Chapter 4
Anthony Vasseri (DA) ML
I didn’t expect that, *low voice*
Luke Dawson (DO) MC
Good, *Luke murmured* Because I didn’t plan it
Their hands didn’t touch. Their bodies didn’t lean close. But something between them lingered — something heavier than the kiss, deeper than the silence that followed.
They stood side by side at the edge of the Vasseri balcony, eyes on the moonlit garden. As if pretending this moment could be suspended. As if peace lived in moonlight.
But it didn’t.
And reality, as always, came crashing in.
Chester Selva (DA) Ml Best friend
Anthony!
Chester’s voice shattered the quiet. He froze when he saw Luke, then looked between them with wide eyes and a familiar smirk
Chester Selva (DA) Ml Best friend
Oh, Oh no
Anthony Vasseri (DA) ML
What is it?
Chester Selva (DA) Ml Best friend
Your father’s looking for you. He just got word that Dawson's made a move in Marquess territory. He thinks it’s a sign the alliance is a setup
Luke Dawson (DO) MC
*blinked* It’s not
Chester Selva (DA) Ml Best friend
I know that, not unkindly, But try explaining that to a man who thinks betrayal is foreplay
"Luke sighed" straightening the collar of his tux
Luke Dawson (DO) MC
Back to reality
He started to move past Anthony, but the Alpha stepped in front of him—soft, but solid
Anthony Vasseri (DA) ML
Luke, *voice lower*
Anthony Vasseri (DA) ML
This isn’t over
Luke’s eyes met his. The tension in his jaw gave way to something rare — something vulnerable
Luke Dawson (DO) MC
I know, *he said softly*, That’s what scares me.
Anthony walked in silence, his mind spinning between strategy and desire
Chester walked beside him, glancing sideways
Chester Selva (DA) Ml Best friend
You kissed him
Chester Selva (DA) Ml Best friend
You kissed him
Chester said again, grinning
Chester Selva (DA) Ml Best friend
Now, In front of half the house Did you lose your damn mind or finally find it?
Anthony Vasseri (DA) ML
Both
Chester Selva (DA) Ml Best friend
Does he know what this means?
Anthony Vasseri (DA) ML
No, And I’m not sure I do either
"Back in the guest wing – Luke’s room"
Luke stood at the mirror, wiping the remaining smudge of wine-red lipstick from his lower lip. He stared at his own reflection. Pale. Sharp-eyed. Unbonded.
For the first time in years, his chest felt tight.
Not with fear. Not with anger.
But with possibility.
And it terrified him more than any enemy ever had
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