet her presence commands the room. She pauses at the center, letting the silence build before her voice cuts through the darkness.“Danger,” she begins, her tone steady but with an edge that promises more. “It’s a word that triggers an instinctual reaction—our pulse quickens, adrenaline surges, and suddenly, we’re hyper-aware of everything around us. But what if I told you that danger is also one of the most potent fuels for sexual desire?”The audience shifts in their seats, some leaning forward, others exchanging glances, intrigued but uncertain.“Tonight,” she continues, “we’re going to explore how danger and anticipation not on