She fell silent, then groaned. The sound was no longer born of pain, but of the urgent compulsion of her cycle. She bit her lip, fighting an impulse she knew would destroy her.“The stimulants. They gave me too much. I can’t control my cycle. Desmond…” She called Edi by his Incubus name, indicating that her instinct recognized his true nature.Edi walked closer. He no longer saw his friendly neighbor. He saw a deadly yet shackled Lamia Anomaly. His eyes shifted to the rusted iron chains wrapped around her wrists and ankles.“Those chains won't last long. You know that,” Edi said. The strength of a Lamia in heat was immense.Mia nodded quickly. Tears began to trace paths down her temples. “I’m trying. But the more I hold back, the more it hurts. If this cycle isn't properly resolved… I could die from energy exhaustion. Or, worse, I'll become a beast that kills anyone who comes near.”The situation was clear. Edi’s Incubus System had already warned him about Incubus Rage if his DP wasn'

“So, you’re suggesting I should have just let the thugs Mr. Berny sent attack me?” he asked, his tone far calmer than he had expected.“That’s an argument you could use in court. But Edi, your counter-attack went too far. You injured him and his men brutally.”“Listen, Counsel,” Edi said, leaning back casually in the kitchen chair. “Tell Berny. I’ll be waiting for him. If he wants to drag this into the legal arena, I’m ready. I’ve already paid my lawyer.”The lie came out effortlessly. He didn't have a lawyer, but he had DP and Incubus strength. This was a bluff, but he delivered it with complete conviction.There was a long pause on the other end.“I hope you understand the consequences, Edi. The Hardian family is a highly respected family in this city.”“And tell him this,” Edi said, pausing briefly before continuing. “If Berny or his family, or any idiotic lawyer, dares to bother me or my sister again, Berny’s current injuries will look like a cat scratch. He should be grateful I’m

“Edi! We’re done. Get in now,” Amel called from the car, ending their conversation.Edi nodded at Olivia. “Continue on the phone. Give Edi all the information you’ve gathered about Desmond.”Edi hurried into Amel’s luxury car, settling into the soft leather seat. Amel held his hand as the car drove off. She turned her head, her eyes filled with passion and appreciation.“That was clever, Darling,” Amel whispered, kissing Edi’s cheek. “Making my daughter believe you are my consultant. Now we have an alibi.”“She’s not suspicious anymore?” Edi asked.“Suspicious, yes. But at least she doesn't think you're the man she saw brutally kissing me in the club bathroom hallway. You managed to convince her,” Amel chuckled. “So, what is your first step, Mr. Consultant? Should we focus on the Berny issue or the more important matter—your already abu

Naturally. Edi increased the pace, pumping pure Incubus energy into himself, forcing the rhythm of dominance. The task of a Noble Demon is not to seduce, but to claim. Mia had surrendered, and Edi accepted it, converting the biological pain that gnawed at her organs into pure energy that poured into him, appeasing the brutal cycle.Edi gripped Mia’s throat, not to hurt her, but to emphasize his undeniable dominion. His eyes were crimson; Edi’s face vanished completely. He was Desmond, the ruthless Harem King.And then, with a joyous shout that morphed into a long, deep howl, Mia let go. Energy erupted from her, feeling like a deadly warmth, yet so gentle, as if something hard within her body had just broken, releasing years of pressure.Edi felt a startling surge of DP energy enter his system. Not just 15,000 DP, but an extra surge. Perhaps the Lamia rewards a successful mate.Slowly, the muscular tension in the Lamia’s tail softened. Th

“What mark? I fell,” Edi shot back, panicking.Sella swatted Edi’s hand away, a kind of blue fire in her eyes that Edi rarely saw. It reminded him of the glint in her gaze when she spoke about Bern. A possessive jealousy, fueled by deep insecurity.The girl grabbed Edi’s chin, forcing him to meet her gaze, and leaned in. Her face was mere inches from his. “Don’t treat me like an idiot, Edi. I’m not a child. That’s a hickey.”The word was spoken with exaggerated emphasis, as if it were an insult. Sella was breathing heavily.“From who? Is that your ‘dirty’ work? Are you selling yourself, Edi?” she demanded. The emotion in her voice was overwhelming, like a collapsing wall.Edi tried to back away, but Sella’s grip was strong, immensely strong. Stronger than Edi remembered.“Sella, calm down. This isn’t your business. I’m an adult,” Edi s