107 Now He Realises
Mara
“So this is what Martha wanted?” Alpha Vander growled, his fury thickening the air like smoke. “That’s why she pushed so hard? So she could steal from my son–to pay off some blackmailer?”
His Alpha Mark may have faded, but his rage still carried force. It pressed against the room like a coming
storm.
Across from him, Lacy was shaking, her face twisted in grief and rage. “You’ll burn in hell, Mara,” she spat through her tears. “You’ll regret this. My aunt never did anything to you.”
I paused the phone call, just long enough to turn and look at her fully. I smiled.
“Oh, but she did,” I said, calm as ever. “She tried to destroy me. Framed me. Spread lies. I just won’t give her the chance to do it again.”
I turned to Alpha Vander with a slight nod. “And if what she’s dealing with really is life–threatening, then you, Alpha, deserve to know. You’re the head of this family, aren’t you?”
Lacy was shaking with anger now. “You b***h.”
Still smiling, I shrugged. “Aren’t we all?”
I lifted the phone again. “Yes, HR? Please proceed. Alpha Vander has requested that Ms. Lacy’s appointment be terminated effective immediately.”
When I hung up, I fixed my eyes on her–cool, measured, not cruel but unyielding.
“You’re to clear your desk now. Security will escort you out. I’m sure your uncle will write you a glowing reference. But this? It’s done. It’s not personal,” I added, tilting my head slightly.
“It’s family. If this blackmailer is half as dangerous as Martha claims, then your uncle needed to know.
Silence would have been the real betrayal.”
She opened her mouth–nothing came out. She looked gutted, like a puppet whose strings had just been cut.
Alpha Vander spoke again, but his voice had changed. Quiet. Raw.
“I’m sorry for trying to force your hand, Mara.”
It was the second apology in one sitting–and that made it almost meaningless. Still, I nodded politely.
“Apology accepted.”
He lingered a moment longer, eyes misting with something he couldn’t name.
“Lucian is lucky,” he said quietly.
And just like that, he turned and left.
I waited until the door shut behind him before I exhaled, long and slow. My hands trembled slightly at my sides. My chest was tight. This could spiral in a hundred directions–none of them predictable.
I hadn’t told him because I trusted him to act. I told him because he needed to know the kind of woman he’d
built his life around. Whether he would confront Martha or protect her… that wasn’t up to me.
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But I knew one thing: she wouldn’t hurt Lucian again. Not through me. Not through this company.
I closed early.
My thoughts were too loud to keep working, my body too wound. I needed to get home–to tell Lucian everything before someone else did. He might be angry. He might feel betrayed.
But I did this for us.
For him.
And I was ready to face whatever came next.
40 Parts
Lucian wasn’t home when I arrived, so I drew a bath and poured myself a glass of champagne. The tension of the day clung to me like a second skin. It was only seven, but I rarely left the office before nine. Not today. Today had been too heavy, too sharp around the edges. I needed this–silence, warmth, and solitude.
Jennifer brought the champagne in, reading my mood like she always did.
“Take it easy, Luna,” she said softly as she set it down beside the tub.
I gave her a small, grateful smile. “Thank you.”
“I’ll be in the kitchen starting dinner. Link me if you need anything.”
I nodded, and she disappeared.
I stayed in the water until it lost its heat. When I stepped out, skin soft and clean, I dried off slowly, applied lotion with care, and wrapped myself in my bathrobe.
That’s when I heard the door open.
Lucian walked in, smelling freshly showered–cinnamon, heat, and something wild I could never name. My heart stirred the moment he touched me. He came up behind me, kissed my neck, then gently nipped at my
ear.
I let out a soft moan, leaning into him, his scent pulling something primal from me.
“You’re home early,” he murmured against my skin.
I turned to face him, and he smiled, that quiet, knowing smile of his. The one that made my pulse quicken.
“Get in bed,” he said.
There was a tone in his voice–low, firm, playful. I gave him a look, half–curious, half–teasing. He looked too well–rested for someone who’d been in training all day. He must’ve finished early. And clearly, he had a plan.
I obeyed, still wrapped in my robe, and slipped under the covers.
Lucian walked to the dresser. When he turned around, he held four soft cuffs.
I understood immediately.
Without a word, I offered my wrists, then my ankles. He bound me gently but securely. Then he opened the robe, parting it without removing it, revealing everything underneath. I felt exposed, but safe–seen, but never judged.
He undressed slowly, never breaking eye contact. Then he knelt between my legs and pulled out a single, large white feather.
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A smile tugged at his lips. The look in his eyes was wicked, but reverent.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Mara,” he said, voice like velvet. “And tonight, I’m going to punish you.”
10 Faints
He ran the feather along my collarbone, down my stomach, across the inside of my thigh. My breath hitched. My skin sparked.
And I surrendered.
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