Omega POV (Ayan)
Here is Chapter Nine, where things take a darker and more suspenseful turn. Ayan's world shifts from teasing heat and secret feelings to sudden danger—and the Alpha's protective instincts kick in hard. The style stays simple and in Ayan's POV, keeping the tension real and sharp.
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Chapter Nine: Hide
Omega POV (Ayan)
I don't even remember falling asleep.
Maybe it was the exhaustion. Maybe it was the weight of what I overheard. My body felt warm, safe—even though my chest still ached with the things Kieran said.
But sometime during the night…
I woke up to the feeling of strong arms wrapping around me.
I jolted.
"Shh," Kieran whispered. His voice was low. Rough. Serious.
Something in his tone made my skin go cold.
"It's me."
The room was dark. Just moonlight through the curtains.
He was crouched beside the bed—his hand gripping my shoulder tightly. His other hand…
Was holding a gun.
I stared at the weapon.
"What…?" My voice came out small. "What's happening?"
"Someone broke in," he said. "Security tripped ten minutes ago. I checked the cameras. Someone got past the gates."
My blood turned to ice.
He was dead calm, but his grip was iron. Like he'd snap if I moved wrong.
"W-What do I do?" I asked, voice shaking.
He looked at me, eyes sharp, glowing faintly gold in the dark.
"I want you to hide."
My heart hammered.
He pointed to the large walk-in closet at the corner of the room.
"Go in there. Don't make a sound. No matter what you hear. Don't come out until I come for you. Understand?"
I nodded fast.
"Kieran—"
"I'll be fine," he said quickly. "But I won't be able to focus if I'm worrying about you."
He leaned in. Pressed a quick, hard kiss to my forehead.
Then he pushed me gently toward the closet.
I crawled in, my limbs shaking, heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst out of my chest.
The door clicked openbehind me.
I sat in the dark.
Alone.
Surrounded by his scent.
Trying not to cry.
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."