Rupture, 125

Damián gently pushed open the door to the luxurious room he shared with Adam, feeling the weight of exhaustion on his shoulders after a long night of social events. The silence of the room was almost intimate, broken only by the muffled sound of his own footsteps. The soft glow of the lamp in the entrance hall cast delicate shadows on the walls, giving the space an aura of refuge.

He closed the door carefully, hanging his coat on the rack and slowly loosening his tie, the fabric sliding through his fingers before falling onto the armchair. The knot of his shirt came undone under his own touch, gradually revealing the warm skin marked by the fatigue of the night. He walked to the bathroom, where the white marble reflected the golden light of the chandelier. The hot water washed away the tension from his body, each drop running like a promise of rest.

When he stepped out of the shower, a towel was wrapped around his waist, droplets still glistening on his skin. But it was upon returning to the bedroom that he stopped, surprised. Adam was there, sitting on the bed, dressed only in a dark silk robe that barely closed over his chest. In his hand, a screen glowed with documents, but his eyes were no longer on it. They were on Damián.

"Welcome back," Adam's voice was low, husky, carrying something more than a simple greeting.

Damián arched an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips. He approached the bed, his bare feet gliding over the soft carpet. The towel fell to the floor before he sat down beside Adam, the proximity between them reducing the space to something negligible.

"I thought you'd already be asleep. Or working in your office here at the mansion, as usual," his voice sounded casual, but the glint in his eyes betrayed that he liked Adam's presence there, waiting.

Slowly, Adam turned off the screen and set it aside, as if, in that moment, nothing else mattered. His gaze slid over Damián's body, absorbing every detail with the calm of someone who knew they could touch whenever they wanted.

"I was waiting for you. I knew you'd be late, but I'd like you to let me know before you go to these dinners." His voice was soft, but there was something there, a layer of possession subtly veiled.

Damián felt the warmth growing under his skin, not just from the heat of the shower, but from the way Adam looked at him—as if he belonged to him. He leaned forward, resting his head on the alpha's shoulder, his fingers lazily playing with the edge of the silk robe.

"You didn't have to wait… and don't tell me what to do, Adam." His voice came out low, almost a whisper, like an intimate provocation. "I don't need a strong alpha to defend me. I can defend myself, and it was just a dinner. Benjamin was there…"

Adam let out a short laugh, a deep sound that reverberated against Damián's skin. His arms wrapped around him easily, pulling him closer, his nose subtly brushing the curve of Damián's neck. He inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet scent and the touch of freshly activated pheromones.

"You need me," his voice was a statement, not a question. His fingers slid slowly over Damián's damp skin, tracing a lazy path. "I'm your equal. That's who we are."

He pressed a warm, deliberately slow kiss against Damián's jawline, feeling the shiver in response.

"And I love your stubbornness. Lucky for you."

Damián closed his eyes for a brief moment, a mischievous smile on his lips.

"Lucky for me… or for you?"

The silence that followed was broken only by the ragged breaths of the two, and by the certainty that the night was just beginning.

Adam trailed his lips over Damián's warm skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive curve of his neck before moving down to his nipples, where he bit leisurely, without a trace of playfulness. Damián's body arched instinctively, a sigh escaping his slightly parted lips. He pulled Adam by the hair, forcing him to pull away, only to capture him in a hungry kiss, biting his lower lip firmly.

The alpha laughed against his skin, the vibration reverberating down to his bones. But the laughter soon dissolved into raw desire as Damián pulled him closer, guiding his mouth back to his body.

Adam's fingers slid slowly over his skin, tracing a path of possession, while his lips traveled the opposite route, from his collarbones to his navel. He gently pushed him against the bed cushions, pinning him there with the weight of his own body, leaving him no room to escape.

"Spread your thighs wide…" Adam commanded, his voice low, laden with authority.

Damián smirked, a challenging glint in his eyes.

"Come," his voice was a command, not a request. Strong, intense, without hesitation.

Adam obeyed, but in his own way—slow, torturous, savoring every second of what belonged to him.

"You're my omega…" he whispered against his skin, his hands sliding over his spread thighs, pressing against him, demanding surrender. "Mine alone, now and forever. Mine, whether you like it or not."

Damián arched his back, a low moan escaping his lips as Adam delved deeper.

"Yes… I want to use you, my omega," the alpha's voice was a hoarse growl of possession. "I want to have you. Own you. Body and soul."

His movements were intense, and dominant, yet never losing the precision of pleasure. Damián gripped his shoulders, his fingers digging into his skin as he surrendered to the frenzy.

Still hungry, still unrestrained, Adam took him with a need that bordered on desperation, as if Damián were the only thing that could satisfy him. And perhaps he was. There was something relentless in the way he loved, a raw, almost primal joy that made him seem like a man discovering absolute pleasure for the first time.

The rhythm increased, Damián's moans growing more intense, synchronized with Adam's movements.

"I'm going to come…" his voice dissolved into pure desire.

Adam braced himself on his forearms, his eyes locked on Damián's, waiting, demanding.

"Come for me. Now."

Damián surrendered to the climax, a deep tremor running through his body as he felt Adam reaching his own shortly after. Their thighs slapped together, muscles tensing before finally relaxing.

The world seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Adam pulled him close as if wanting to maintain that connection for a little longer, as if time could be suspended just for the two of them. His strong arm wrapped around Damián's waist, keeping him curled up against him, their bodies still intertwined.

When he finally opened his eyes, he found Damián's watching him. He sighed, a smile curving his lips.

"Ah, yes, my omega…" Adam murmured, the melancholic tone contrasting with the raw satisfaction still burning under his skin. He traced the line of Damián's jaw with his fingers, thoughtful. "It seems I can't possess your soul without losing mine."

Damián smiled, sliding his fingers over the alpha's sweaty chest, his eyes gleaming with something dangerous and sweet at the same time.

"Lucky you, then."

Silence filled the room once again, now only broken by the rhythmic breaths of two bodies that knew exactly who they belonged to.

Damián lay on his back, panting, his body still trembling slightly with the remnants of pleasure. Adam was beside him, a heavy arm wrapped around his waist, as if he didn't want to let him go, not even in his dreams. The room was quiet, only the soft sound of their breathing filling the air.

Adam paused, his fingers tracing lazy circles on Damián's skin, as if trying to calm him—or perhaps himself.

Adam: "How was your day with Benjamin?"

Damián sighed, closing his eyes for a moment, as if reliving the day. 

"It was… good. He accompanied me; we spent the day at the gallery. We talked about art, and of course, no mention of the past… It's strange, you know? He admitted he's still getting used to everything."

Adam opened his eyes, looking at Damián with a serious but tender expression. The question he wanted to ask—and perhaps should have asked long ago—finally slipped out. 

"Why didn't you look for your family before? Why didn't you go back?"

Damián turned his face away, avoiding Adam's gaze. His voice was soft but carried something he didn't want to name. 

"You wouldn't understand… But now… I just want to sleep. I don't want to talk about it."

Adam hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to press further, but decided to let it go. His voice was softer now, almost a whisper. 

"Then sleep. I'll stay here."

Damián didn't respond, his body already relaxing under Adam's warmth. Within minutes, his breathing became slow and steady, and Adam followed, his arms still firmly around the omega, as if wanting to protect him even in his dreams.

Damián knocked lightly on Mason's door before entering, finding his brother sitting in an armchair by the window. The sunlight streamed in softly, illuminating Mason's weary face, which seemed lost in his own thoughts. His eyes were tired, surrounded by deep dark circles, and his posture was that of someone carrying an immense weight on his shoulders.

Damián closed the door behind him and approached, his voice soft but filled with concern. 

"Mason… how are you?"

Mason didn't respond immediately. He kept looking out the window, as if seeing something far beyond the garden outside. When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse, almost a whisper.

Mason: "I envy Aster. I didn't want to feel this way, but I do." 

He paused, his fingers gripping the arms of the chair as if trying to hold onto something. 

"He's a CIA agent, the great hero, the one who saves people. And in this world, he even has an evil stepmother. You've seen Clarice—she's the evil sister. But he has an alpha who loves him and protects him. If you look at his life, it's like a classic romance, following the cliché path of good… And then there's me?"

He laughed, a bitter, humorless sound. 

"My life is like a series where every episode has to be a disaster… So it's Bang, Bang, and Bang… Boom, Boom, and Boom… But sometimes, I think there'll be light at the end of the tunnel… But the only light waiting for me will be from a police car or an ambulance… Why can't I be happy?"

A tear rolled down Mason's face, and he wiped it away quickly, as if ashamed to show weakness. Damián, however, didn't hesitate. He stepped closer quickly, gripping Mason's arms firmly.

Damián's voice was firm but full of concern. 

"Mason, what happened? Talk to me."

Mason looked at Damián, his eyes shining with a mix of despair. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, as if fighting the urge to open up, but finally gave in.

Mason's voice was low, almost a whisper, but laden with emotion. 

"I argued with Taylor and Gunnar… It was horrible, Damián. Taylor… she attacked me. I admit we said terrible things, but she attacked me with her pheromones. And the worst part was seeing Mr. Cecil there, watching it all, and he did nothing. Nothing. He just stood there, as if I wasn't worth defending."

Damián felt a wave of anger and concern rush through his body. He didn't stay calm, gripping Mason's arms firmly.

Damián's voice was firm but filled with rage. 

"What did she say, Mason?" 

Mason explained that the climax of the argument came when he told her she would never be with Adam and that she should look for an alpha elsewhere.

Mason looked down, as if ashamed, but finally rolled up his sleeves, revealing red and purple marks on his arms. Damián felt his blood boil at the sight of the bruises, his expression shifting from concern to fury.

Damián felt a wave of anger so intense it nearly blinded him. He released Mason's arms and stood up, his expression now hard and determined.

Damián, his voice cold but laced with fury: 

"Change your clothes, Mason. Now. You're coming with me." 

Mason looked at Damián, surprised by the sudden shift, but obeyed without question. As he dressed, Damián opened the bedroom door and shouted down the hallway, his voice echoing through the mansion.

Damián entered the grand hall, holding Mason by the arm, his expression stern and resolute. Mr. Cecil was already there, standing with impeccable posture, as if he had been expecting this moment. The staff paused their tasks, discreetly watching the scene unfold, while the echo of Damián's footsteps resonated through the hall.

Damián, his voice filled with contained fury: 

"Mr. Cecil, do you have any explanation for the lie you told me? How dare you say Mason was in his heat cycle when, in fact, he was attacked by Taylor?" 

Mr. Cecil remained calm, his eyes cold and calculating. He gave a slight bow before responding, as if trying to maintain an air of professionalism. 

"Mr. Damián, I believed it was the best response at the time. Taylor was already under a lot of pressure, and I didn't want to cause further conflict. I thought it best to avoid a larger confrontation." 

Damián felt another wave of rage course through his body, but he maintained his composure, his voice now sharp as a blade. 

"Avoid a larger confrontation? You think lying to me and allowing Mason to be attacked is the solution? Under no circumstances should this have happened. You failed, Cecil. You failed as a butler, as a protector of this house, and as a human being." 

Mr. Cecil hesitated for a moment, but soon assumed an expression of resignation, as if trying to justify his actions. 

"Mr. Damián, I only did what I thought was best for the family. Taylor is a powerful alpha, and I couldn't interfere. I didn't want to cause more problems." 

Damián stepped closer to the butler, his posture firm and his eyes filled with determination. He looked directly at Mr. Cecil, his voice dripping with authority and disdain. 

"I refuse to live under the same roof as you. I won't tolerate your presence here." 

He turned to Mason, his expression now softer but still urgent. 

"Pack your things, Mason. We're leaving now." 

Mason nodded without question, and the two quickly headed upstairs, under the watchful and judgmental eyes of the staff. Twenty minutes later, Damián and Mason came back down, each carrying a suitcase. Damián walked toward the main door, his determination evident in every step.

However, Mr. Cecil appeared again, subtly blocking their path. He maintained a professional demeanor, but there was a hint of challenge in his voice. 

"Mr. Damián, this is not how things are done in the Kadman family. You must wait for Lady Elizabeth to return before making such a drastic decision." He paused, his tone growing firmer. 

"And please, don't be a sore winner. Taylor is already under a lot of pressure." 

Damián felt another wave of anger rush through him, but before he could respond, the door opened, and Benjamin walked in, accompanied by Malcolm Kadman. Benjamin's expression immediately changed upon seeing his son with a small suitcase in hand, and he went on high alert.

Benjamin: "Damián, what's going on? Why are you leaving?" 

Damián looked at his father, his voice steady but devoid of emotion. 

"I'm not staying here. I'm going somewhere else." 

Benjamin didn't hesitate. He looked at Damián, his expression serious but filled with concern, and tried to calm his son, saying they needed to resolve things calmly. 

"Damián, you need to calm down. Let's work this out together, calmly. You don't have to leave like this." 

Damián looked at Benjamin, his expression now softer but still determined. 

"Then take me to your house. Can I go to your house?" 

Benjamin felt a surge of emotion rush through him. This was what he had always wanted since Damián had returned to his life. He didn't hesitate. 

"Of course, my son. Let's go now. You don't have to stay here." 

Malcolm Kadman tried to intervene, his voice calm but authoritative. 

"Benjamin, let's be reasonable. Damián can't just leave like this. We need to resolve this as a family." 

Benjamin looked at Malcolm, his expression now hard and resolute. 

"After he calms down, we'll come back. Right now, he needs space." 

Without waiting for further responses, Benjamin took Damián's suitcase and walked toward the door, followed by Mason. A quick phone call, and Benjamin's car was already waiting, the driver holding the door open. Damián and Mason got into the car, and Benjamin closed the door behind them before taking the front seat.

Malcolm stood at the entrance, watching the car drive away, his expression a mix of frustration and concern. He knew the situation had escalated quickly, and now it was up to him to fix things before it was too late.

Damián looked out the window, watching the Kadman mansion fade into the distance. For the first time in a long while, he didn't know where he was going—but he knew he couldn't stay there any longer.