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*CHAPTER TWO: SHADOWS AND WHISPERS*
Eli's breath hitched as he stepped out of *Le Veleno* into the cold night. Rain had softened to a mist, cloaking the city in silver shadows. His heart still pounded—not from the chase, but from the silent storm inside.
The streets were dangerous for an unregistered Omega like him. He kept his scent hidden with suppressants, his head down, and his past buried deep. But tonight, something had shifted—Lucien's claim was no ordinary threat. It was a binding, a promise written in blood and instinct.
Across town, in a penthouse bathed in pale moonlight, Lucien poured another glass of whiskey. His sharp eyes lingered on the city below—a kingdom built on fear and loyalty. Yet tonight, his thoughts weren't of power or control, but of Eli. That fragile, defiant Omega who'd crossed into his world and wouldn't let go.
Lucien was an enigma to everyone, even himself. Raised in darkness, forged by betrayal, he trusted no one—not even his own instincts. But Eli was different. In him, Lucien sensed a fire untouched by fear. A secret worth protecting, or perhaps, destroying.
The game had only just begun.
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Eli pulled his coat tighter, eyes scanning the misty streets as he walked faster. The claim burned beneath his skin like fire and ice. He didn't understand why Lucien singled him out—what could an unregistered Omega from a broken home possibly mean to a man like that?
His phone buzzed.
A message from an unknown number:
*"Meet me. Midnight. Pier 7."*
No name. No signature.
Eli's pulse quickened. It had to be Lucien.
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Lucien stood at the edge of the pier, the cold sea breeze tugging at his coat. The city's glow was distant, but his mind was closer to the storm inside him. Eli's scent was stronger here—vulnerable, raw.
When Eli appeared, soaked and shivering, Lucien didn't reach out immediately.
"You came," he said, voice low.
Eli swallowed. "You sent the message."
Lucien's eyes narrowed. "Why do you run, Eli? From me, from your nature?"
Eli's voice broke slightly. "Because I don't want to be owned."
Lucien stepped closer, the space between them crackling. "You're not owned. You're claimed."
Eli's heart slammed against his ribs.
"Claimed isn't a cage," Lucien whispered. "It's a promise. One you'll learn to keep."
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Eli stiffened. "A promise? From a mafia Alpha I barely know?"
Lucien's expression didn't change. "You know enough. You felt it, too."
Eli looked away. "What I felt doesn't matter. I've survived without a bond my whole life. I'm not looking for a mark to chain me."
Lucien's voice softened, dangerously calm. "You think I mark lightly?"
The sea lapped quietly at the docks.
"You think I *choose* easily?" he added.
Eli's breath caught — something in Lucien's voice wasn't threatening. It was *tired*. Like someone who'd carried too much for too long.
The silence between them stretched.
Then — a memory.
*Flashback:*
Eli was nine, hiding under the rickety stairs of their tiny apartment. His older brother had gone out to find food. His sister was coughing in the next room. And their mother… gone, like always.
Outside, Alphas passed — laughing, fighting, spraying their dominance across the streets. Eli had pressed his nose into his shirt, terrified his scent would bloom too early, too loud.
"You're not safe," his brother had whispered when he returned. "Promise me, Eli. Stay hidden. Stay small."
He did. For years.
*Back to present:*
"I was never allowed to be seen," Eli muttered, eyes far away.
Lucien watched him. "But I saw you."
Their eyes met again.
And for the first time, Eli didn't look away.
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Eli's fingers curled into his sleeves, knuckles white. "You don't know what it's like. To grow up fearing your own body. To feel your instincts rising and *hate* them. To know the second they smell what you are, they'll cage you, sell you, break you."
Lucien's jaw tensed. Not out of anger — but restraint. He stepped closer, slowly, giving Eli the space to pull away. Eli didn't.
"I wasn't always this," Lucien said quietly. "I wasn't always untouchable."
Eli blinked.
"There was a time," Lucien continued, eyes unreadable, "when I had to kneel for men weaker than me. When I had to bleed just to earn silence. I learned early: power keeps you free."
Eli whispered, "Then why did you stop me tonight?"
Lucien looked at him like he was the only truth in a city built on lies.
"Because you smell like someone who deserves to be free… and no one else in that room knew it but me."
Eli's lips parted, the wind catching his breath. The bond between them shimmered in the air, unspoken but undeniable.
Neither moved.
Then Lucien said, quietly, "Go home, Eli. While you still can."
Eli didn't ask what he meant. He just turned — heart heavy, throat tight — and walked back into the mist.
Behind him, Lucien didn't move.
But the bond had deepened.
And fate had already made its move.
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