NEXT MORNING:
Morning sunlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the pristine white marble of Alessio's penthouse in a soft golden hue. The silence inside was almost holy—until Noah's fork clinked against his plate, echoing too loudly in the empty dining room.
He sat alone, poking at the expensive breakfast laid out in front of him. His messy curls drooped over his forehead, still damp from his recent shower. His oversized white shirt—stolen from Alessio's wardrobe again—clung loosely to his petite frame. There was a bruise under his collarbone from bumping into the kitchen counter last night, but he didn't care.
Alessio entered, wearing a dark charcoal t-shirt and tailored joggers. Even in casual wear, he exuded danger and dominance. His steps were silent, but the weight of his presence crushed the room like gravity.
Noah didn't look up.
"I need to speak with you," Alessio said, voice low, unreadable.
Alessio thought a lot last night now its finally time..
Noah didn't respond. He took another bite of eggs like he hadn't heard.
Alessio came closer, leaning against the back of a leather chair. "My mother's pressuring me again. The engagement proposal is on the table."
Still no response.
Alessio's gaze narrowed. "I won't marry her."
Noah finally looked up.
"I'm not marrying anyone," Alessio continued, his tone gentler now. "But I need to take control of the situation before it spirals. That means… formalizing what we have."
Noah's brows lifted. "Formalize?"
"I'm saying," Alessio said, slowly, deliberately, "I want you to be my mate. Officially."
The fork in Noah's hand froze mid-air. "You're joking."
"No."
Noah looked up, slowly, his eyes already glassy. "So now what?" he muttered. "You already bought me. Now you want to fuking claim me too?"
The curse sliced through the air like a blade.
Alessio's eyes darkened. His calm cracked—barely, but enough. He stood still for a beat, jaw ticking, breath heavy.
"Noah," he warned, softly. But it didn't stop there.
"You motherfucker," Noah snapped, rising from the chair, eyes flashing. "I'm not your damn pet. You don't get to just own me, mark me, like I'm—like I'm less."
Then came the silence before the storm.
Alessio's chair scraped back violently. He stood, rage igniting in his chest. In one swift movement, he gripped Noah by the waist and lifted him like he weighed nothing until his feet's wasn't touch floor.
Their chests slammed together.
Noah struggled, fists thumping against his chest, but Alessio's hold tightened. "If I really wanted to claim you," he growled into his face, "I would do it right here, right now. I'd tear you apart and no one—not even you—could stop me. I'd fuck every ounce of your bratty attitude out of you until you're too brainless to fight."
Noah froze, breath shallow he couldn't Believe his everything change suddenly, heart pounding, but still—still—he held Alessio's gaze, fierce and unbroken. "Do it," he hissed. "And Prove what a monster you are."
Noah spit on Alessio face,
The words and that were gasoline to fire.
Alessio's rage exploded. He slammed Noah onto the dining table, knocking cutlery and plates to the floor with a crash. Without hesitation, his lips crashed into Noah's with savage force, bruising, angry. Noah writhed beneath him, biting Alessio's lip hard enough to taste blood.
Alessio only laughed bitterly, pinning Noah's wrists.
"Spit fire all you want," he hissed, grabbing Noah's cheeks, forcing his mouth open. He leaned in, spat directly into his mouth with venom. "Swallow it. Let it sink in."
Noah jerked away, gagging, disgusted, but before he could react, Alessio's mouth was back, claiming him again, a ruthless punishment of lips and breath.
The omega whimpered, shoulders trembling.
And then—he
sobbed.
That broken sound shattered something inside Alessio.
He pulled back abruptly, horror flashing across his face as he watched tears stream down Noah's cheeks. His chest heaved, the scent of Noah's hurt cutting deeper than any curse.
"Noah—"
A sharp slap echoed in the room.
Noah struck him hard, eyes blazing with hatred. "I hate you. I hate your filthy touch. You're disgusting. You're not a man, you're a fucking beast!"
Each word was a dagger.
Alessio's nostrils flared, fury overtaking guilt. Without another word, he yanked Noah from the table, dragged him to the front door. "Then go," he spat. "Get out. You want to act like a stray? Fine."
" shoes?" Noah's voice cracked.
Alessio didn't answer. He wrenched the door open and shoved him out.
Noah stumbled into the corridor—barefoot, dressed only in a torn white shirt and small shorts that barely reached mid-thigh. His shoulder scraped against the wall as he turned to face Alessio.
"Go now cry somewhere else," Alessio muttered, voice like ice, and slammed the door shut in his face with burning anger .
The silence that followed rang louder than any scream.
He broke everything inside the house_cursing,
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Noah wandered down the empty streets of Milan, lost in a haze of rage and shame. He didn't know where he was going. People stared—some with pity, others with hunger. The wind brushed against his bare legs, his shirt still damp with tears and saliva.
Then he heard a whistle.
"Hey, pretty boy," a voice drawled. "Need a ride?"
Noah looked up sharply. Three men stood by a parked car, eyes raking over him like vultures. One licked his lips. Another stepped forward, pulling out a cigarette.
"You lost, sweetheart?" one mocked. "We can help."
Noah's heart thumped. His feet backed away instinctively.
They followed.
"Aw, don't run," another said, grabbing his wrist roughly. "We're just being friendly."
Noah jerked away, panic rising. His throat locked. His pheromones spiked—fear, pure and sharp.
The man's grip tightened.
But before anything else could happen—
A black car screeched to a halt nearby.
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Author's Note:
Who's in the car? Is it Alessio? Or A new character?
Tell me in comments section....
Also I am working on a new bl novel it's omegaverse × fantasy × royal family
Theme:- Step brothers × hate to love
Obsessed with each other× Forced marriage × royal omega marked enigma.
Here's the synopsis:
He was my stepbrother… my enemy… the man who destroyed everything I loved but I marked him and now we are forced to marry.
Prince Raphael lives behind a mask of elegance and pride—but beneath it, burns a thirst for vengeance.
Xavier—his cold, powerful stepbrother—stole his crown, shattered his world, and took everything that once belonged to him. Including his future.
But on the night Raphael was to bond another, everything changed.
Drugged and trembling, he was found by Xavier… and claimed in the most brutal, possessive way possible.
> "You were meant for him," Xavier growled, dragging his tongue down Raphael's throat, his grip bruising.
"But this body and your little hol*?" He shoved him down, tearing silk and lace. "This was made for me."
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Raphael fought back—with hatred, with lies, with betrayal.
He accused Xavier of unforgivable crimes.
He let another man mark him with a child.
All to break him.
But Xavier never backed down. He protects Raphael from the shadows, even as they destroy each other in secret.
> "You hate me?" Xavier snarled, thrusting deep enough to make Raphael scream.
"Then scream, little prince. Let the whole palace hear who owns you now."
> "Get off me—!" Raphael spat, nails digging into his back.
"You'll beg me to stay," Xavier whispered into his ear, thrusting harder. "Beg, and maybe I'll come inside like you need me to."
> "F-fuck you—"
"You already are."
Every touch is a battle.
Every kiss is a war.
And when Xavier takes him, it's with a passion that burns through every lie.
> "You want my hate?" he snarled, hand gripping Raphael's throat, holding him in place.
"Then take it. Take it until you forget how to lie."
Two royal enemies.
One forbidden obsession.
In a palace built on blood and betrayal… can love survive the flames of revenge?
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How's it ?