Damián was in the car with Adam, p a question he had asked himself many times, on various occasions, over the course of many years. The exact ws of survival he had learo practice were self-discipline and adaptability.

  For years, he maintained his operation mode. He avoided getting lost. sciously, he pyed different roles; his life was a grand stage with several memorable acts. But he lost his main role, to be the brother of Janine.

  However, it took iron fists to not cross the liablished and never yield an inch. By keeping his life objective and sometimes freezing, he avoided any temperature ges, so nothing would be disturbed.

  He became selfish in his pursuits, his life marked by initial losses and achievements, although these achievements didn't taste like happiness.

  Money was indispensable and essential... However, none of it mattered.

  Automatically, he raised his hand and ran his fihrough his hair. He wasn't sweet, the nice guy type. He felt an a, moal hatred within himself and fought tirelessly to not destroy everything around him.

  For a long time, he didn't uand how life worked due to his css, his race, and his orphaned in. He grew tired to find an answer, so he thought, "Fuck the world".

  He was too petitive to live and lose; he was a man who took many lives but never shot anyone in the back. He had some honor!

  Damn, why was he thinking about these things... The past was ing bad haunting him...

  Ihe car, the atmosphere was charged with the magic presence of Adam and Damián. The st of their pheromones mingled in the air, creating an aura of tension and attra.

  Adam drove with fidence, one hand firm oeering wheel and the other holding Damián. His touch veyed both security and possessiveness.

  Damián, with an anxious look, locked eyes with Adam and released a question filled with arroga also with a hint of delicacy: " you stop holding onto me while you're driving"?

  Adam ughed, a sound filled with good humor, and quickly took Damián's hand in a defensive gesture. His eyebrows arched in respoo the provocation.

  With a mischievous smile on his lips, he replied, "No, I 't. You make me feel this way, and I am responsible for you, remember?"

  Adam couldn't help but ione of respeto his voice as he ented on Damián's ce, despite his seemingly smaller size. There was something intriguing and irresistible about the omega's defiant attitude.

  As Adam skillfully drove, a spark of sarcasm illuminated Damián's face when Adam asked him about his pns for the day.

  Damián briefly averted his gaze from the road and sarcastically smiled back at Adam, provoking him iurn.

  With an air of authority, Adam inquired about Damián's outings with his friend Aster, implicitly suggesting that he wao be informed in advance.

  Damián paused, refleg on the audacious behavior of the man beside him. That behavior was almost primitive, as if Adam beloo another era.

  "Are you fronting me foing out to drink with my friends?" Damiáioned, maintaining a certain dose of defian his words.

  Adam responded with vi, "I am your Alpha; it's my right!"

  Damián, with an ironic smile on his lips, provocatively said, "Are you prehistoric? What will be the step? Are you going t me to your cave?"

  Adam enigmatically replied, "Perhaps... so let me know first, sweetheart."

  After twenty minutes of driving through the city, they finally arrived at the building where Damián lived.

  Adam firmly held Damián's hand; their gazes met, and a wave of emotions washed over Adam. It was the first time in his existehat he experienced such deep, genuine, and liberating feelings.

  Damián was a different kind of omega, awakening in Adam the need for care and affe.

  Adam aowledged to himself that he was an omega of strong temperament, yet at the same time, gentle and warm.

  Damián erfebination of sensuality, uninhibited spoy, and plexity.

  He was a true tradi, yet at the same time, the most adorable thing Adam had ever entered. It was iable; they were destio get married!

  Instinctively, Adam leaned closer to Damián's face to bid farewell, their lips mere inches apart. He asked provocatively, "Aren't you going to invite me up, Baby? I'm waiting for your invitation."

  Damián affeately replied, "I would feel guilty about you." I have just a small art gallery, while you... You... my dear Adam, manage billions and are a major Alpha in the financial world. Institutions have high expectations of you. So go to work, baby, and make me proud. quer the world ale for nothihan first pce. Be number one, Baby!"

  After Damián's provocative words, Adam's expression pletely ged. He didn't expect that response, as in all his previous retionships, his lovers always desired his time and attention. However, Damián was telling him to go quer the world ahe king.

  Adam was surprised by Damián's defiant attitude. His eyes met Damián's, and for a brief moment, he fell silent, processing those words that were so different from what he was used to hearing. A mixture of admiration and surprise-filled his eyes as he observed Damián.

  Without saying a word—Adam gently released Damián's hand and stepped back. A bold and somewhat admiring smile pyed on his lips as he looked at the omega before him.

  "You know, no one has ever said something like that to me before," Adam said, his voice filled with fasation and a touusement. "I've always been asked to stay, to give exclusive attention. But you... you wao go and quer the world?"

  Adam leaned in a bit closer to Damián, his gaze sparkling with a mix of challenge and curiosity. "You have ce, Damián. I like that. Maybe it's time I showed you what I do."

  As the tensioween them intensified, Adam felt a wave of desire c through his body. He couldn't resist any longer, and in an instinctive move, he turowards Damián and enveloped him in a passionate, ravenous kiss. Their lips met in a sensual daheir tongues iwining in a frenzied exge of pleasure.

  Damián responded with the same iy, his hands expl Adam's body as their emotions merged in the heat of the moment. That kiss was all they that instant, a moment of untrolble surrender and passion.

  However, as the kiss tinued, Damián began to feel trapped in Adam's strong, possessive hands. Despite the ing desire between them, an unfortable sensation started to arise within him. He struggled to break free, but Adam's hands seemed to envelop him like tentacles, impossible to untangle.

  Amidst the turbulenotions, Damián realized that even though it was Adam, this moment wasn't what he truly desired. It was thrilling, yes, but it wasn't the type of intimacy he yearned for. With one final effort, he mao free himself from Adam's grip and quickly exited the car, leaving behind a fused and bewildered Adam.

  Damián, with a mysterious smile, muttered to himself, "So, go quer the world, Adam. However, he desired to create such a vast space betweehat even the sor system would be envious."

  Dazed, upon arriving home, Damian became aware of something uling: iy, there were more rules imposed on omegas than on Alphas aas. And Adam, in a way, signaled all the time, "That's just how things are, and there's no ging it."

  But Damián wasn't the type of person to easily to the idea of proteixed with submission. From the beginning, he questiohe basic rules of the game.

  His mental script was entirely based on the reality he had experiehroughout his 48 years. He decided to ighe pre-established story of that world. He had no respect for the script that had been assigo him.

  The day, Damián was immersed in thoughts of dissatisfa as he sipped his coffee in the gallery, waiting for the meeting with Finley McDermott and his agent. While refleg on his life, he realized that love stories in books followed certain rules established by their creators.

  These rules were unbreakable; they were part of the hero's journey. One of those rules stated that nonist attains true love without enduring suffering. It was as if a dark cloud hung solely over the protagonist, testing their determination and strength.

  The protagonist must be the object of s and sometimes treated like a dog. Or worse, they must gh the baptism of pain! In the end, the protagonist must desd to the depths of despair. To emerge from the depths!

  But he, like the vilin, will have to desd even further, until reag hell. Vilins are like submarihey float, but they were made to sink.

  As Damián pted the cocktail of fusion, his life had bee...

  A car, bck as the night, stopped in front of the Stonehenge Gallery. The engine shut off, interrupting Elizabeth's thoughts. The car door opened smoothly, revealing a woman of magic presence.

  Elizabeth Kadman, with her flowing dark hair, was a vision of sophistication and elegance. Her blue eyes shimmered with determination as she emerged from the car. Dressed in an impeccable tailored suit, perfectly atuating her elegant curves, she exuded an aura of authority and css.

  As she walked towards the gallery, the sound of her high heels echoed on the pavement, adding a sophisticated rhythm to her presehe subtle perfume that enveloped her body left a seductive trail in the air, a blend of floral and woody notes.

  Gallery visitors turheir heads as she passed by, attrag looks of admiration and respect. Her upright and fident posture made it clear that she was a woman of influend power.

  Upoering the gallery, Elizabeth headed to the reception desk, where an attendant greeted her with a respectful smile. Her intense blue gaze surveyed the surroundings, abs every detail of the artworks around her.

  With a calm and firm voice, she asked, "Could you please inform me where I find Damian? I have an important matter to discuss with him."