Omega POV (Ayan)
I sat in the closet, barely breathe
But instead…
I heard laughter.
A soft, feminine laugh.
Then a voice.
"Oh, Kieran," she said, light and teasing. "You still look so serious. Just like when we were kids."
What?
I pressed closer to the closet door, just barely peeking through the crack.
She was standing in the middle of the room.
Long legs, shiny black boots, tight leather pants. Her hair was silky, curled at the ends, her eyes lined dark and full of mischief. Her scent—sweet and sharp—rolled through the room like thick perfume.
Another Omega.
She smiled at him, slow and knowing. "Still carrying guns, I see. So dramatic."
Kieran wasn't smiling.
"How did you get in?" he asked tightly. His hand was still on the gun, but lowered now.
She twirled a key card between her fingers like it was a toy. "Your mom gave it to me, remember? After that little engagement dinner she threw?"
My heart dropped.
Engagement?
She walked toward him slowly, hips swaying like she was on a runway.
"I told them I wanted to see you again. Alone. Just like old times…"
He tensed, but didn't stop her.
She touched his chest. Dragged her fingers down the front of his shirt.
"I missed you," she whispered.
Kieran still didn't speak.
She leaned closer. "Still sleeping in all black. Still looking like you'd rather die than smile."
"Klara," he said finally, low.
"Oh good, you remember my name," she giggled.
And then—
She kissed him.
Hard.
I swallowed a gasp.
He didn't move.
He didn't kiss her back.
But he also didn't push her away.
My chest twisted.
Then, as if that wasn't enough, she pushed him backward—right onto the bed—and straddled his lap.
His eyes flashed gold for a second.
"Get off me," he said.
She only smiled, her hands on his shoulders, leaning close so her chest pressed against him.
"But you used to like this, didn't you?" she purred. "When I kissed your jaw? When I used to—"
"That was years ago."
Her smile slipped slightly.
"And now?" she asked, watching his face closely. "Is it the little Omega hiding in your closet that you want now?"
My blood turned cold.
Kieran's hand snapped to her wrist like lightning—gripping her tightly.
"How long have you been watching this house?"
Kieran shoved her off his lap.
Hard enough she slid off the bed.
She landed on her feet with a laugh. "Wow. So serious."
"You're trespassing."
She smiled wider. "I'm your fiancée. Technically."
"Not by my choice."
He pointed toward the door.
"I'll handle this with my parents. But if you ever come here again without my permission…"
His voice dropped to a growl.
"You won't be walking back out."
Klara's eyes gleamed with amusement.
Then she turned—paused at the door—and said, "He's pretty. But I wonder how long he'll survive once they find out."
And with that, she left.
The door slammed.
I stayed in the closet, holding my breath, my hands gripping the sleeves of Kieran's robe so tightly my knuckles hurt.
My heart hadn't stopped racing since she left.
I kept waiting for Kieran to say something.
To call my name.
To check if I was okay.
But he just stood there.
Silent.
And then—before I could even collect myself—
The door slammed open again.
Her heels clicked hard against the floor.
I flinched.
"KIERAN!" she screamed.
He turned sharply. "I told you to leave—"
She shoved her phone in his face, screen glowing bright in the dark.
"YOU BASTARD,Your golden bond. That Omega in the closet is your moonmate?!"
Kieran didn't answer.
She stared at him. Her voice broke. "You've been avoiding me for him?! "
He growled low. "Don't talk about him like that."
Her eyes snapped to the closet.
Then she moved.
Fast.
Before Kieran could stop her, she threw the closet door wide open and grabbed me by the wrist, yanking me out like trash.
"Get out here, you little home-wrecker!"
I stumbled forward, barefoot, still in nothing but his robe. My body crashed into hers as she shoved me.
And then—
She slapped me.
Hard.
The sound cracked through the room like a whip.
I gasped.
My cheek stung. My eyes burned.
But before I could react—
She was lifted clean off the ground.
Kieran had her by the neck.
He slammed her against the wall with one hand, his eyes glowing bright gold, his canines visible.
"Touch him again," he said, voice low and deadly, "and I swear to every god in this world—I'll break your fucking arms."
She choked, kicking.
"Kieran—"
"You came into my house. You threatened my mate. You touched what's mine."
His grip tightened.
"I don't care who your family is. I don't care what deals they made. If you ever, ever lay a finger on him again—"
He released her.
She crumpled to the floor, gasping and clutching her throat.
He turned to me immediately.
I was shaking.
Still stunned.
He stepped closer, cupped my cheek gently, the same one she slapped.
"You okay?"
I nodded, barely.
He pulled me into his arms.
"I'm so sorry."
Behind him, Klara glared up at us with eyes full of hate.
"I'll ruin you," she hissed. "Both of you."
Kieran didn't even look back. "Get in line."