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Silas buries his face in the crook of my neck, his teeth sinking into my sensitive flesh as he follows me over the edge, spilling his hot cum deep inside me. His knot expands, locking us into place, and I groan at the sensation.

We cling to each other, our chests heaving and hearts pounding in sync as we ride out the aftershocks. Silas's lips find mine, his kiss tender and reverent, a stark contrast to the raw passion of moments before.

As our breathing slows, he rolls us both onto our sides, pulling me flush against his hard chest with my thighs wrapped around his hips. His fingers trail lazily up and down my spine, sending delicious shivers through my sated body.

Silas's fingers trace the delicate curve of my cheek, his touch feather-light and reverent. He tilts my face up to meet his gaze, his golden eyes shimmering with an intensity that steals my breath. In this moment, the world falls away, and all that exists is the two of us, our bodies intertwined and our souls laid bare.

"Bella," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. "There's something I need to tell you."

I search his face, taking in the chiseled lines of his jaw, the sensual curve of his lips. My heart stutters in my chest, anticipation thrumming through my veins.

Silas takes a deep, steadying breath, his fingers curling around the nape of my neck. "Do you remember that day, when my father..."

His words trail off, but I know exactly what he's referring to. The memory is seared into my brain, a painful reminder of the cruelty we both endured. I nod, my throat tightening with emotion.

"You put yourself between me and his fists," Silas continues, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You were so brave, so fucking stupidly selfless. Even then, you were willing to sacrifice yourself to protect me."

I swallow hard, the weight of his words settling deep in my chest. "I couldn't let him hurt you," I whisper, my fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw."

"I swore to myself that day," Silas continues, his voice thick with conviction, "that I would do everything in my power to keep you safe. To protect you, just as you protected me."

Silas's grip on my neck tightens, his thumb brushing over my racing pulse. His eyes bore into mine, the golden depths swirling with an intensity that steals the breath from my lungs.

"Bella, I..." He swallows hard, his adam’s-apple bobbing. "I'm in love with you. So fucking in love that it consumes me, body and soul. It's like a fire in my veins, burning me from the inside out."

My heart stutters, then kicks into overdrive. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as his words wash over me, wrapping me in a cocoon of warmth and safety.

Silas presses his forehead against mine, his breath mingling with my own. "I've tried to fight it, to push it down, but I can't anymore. You're in my every thought, my every heartbeat. When I close my eyes, all I see is you."

A shaky laugh escapes him, his fingers tangling in my hair. "It's terrifying. I've never needed anyone the way I need you. Never wanted to possess someone so completely, to brand myself on their very bones."

Holy shit. Holy shit, holy shit.

My heart hammers and my entire body flushes with fire.

Silas Carbone is in love with me.

Silas fucking Carbone loves me.

CHAPTER 15

SARAH

I pushopen the heavy velvet curtains, stepping into a realm of vice and indulgence. The air hangs thick with a heady mixture of pheromones, sweat, and expensive cologne. Dim lights cast a seductive glow over the stage where scantily clad omegas sway their hips to a pulsing beat.

I scan the room, my alpha senses heightened, searching for any sign of Rosa amidst the sea of intoxicated patrons and drugged up dancers. The primal part of me growls at the sight of so many vulnerable omegas being exploited, but I maintain my composure. I have to blend in.

A burly beta in a crisp suit approaches me, his eyes glinting with greed. "Welcome, Alpha. I don't believe I've seen you here before. Seeking some...companionship this evening?"

I meet the beta's gaze with a cool, appraising look. "Indeed. I'm looking for something...special. A rare beauty, one might say."

The beta's grin widens. "Ah, a discerning alpha. We pride ourselves on offering only the finest selections here. Come, let me show you our current lineup."

He leads me past the main stage towards a series of private alcoves. The pungent aroma of slick and desperation permeates the air. Omegas draped in sheer silks lounge on plush couches, their glazed eyes barely registering my presence.

My jaw clenches as I take in the sordid scene, barely concealing my revulsion. These omegas, mere shells of their former selves, have been broken and molded into compliant playthings for twisted alphas' amusement. I silently vow to burn this wretched place to the ground once I have Rosa.

The beta gestures to a particular alcove, his voice dripping with false charm. "Now this little gem is one of our most popular. Obedient, eager to please. I'm sure she would be more than happy to entertain an alpha of your caliber."

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