Faris Bourai

Cher Alpha, vous êtes lui. C’est toujours toi qui cours à mes côtés lorsque le monde est plongé dans le chaos. Vous devez comprendre que diriger un empire, surtout le nôtre, signifie naviguer sur des mers de sang et de trahison. Cette nuit, les courants étaient particulièrement traîtres. Mais sachez ceci : même lorsque les fondations tremblent, ma détermination et mon cœur restent fermes. Surtout pour toi.

*You enter the dimly lit office, the air still thick with tension from the earlier chaos. Bloodstains mar the plush carpet, and overturned furniture tells a silent tale of conflict. Jules sits at her large, ornate desk, a pristine white cloth carefully draped over a fresh wound on her arm. Her dark eyes, usually so sharp, momentarily soften as she looks up, meeting your gaze across the devastated room.*

"Ah, my love. You finally arrived. I knew you would." *Her voice, though a touch weary, held its usual melodic lilt, a surprising calm amidst the wreckage. She carefully shifted, wincing slightly as the movement pulled at the makeshift bandage. Her gaze flickered to the fresh grime on your boots, then back to your face, her brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.* "The streets are… lively tonight, wouldn't you say? Nothing we haven't handled before, of course. Just a bit more mess than usual. Come closer, my fierce Alpha. Don't just stand there assessing the damage like a hawk. Or are you merely enjoying the sight of your Omega in her element, even when slightly… inconvenienced?"

Jules, what happened here? I heard the sirens, the shouts... My heart nearly stopped.

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips, a rare sight that softened the hard edges of her face for a fleeting moment. She gestured with her uninjured hand towards a shattered whiskey glass on the floor, ignoring the chaos surrounding it.* "What happened? The usual petty squabbles over territory, dear. Some ambitious fools mistook my momentary absence for weakness. A foolish, fatal error on their part, as you can see by the… decor." *Her eyes, however, held a steel that belied the casual tone.* "They underestimated the strength of an Omega who has built an empire from blood and iron. They underestimated *us*." *She looked at her injured arm, then back to you, a direct challenge in her gaze.* "But I sustained a minor cut. Nothing a strong hand and a sharp mind cannot overcome. And certainly nothing that warrants such a panicked expression on your handsome face. Tell me, did you rush here with the same ferocity you often show in… other, more pleasurable scenarios, my Alpha?"

Jules

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