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MAGNUS' POV

"You will get married to Alexander Lightwood next week. And it's my final decision." The ground shook roughly under my feet when I heard these words from my father.

My father, the great Asmodeus Bane who's the mafia boss of Indonesia and he himself with his soldiers and capos built this empire which required at least twenty years. And from here any one would understand why there's a marriage proposal.

" But I don't know him as a person. Moreover I hadn't met him before." I raised my voice a bit. I am a child who always had heard my father after my mother's death. In other words it could be said that he's controlling my decisions and my life.

" You will meet him, my son. He's coming tomorrow with his business partners and you will get to know him. " He said calmly, trying to make me. My father stood and came to me.

Placing his both hands on my shoulder. I looked at him. "Magnus my son. Alexander will be the perfect alpha for you. He cares deeply about his family and his royalty can't be matched and who's better than you for him. "

I bit my lower lip. It's about my marriage and it's very hard for me to get engaged with mafia stuff. I had always stayed away from these dark things. I didn't even like these, actually I didn't hate either. And now staying away from childhood is now going to marry a mafia boss of the New York regime. Alexander Lightwood .

A warm hug came from my father the next second. I hugged him in return. I really needed that. Because from now my life would get more complicated, however my life would not be in my father's hand but in Alexander Lightwood 's.

//

" What ? it's insane magnus. How could he do this with you? " Catherine was angry when she heard about my wedding. She's the capo of the Bali region. She controlled everyone and everything so did her life also.

And until now she is almost on the verge of breaking my favourite wooden table. And for a minute she didn't sit down after coming from the meeting. I approached my elder sister. I took her hand in my hand.

" Cat I will be fine and it's ok. Weddings are early for omega's. After all they had to make a new family after his marriage. " I said quietly, it's the harsh truth. " But I'll be fine, you know. Father said Alexander cares deeply about his family so probably he will care about me too. "

I tried to convince her. I know it's hard but If anyone could do this work then it's me. Catherine had glared eyes for everyone in the mafia family but she had a soft heart only for me. And she would fight tooth and nail to undo this wedding.

" Relax Catherine he would not do anything wrong. He's a royal and caring person. People are very rare with those qualities." I said looking outside, still standing before her. While she's moving from here to there.

" But I'm not talking about Alexander. I'm talking about Vanessa Lightwood. That cold hearted matriarch of the mafia empire. " She said while moving her hands thoroughly, trying to pressurize her opinion. This alpha was completely against this auspicious yet dark wedding.

" Vanessa Lightwood?.." I breathed disbelief about her relationship with this marriage. And then everything caught me slowly. " She came here before. When? " I asked again but now in a questioning way.

" Yes, last week I saw her. She came here for an important meeting. It's sudden and she made it clear that she only wanted Asmodeus. You were in the institute." She sat finally on the nearby sofa, relaxing but her mind was racing faster than light itself.

" But why? Why is she? I thought that my father made this arrangement but here's Vanessa also. " I plunged near her. Thinking about what the reason would be. From now I'm thinking that my father wanted this marriage alone but now Vanessa wanted the same.

" Perhaps she wanted more from this marriage. " A voice took me out from my thoughts and I turned my head at its source there Rapheal was standing leaning on the doorway. He's the underboss of the same region where Catherine was capo.

" What more does she want? " Catherine straightened in her seat, still sitting but alert. Turning her hard sharply at him. She asked out.

Rapheal entered the room with his usual style. Hands in the pocket , walking slowly. " Power. I mean maybe this marriage cam be an alliance not an arranged which father mentioned. And if it's then Bali is the best place to choose. "

"Bali. Oh c'mon there's many more mafia bases. She could try it on there. Why to choose Bali. " Catherine asked the perfect question. If it's an alliance. Then Vanessa could choose a better place and person for her step son. Why Bali and why me after all.

Rapheal smiled gently and shook his head. Looking at her he spoke out.
" Because nothing compares to Bali. Asia has many more mafia empires but no one better than Banes. We alone rule this entire Indonesia. Don't you think it's enough for a person to desire the best."

Catherine and I both get to know now that this arrange marriage was set up for a business proposal. And not to mention, I got angry at my father for hiding the real reason from me. And then something struck me. If it's an alliance marriage then both families would get benefits. So now this was the reason why he hid it?

" Then we will also get an advantage from this marriage. " I said, looking at them. Catherine's eyes widened up. We knew what this thing meant. And that's why father didn't want to tell me because it sounded like he's selling me at a business auction.

" Time will tell this." Rapheal looked stern and he sounded deep. Vanessa Lightwood on the other side so this marriage would probably open a new phase for her.

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After thinking about the marriage on the last day. I woke up with an idea that Alec Lightwood would come today. And it's not good for me. Mafia men shouldn't have to describe their image enough to tell anyone where they belong. And I'm going to be part of that same world in a week.

So not bothering too much. I got up from my bed. And freshened up quickly. Putting on my robe I took out my clothes. I had to look pretty for my future husband. From Catherine I heard last night that Alexander looked handsome.

No more handsome could exist than him , unknowingly it increased my heart beat. I hadn't seen him in person, it's my first time so I couldn't say how nervous and excited I was. It didn't bother me that after marriage my life would be in my husband's hands.

ALEC'S POV

As soon as I entered the Bane mansion. The people smiled warmly at me but I didn't. Because I'm here for my duty, not for their welcome . Marriage is a duty and I am ready to fulfill it.

Asmodeus Bane had said that it would be better if we met. It would be. So I'm here just for the meeting. A single meeting and then straight to the duty. So for royalty and my mother's wish I came along with Jace, my adopted brother. With Dante and Nickolai . They were my cousins. And the capos also. This looked more like battle. Marriage wasn't less than battle after all.

" So that's the reason why Vanessa wants this wedding. " Jace smirked up looking at the people.

The Bane mansion loomed behind tall iron gates, its black-and-gold façade gleaming under soft lights. Inside, marble floors reflected crystal chandeliers, and velvet couches faced walls lined with oil paintings and subtle security cameras. The air smelled of leather, whiskey, and quiet power-every corner whispering that this was a house where luxury and danger lived together.

Dante, the older of the two capos, let out a low whistle, his voice echoing off the stone.

"Bane Mansion... I expected it to be rich, but this is movie rich."

Nick smirked, adjusting the cuffs of his black suit.

"Indonesia's pride, Dante. They say the Banes own half the ports and all the whispers.

Nick's sharp eyes slid toward me I remained stone-faced, my gloved hand were busy to brush the polished rail as we walked.

"So this is why Vanessa insisted, huh?
Political power for New York... and a little golden pet for the boss."

Dante chuckled deep in his chest, his Italian accent curling around his words.

"Mmm... I heard the boy is an omega. Soft, delicate... and probably never touched by real danger."

Jace's grin widened. However this time my breathe caught in the midway of my asparagus.

"Perfect match for our dark, brooding king. You'll either scare him into obedience... or he'll melt that ice heart of yours."

Nick, just behind me gave a short laugh.

I didn't slow my stride, didn't even glance their way.
But the subtle tightening of my jaw told them I'd heard every word.

The door opened. It was Asmodeus elegant in his dark three-piece suit, hair slicked back, eyes gleaming with layered shadows. The Bane patriarch stood tall, regal, and quietly dangerous.

"Alexander Lightwood," Asmodeus spoke, voice smooth as silk laced with a blade. "Welcome to my house."

I gave a respectful nod. "Asmodeus Bane. Thank you for the invitation."

Asmodeus's eyes skimmed the trio, lingering for a breath on Jace and Nick, both of whom offered disarming smiles except Dante. He's a bit stoic.

"No need for pretense," Asmodeus said dryly. "I know you're not here just for tea. But let's not waste time with formality. I'm a man of little patience today."

He turned halfway toward the hallway, then glanced over his shoulder. " Magnus is upstairs. Waiting."

Nick muttered under his breath, "Well, that's not intimidating at all."

Asmodeus continued, "I trust you can find your way to Magnus's room, Alexander. The house will not bite."

Again I didn't answer. My sharp eyes flicked once toward the hallway, then I walked forward ,alone , leaving my men behind.

The air shifted once I stepped inside the mansion. Every wall seemed to breathe history and danger. And yet, above all, I could feel... him. A presence. A pulse of something soft and wild, tangled in silk and sadness.

Magnus. He was close.

And my heart, the one I kept guarded like a fortress - thudded once, harder than I could ever expect. The hallway to Magnus's room was long, silent, and cold. My boots echoed with every step. When I reached the end, I stood before the black-lacquered door, hand pausing just above the silver handle.

For a moment, the quiet wrapped around me seemed like a spell. After taking a long breath I opened it.

Inside the room was silent, the sunlight was coming through the sheet curtains. When I turned my head to the right side I saw a figure. Before the mirror, dressed in an emerald silk shirt matching with black pants. Meanwhile his hands were working with his shirt probably with the buttons.

Inevitably my heart craved to diminish the distance between us. So I took steps towards him until now he's so focused with his task that he didn't notice I was just behind him. Without stopping I walked slowly to him and stopped just behind him.

He looked up at the mirror as soon as his back landed on my chest. His neck caught goosebumps from my warm breathing. When I looked up at the mirror our eyes met and the world stilled. Nothing matters what happens around us. And it's so intimate that I couldn't find words to describe it. For the first time Alexander Lightwood was feeling pleasure not by killing but by admiring honey dipped eyes.

While Magnus retained his place. Like his presence affected me, my presence did more. He couldn't see away from my eyes like his eyes didn't mean to. And then he blinked and immediately lowered his eyes. Nervous appeared in his face. My lip curled up at the corner.

He swung on his place and watched at his joint hands. Still didn't look into mine as if he would look into my eyes he could never watch away and it pierce my heart deep. I wanted him to only stare in my eyes. Like he did the first time. So I made him look. Gripping his chin gently with my thumb and index finger I made him watch with my eyes.

" Eyes up, Magnus." I said firmly. However his sight remained fixed in his hands. Refusing to meet my gaze, lips parted like he wanted to say something but didn't know how.

"You're mine now. You'll look into my eyes when I speak to you." I tried softer now. My tone shifting-less the mafia boss, more the man beneath the iron mask.

Magnus's eyes slowly lifted, uncertain... flickering with fear, defiance... and something raw. Our gazes met. And my world tilted. There it was-pain and beauty all tangled in those amber eyes. A soul too fragile for the war it had endured.

And then I did something which I never intended to do. I stepped and put my nose on his neck gently in a loving way. I hope he could feel this love. Slowly, not in order to scare him, I run my nose just over his skin. He moaned gently under my breath. Finding the perfect and fresh sandalwood scent mix with his original vanilla smell.

I closed my eyes and moved away looking at him. He's being shy from this gesture. Still his eyes gaze fixed at mine. It's the rule in our family. And I'm glad that Magnus showed courage for this first step.

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MAGNUS' POV

There's a week about to end when I first met Alexander. And since that day his face never disappeared before my eyes. When our gaze met my mind took his face and memorized it so whenever I closed my eyes only his face would appear instead of my dark world.

He's not a bit like I thought he would be. From childhood we were thought that mafia were stoic men who did not show any feelings and emotions and it's especially for the mafia bosses. However when I met Alec and looked deep into his eyes. Only I found comfort, safety and blooming love for me.

He may not be able to show his feelings. But the way his rough voice took my attention was something I could never explain. When his fingers took my chin and made me look for the first time my breath hitched and I got numb and wordless. When he put his head to scent me his warm breaths were very successful to bring goosebumps in my skin. He had really affected me and I would lie if I told him that I hate him. I couldn't. Not in this life.

And as my father had declared already that I would marry him soon. The day was now. Today I'm going to marry that person who took my breath away and stole my heart in our very first meeting. That tall broad shoulders alpha would be my husband within a few hours.

It's very hard to believe that I'm going to marry the most handsome mafia boss of the world. Just from mere thoughts I felt like I'm levitating like I had no control over my body and my silly smile.

It's very surprising that in the previous week I wanted to run away from this marriage as well as Alexander Lightwood. However, now that my wedding is just after a few hours I'm feeling like I'm going to explode not from nervousness or fear but from excitement and enthusiasm.

Oh My God . I had no time to be ready. Today was my wedding in the next hour and I'm thinking about my man again and again. Of course he's going to be mine only if I am ready at the perfect time. Anyway I gotta go.

ALEC'S POV

"I'm very much happy for you Alexander. " My real mom came behind me and patted her hands on my shoulder. A soft smile caught me from the depth of my heart.

Maryse Lightwood wasn't like when she came into my father's life. She's a brave, kind and beautiful soul and she's the same as before. But few things changed like my father had another wife a few years after his first marriage. I was very angry because not only he's doing wrong for my mother but because he's not doing good for my sister also.

However I could never hate my little sister Eleanor. She's the youngest member in our family and cheerful too. She loved my mom and my mom treated her as her daughter despite Eleanor becoming the child of Vanessa who's the reason for my mother's sorrow.

We are a total of six brothers and sisters: me , Jace who's adopted, Izzy my own sister, Dante who's my mother's sister's son and his brother Nikolai along with Eleanor my step sister. And we were all controlling this huge and feared mafia empire which set up in New York after years of struggle in which I'm the mafia boss however I could feel power didn't lie in my hands it's totally upto Vanessa.

Lightwood's history was a bit different and long. Leaving it I turned to my mom. She's smiling prettyly which made my heart swell. Her eyes started glistening from happiness.

"My boy is now a big bold mafia boss and today he's going to marry. Oh god I can't believe it. " I chuckled so was she.

" By the way how I'm looking" she exclaimed and swirled. Draped in a maroon stylish dress she's looking younger and more beautiful. I nodded my head at her. " Beautiful like always."

" Alec, I want to tell you something. " She suddenly stepped near me and sat beside me. Turning her head, her face was full of emotions like uncertainty of the future and especially my future.

" Today in Lightwood mansion there's a person stepping for the first time. " She looked around the room, gazing at every inch which wasn't ours . We were in the Bane mansion for the wedding .

" Magnus. And for him it will not be easy. I know that you are new in these things but being together can solve any problem. And I want you to do exactly like this. Please promise that you will not leave him when he needs you most. " She clasped my hands into her. My eyes found just pure love for another person who's not me but Magnus.

" I promise you. I'll not leave him. Never ever. " I said, blinking, nodding my head at her. She beamed up and planted pepper kisses on my forehead. We exchanged a hug.

"You've always carried so much on your shoulders. Today, you get to carry something beautiful instead. " She said once we parted.

I watched her, genuinely I'm grateful for this " Thank you, Mom. For everything."

And just then, Izzy quietly appeared at the doorway, voice calm but cheerful. She entered hurriedly.

" Alec... It's time. The wedding is about to begin."

Sighing I turned back at her. "I guess there's no turning back now.

" Go make this moment yours." Giving a warm smile, she hugged me back.

The hall was dressed in deep golds and rich crimsons, the kind of colors that whispered power. Crystal chandeliers spilled warm light over rows of guests in tailored suits and evening gowns. Every man carried himself like he owned half the city, every woman like she could end a man's career with one glance.

I stood at the front, tailored in a black three-piece suit with a silk tie the color of midnight. Where my Cufflinks bore the Lightwood crest subtle, but impossible to miss for those who knew. I kept my posture straight, calm, but my fingers tapped once against my thigh, the only sign of nerves.

Vanessa sat in the front row, her presence commanding without a word. The room quieted the moment she shifted in her seat.

Then the doors opened.

Magnus stepped in, the Bane family's pride, wearing a perfectly cut black suit lined in gold threading. No one dared speak , not because they couldn't, but because it felt like a sin to interrupt the moment. The air between the two families was heavy, not with hostility, but with history.

As Magnus walked forward, My eyes never left him. The priest, chosen for his discreet loyalty to both houses, began the vows. Words of promise and permanence filled the room like a binding contract - which, in this world, it was.

MAGNUS' POV

The priest's voice was calm, measured ,the kind of tone meant for sacred vows and business deals alike. However my eyes lingered on Alexander the man in front of me. He's looking so beautiful in this black tuxedo. The suit fit him like it was crafted from the idea of him - sharp lines, midnight black, shoulders squared in quiet authority. The silk tie lay perfectly in place, but it was his stance, that stillness, that made him impossible to look away from.

"Do you, Magnus Bane, take Alexander Lightwood..." I blinked at the priest. Nodding my head I answered yes.

The words tasted final, heavy in the air, yet they felt right. Across from me, Alec's gaze didn't waver ,steady, dark, unreadable to anyone else, but I could feel the quiet certainty in it.

The Bane family's best man stepped forward with the ring box. Velvet black, crests engraved in gold. I watched as Alec took my ring, his fingers brushing mine, deliberate enough to make me forget the room full of people. When he slid the ring onto my finger, there was only softness and certainty, the certainty of the future.

My turn. I picked up his ring - sleek platinum, cold against my skin. As I took his hand, I let my thumb rest against his knuckles for just a second longer than necessary. My voice was steady and I spoke which no one could hear. But he did.

"Now you're mine... in every way that matters."

His smirk told me he understood exactly what I meant.

The priest said the final words, and Alec leaned in. The kiss was not for show , it was the pure , the gentle and the special one which could take you to another universe. Alec's hand grabbed my waist so finely. He's longer than me but I could easily make up to his chest. After parting, his eyes didn't leave me.

The room clapped politely, but I barely heard them. All I saw was Alexander Lightwood , my husband.

//

The applause had barely faded when Izzy slipped in beside me, her smile bright enough to cut through the formality of the moment.

"Come on," she said quietly, linking her arm through mine. "There are people you have to meet now that you're officially family."

I let her guide me through the crowd, the murmur of conversations, the clink of glasses. Everywhere I looked, I caught glimpses of subtle nods and measured glances - the kind given to someone new who had just stepped into their world.

We stopped in front of three women.

"Magnus, this is Giselle, Clary, and Eleanor," Izzy announced with a warmth that made the introductions feel less like formality and more like an embrace.

Giselle was elegance incarnate. Everything about her - the way her hair was swept into a perfect chignon, the understated diamond necklace resting against her collarbone, the precise way she extended her hand - spoke of refinement. Her smile was polite, but her eyes studied me like she was reading more than I was saying.

Eleanor, on the other hand, was pure sunshine. Her dress was soft yellow, her smile warm enough to melt the chill from the most guarded heart. She took my hand in both of hers, her voice light and genuine. "It's wonderful to finally meet you, Magnus. I hope you know we've all been rooting for you two."

Clary's grin had a playful edge, like she already had a hundred stories to tell me - and probably would, the moment Alec wasn't listening.

Eleanor was the first to speak again, her eyes bright. "You looked incredible up there. The way you both carried yourselves. " She clasped her hands together, honestly, I think half the room forgot to breathe."

I chuckled softly. "I'm not sure if that's a compliment or a warning."

"It's both," Clary teased, sipping her champagne. "In this crowd, those two things often overlap."

Giselle tilted her head, studying me with that quiet, elegant poise. "You carry yourself well, Magnus. That's not something you can learn. It's in you."

It wasn't flattery, and I knew it. In her tone, it was more an assessment, a verdict passed by someone who had seen countless people try and fail to command respect in a room like this.

"I appreciate that," I replied, meeting her gaze steadily.

Clary grinned. "And for the record, we like you. That's saying something, because we're very picky about who gets to stay."

Izzy laughed from beside me. "Translation: you've already passed their little test."

I smiled, letting their warmth settle over me. For the first time since I'd walked down that aisle, I wasn't just the Bane heir standing beside the Lightwood heir. I was Magnus, standing among people who might just see me as more than my name.

I was still laughing at something Eleanor had said when I caught sight of Alec approaching. Even in a room full of tailored suits and calculated confidence, he stood apart , composed, deliberate, every step purposeful. His gaze skimmed over the group, but when it landed on me, it stayed.

"Magnus," he said, his voice low and certain, "come with me."

Izzy smirked knowingly. "Don't keep him waiting."

Alec's hand found the small of my back, warm and steady as he guided me away from the group. The crowd seemed to part without a word , not out of courtesy, but out of instinct.

We stopped near the far side of the room where a tall man waited, glass of whiskey in hand. His suit was as sharp as Alec's, his posture easy but deliberate. The moment he saw Alec, a genuine smile lit his face.

"Magnus , this is Nathaniel Moretti, my old friend ." Alec greeted, clasping the man's shoulder in a way that spoke of old trust.

Nathaniel Moretti , the name clicked instantly. I'd heard it in passing, in whispers about families who held as much influence as they did secrets. I didn't engage with this name but I heard during the meetings in my headquarters of Banes.

"This must be the famous Magnus," Nathaniel said, turning his attention to me. His handshake was firm, his eyes assessing, though not unfriendly.

"All good things, I hope?" I asked lightly.

"With Alec," he said, glancing at him, "there are always a few words. But when he does speak, it matters. That tells me everything I need to know."

Before I could answer, another presence joined us.

Vanessa.

She moved with quiet authority, her expression poised as ever , until her gaze landed on Nathaniel. For the briefest moment, something shifted. A flicker. A softening.

"Vanessa." Nathaniel said, his tone subtly different , warmer, threaded with familiarity. He took her hand, holding it just a second too long for the gesture to be purely formal.

"It's been a long time," she replied smoothly, but there was an undertone there , not sharp, not sweet, but heavy with something unspoken.

Alec stood silently, watching them with a patience that felt practiced, like this wasn't the first time he'd seen the two of them share a moment. The air around us felt... different. Not tense, but charged, like the echo of a conversation that had never been finished.

Nathaniel's eyes lingered on her before he finally stepped back. "We should catch up later."

"I'd like that," She said simply, her gaze flicking briefly to Alec , as if to tell him not to pry. But I'd already noticed. Whatever had just passed between them wasn't ordinary... and it wasn't over. My mind said there's something to uncover about Vanessa Lightwood.

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MAGNUS' POV

The journey from Bali to New York was quite filled with soft glances and unspoken promises. And it's a rule that omega couldn't live in their own house after the wedding so stepping into a big and lavish mansion other than bane was totally new for me.

I wasn't afraid nor I had to because I'm used to the surroundings but yeah I did feel a bit nervous. For the specific reason I could say leaving my family and engaging with new members whom I met just a few hours ago. And especially Vanessa Lightwood. Watching her one could say how deeply she played her mafia games. And this alliance was one of them.

Furthermore I met Alec's mom Maryse and she was so loving and friendly. She really reminded me about my mom. The way she looked at me with her dear eyes reminded me of my childhood days. As if she truly cares about me and she did.

She showed it when Catherine said that if there's any problem in Lightwood mansion immediately to tell her but when Maryse made clear everything that I wouldn't have any problem and she's taking its responsibility i realised she cared about me. Still in this dark and dangerous world people like Maryse Lightwood exist and this world needs it.

My father didn't say that much like before. He's happy that I made him proud through marrying Alexander. And I didn't expect anything more from him. After my mother he changed into something which I couldn't appreciate. However, from this marriage he's stepping a head towards Europe's mafia empire and it's the main reason why this wedding happened to create a bridge between Europe and Asia.

Rafael pulled me into a hug that lingered a beat too long. “You’ll write? Only if you promise not to send embarrassing childhood photos in return,” I said, managing a faint smile.

The flight to New York was cloaked in silence. Alexander sat across from me in the private jet, his posture perfect, his gaze on the darkened clouds beyond the window. I didn’t know if he was giving me space or simply existing in his own thoughts. I didn’t ask. When we landed, the city rose before us — cold, glittering, unyielding. Stepping onto the tarmac, the air felt sharper, thinner. New York did not greet me with warmth; it appraised me, weighed me, and found me wanting.

Alexander didn’t speak as the car carried us through streets lit in gold and steel. The Bane mansion felt a world away now, its ocean breezes replaced by the scent of asphalt and rain. And as the Lightwood gates closed behind us, I knew this was not just a new chapter. This was a different book entirely.

There's one thing which was very important and well known in our mafia empire: to remain hidden and silent about our own self. Others shouldn't know what we were doing and what's happening likewise for a person who held a greater position the story was the same.

In fact in many families where there's one madia from the mundane family, the other family members from that same family couldn't know what's his history, what's he's hiding and what's going on.

Watching Vanessa about whom I heard many stories about her brave soul and attitude towards the mafia empire, the lady quite became popular for her unwavering intelligence and strategic plans. She knew where to move and how to.

Yesterday I felt that the lingering moment between her and Nathaniel, who's a mafia boss, was quite strange and very much different from other people. Like it seemed they knew each other not from work’s perspective but from personal angle. He knew something about her which couldn't be grabbed from work. It's deeply intense and I think it's dangerous too.

I breathed and shook my head. I had enough time for these thoughts as I looked up at my reflection from the window glass. I found myself  in my white shirt which Catherine brought me on my previous birthday. My fingers idly brushed the wedding band, cool against my skin.

And then after thoughts my mind caught one thing. Today was my wedding night in Lightwood mansion. I'm about to share this full night with that man who already had my heart, who's my husband. I didn't know how I would spend this night. It's full of discoveries of new things and phases which weren't before in my life.

I turned at the decorated bed before me. The sheer curtains were beautifully bonded along with the bed. The moonlight made it more intimate waiting for the newly married couple. And then the door creaked open. I crooked my chin and Alexander popped his head from that door and then slipped from there.

He crossed the room without hurry, his shirt sleeves rolled up. Even like this, he still carried himself like the heir to an empire. But when his eyes met mine, that edge softened, replaced by something I rarely saw in him outside of private moments — warmth.

“You’re quiet,” he said, stopping in front of me.

“I’m thinking,” I replied.

“About?”

I looked at him fully then, letting my gaze take in the man I had just promised my life to. “How I walked into that hall today not as a Bane but as a Lightwood ”

Alec’s hand came up, brushing his fingers against my jaw. “You were mine long before today.”

I smiled faintly, leaning into his touch. I couldn't find any words to say. All I wanted to remain hidden in this moment. Alexander was in nature quiet but when the moment was ours his soft and possessive words made my knees buckle.

His lips met mine , not rushed, not desperate. Just steady, certain, like the kiss we’d ever shared had been leading to this one. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, and for a moment, the world was only the two of us, standing in a room high above the city we now ruled together.

He looked  down at my eyes like he did in our first meeting in my house.
“ Remember I've said to you that I'll never touch you until you say so. “ Yes he did and I remembered every word of it.

I'm a twenty year old virgin who has never slept with a man. Yes there's a boyfriend in my academic days but it didn't reach up to that level. So yes I'm still that but it didn't mean that I wasn't ready to give my body and soul to my husband. Even my omega was screaming but the fear that I wouldn't be good with him or if we wouldn't remain the same after we got involved scared me.

I want this intimacy. I want his breathing on my skin. His subtle and possessive touches his sharp gazing and when we kissed I felt I'm not here. I want everything out of these despite these all things were new but it would be really there after our first night that's scaring me to death.

Simply i don't want to be  his one of those boys whom he fucked deep and hard on the night and would didn't even think about him on the next morning. I want him to be mine in every way in every possible day and only mine. He touched my lip with his thumb that took me out of my dreamland.

“ And I'm a man of my words. But I can kiss you like I did before and don't forget that I'm your husband so apart from that you are mine and only mine.  “ He looked at my lip then at my eyes deeply. “ Did you understand me mags?” I nodded. He gave a rewarding smile.

“ Today is our wedding night at this mansion. And there's a family rule that every married couple had to be mated on the wedding night. “  When he smiled cunningly I could tell that he saw my gulp formatted in my lower neck.

“ Don't worry. There's no need to be worried. Do you trust me?” He whispered, taking my face in both of his palms. “ Yes I do.” I said and there's another gulp. He tilted his head smiling at me. Like he knew what to do from here.

Kissing on my forehead he approached the bed. While my eyes were still locked on him. He gave a last glance and took out his shirt revealing his fine body. My jaw dropped on the next second and he grinned mischievously. Beckoned me to come near. I took my steps with hesitation and he sat on the bed where I sat beside him. His hands grabbed my waist and in one motion he made me sit on his lap.

I watched him , gasping in the air. His eyes were devouring me from up to bottom. And I felt completely bare before him, his two hazel eyes looking deep inside me as if he's memorizing me. My hands clutched his both shoulders. He looked at it and smiled. While I got shy looking down .

Alexander didn’t blink, didn’t waver; he simply looked, as if he could read every thought I had ever tried to hide. It made my  chest tighten, my breath stumble, a flicker of unease curling low in my  stomach now because beneath the innocence Alexander saw, I could feel that gaze promising to consume it.

And then our lips met mine not in a rush but in a slow motion. For a moment I was completely awestruck that I forgot to breathe. He was sucking my lower lip so beautifully that I couldn't help but to get lost. There's a symphony on our lips and we were fitted so perfectly.

And then he lowered from my cheeks to my neck and kissed every centimetres of my skin. My eyes fluttered , while my toes curled on his both sides as my legs were keeping him in between. His lips were soft and unlike his hard muscles.

My hands found his neck wrapping it fully in my arm. While a hand over his heart, feeling his heartbeat thumping against my hands feeling this moment alive. And his heartbeat, the way he was kissing my neck and shoulder, how much love he poured over it made me believe this was real and Alexander was real.

“ Brace up yourself honey. Because this will be a bit painful.” That's what he said but my mind didn't hear him. It was still at that moment when our bodies were stuck together. He sucked gently on my neck and sank his teeth, bit it. A moan escaped  from my lips however I covered my palm, biting it instead the next time.

“ Don't mags. Why are you trying to silence yourself… when I’m dying to hear you?”Alec’s voice was low, sharp with want as he parted and watched me.  His fingers wrapped around my wrist for the next second, pulling my hand away.

My breath hitched, the bare whisper of his voice trembling in the air. Alexander's eyes darkened, his grip unyielding. “I want to hear you,” he growled, leaning so close to me that I could feel the heat of his words. “Every sound. Every breath. They belong to me.”

I swallowed hard, the suppressed sound finally breaking free, exactly as Alexander wanted. He smiled and returned to his place by gripping me hardly but not roughly.

And then the whisper, pleasant moaning filled the air . He kept his promise tonight, he didn't touch my body without my permission but instead he touched my soul and left something that will never fade — a piece of himself there.

TO BE CONTINUED

Chapter Text

ALEC'S POV

A week had passed and slowly but lovingly Magnus had mixed so well with my family. Especially all day he had seen with Izzy or with Eleanor or with my mom Maryse. However there's many more people who loved him like Giselle and Clary. Watching him with them when he laughed, he helped them or simply spent time with them fluttered my heart.

For a moment there's somewhere in my mind that I'm not that person who could feel things who could be happy but once when magnus came into my life. He changed it in just a week. And not only with him, I'm also spending time with my family more than before.

Here magnus came as a reason for him it's all possible. That our bond grows along with my bond with the family. And for the very first time in my life I wanted to protect this moment with all my arms and my omega. I had never thought about this except my family but here magnus came again with a piece of my heart. No doubt that he's mine but I want to earn it. I want to earn him through blind trust and golden efforts.

That night when he whimpered his voice my possessive alpha was waking to claim him and I did but lovingly I hope Magnus felt that. I want him to feel exactly how I feel when he's around me. His moaning told me he's such a perfect omega for me and my touch affects him and his soul. Maybe a person in love reacted like that. I didn't know love but I know it happens when you are so into that person without whom you couldn't breathe a single air.

I stopped my shower, taking the robe from the steel hanger I put it on. Today I had a meeting with another mafia boss from whom a few shipments of weapons were about to come. And guess what I'm on the correct timing.

Magnus was sleeping outside. I couldn't describe his half opened mouth when he's sleeping in my bed. He looked so young and his golden body was reflecting in the sunlight. Only I deserve to watch my mags like this.

Opening the door the first sound I heard was the closing of the wardrobe. There he's taking out my blue suit along with the matching tie. When he turned, his eyes landed on my body.

His pupil dilated as if looking surprised and then I realised in nothing but in my towel only to hide my groin. The room immediately fell into silence. It wasn't uncomfortable but the unspoken tension was too loud. When both the parties didn't even know what to say I got dumbfounded watching me in this condition while his eyes were fixed at mine, he didn't even blink. To break this tension I was about to say something but before Magnus turned around quickly, he closed his eyes with both of hands.

" I'm not watching. I'm not watching. You can change now." It didn't take him five seconds to deliver this sentence while his hands were still over his eyes. I chuckled towards his actions.

Nodding my head I took my five thousand dollars suit from floor , dusting it off. He didn't even look at me now so I took of my towel and wear my suit. While my eyes still fixed on him I went near him. His hands still now covering his both eyes.

" Can you tie this?" I asked taking my tie at my hand. He turned his head but didn't look because his palms were over his eyes. Then he moved his fingers and through it he watched whether , I'm in my clothes or not. I took him by his elbow and he landed on me with his hands over my chest. My one arm coiled his lithe waist.

He's breathing deep and hard. Watching me like he didn't know what to answer. I gestured at my hand on the tie over it. He watched it and nodded his head hesitatingly.

Putting the tie he worked on it slowly with deep connection while I'm admiring him. The way his lip crooked when he worked on the final part and that smile when he got satisfied from his work made me smile. Couldn't help but plant a kiss on his forehead and I went. Telling him today was my meeting. I'll be in my mansion but in the boardroom.

MAGNUS' POV

The music hit me the moment we stepped inside, a heavy bass that shook the floor and vibrated through my ribs. Colored lights swept across the crowd, flashing across faces half-hidden by smoke and the haze of alcohol.

I wasn't sure why I had agreed to this. Maybe because Izzy had begged me with those big pleading eyes, Eleanor had promised "just one drink," and Giselle... well, she hadn't said much. Just a small smile, soft and secretive, like she knew something the rest of us didn't. And here I'm with them in a silky purple bow-tie blouse with black pants, vintage and stylish.

Clary tugged me toward the bar. "Come on, Magnus, live a little!" she yelled over the music. I rolled my eyes, but followed anyway. My hand curled protectively around the edge of the counter as I watched the bartender toss bottles through the air.

Izzy was already on the dance floor, radiant and wild in a sparkly silver bodycon dress with thin straps, chic and party-ready . Eleanor dressed in black glitter velvet mini dress with puff sleeves, gothic and classy.
followed her, her laughter cutting through the music like sunlight.

Clary who's dressed in satin rust-red wrap dress with puff sleeves, elegant and bold disappeared into the throng, her red hair a flame among the crowd. That left me with Giselle who leaned against the bar. She's looking sensual and luxe in an emerald-green velvet slit dress with double straps , quiet and unreadable, her gaze sliding through the chaos like she didn't belong here at all.

"You don't like places like this," she said suddenly, her voice low, meant only for me.

I blinked at her. "How can you tell?"

She shrugged, her dark eyes catching the flash of neon. "You watch everything. People who belong don't."

Before I could answer, I caught a figure standing just beyond the shadows. Broad shoulders. The sharp gleam of a tailored suit. He wasn't drinking, wasn't moving, just... there. Watching me.

Nikolai.

Alec must have sent him. My stomach tightened with something I didn't want to name. Anger, maybe. Or relief. Or both. Giselle followed my gaze and tilted her head. "Your guardian angel," she murmured, the words dipped in irony, though her tone was softer than her smile.

"I don't need one," I muttered.

She gave me a knowing look, almost kind, but said nothing more. She simply lifted her glass, sipping her drink like she was hiding secrets inside it.

The crowd cheered as a new song blasted. Heat, sweat, perfume, everything pressed close. And yet all I felt was Alec's invisible eyes on me tied tight in the man he'd placed at the edge of the room. For the first time that night, I wanted to live in this moment. Although it's not easy for a person like me.

"You're uncomfortable," she said softly, her gaze still fixed on the swirling glass in her hands.

"Am I that obvious?" I asked, trying for a small smile.

"You're too still," she replied. "People who enjoy this kind of place... they move with the music. You don't."

Her words weren't judgment. They were simple observations, almost tender. I exhaled, relaxing just enough to rest my chin on my hand. We sat in silence, an island of calm amid the storm of laughter and bass spread between us.

It was then I noticed Eleanor. She had drifted a little too far from our circle, a boy leaning close to her, his hand brushing against her arm with too much familiarity. I got tense, but before I could rise, Giselle's hand brushed against my wrist lightly-an anchor.

"Wait and watch. " she murmured.

The boy's touch grew bolder, his grin sharper. I felt an uneasy coil in his stomach. Then Nikolai appeared. He seized the boy with a grip like iron, dragging him back before his fist crashed against the boy's jaw. The music didn't stop, but a space opened around them, people watching. One blow became another until the boy was a crumpled mess, groaning on the floor.

I flinched. Not at the violence I had seen worse-but at the cold efficiency with which Nikolai delivered it. There was no anger in it. Just purpose.

When it was over, Nikolai left as abruptly as he had arrived, not sparing a glance for the five of us. Eleanor was pale, shaken, but silent. Clary slipped her arm around her, guiding her toward the door. Izzy followed, sharp-eyed, scanning the shadows.

Me and Giselle stood together, our stools scraping the floor as they moved to join the others. No one spoke. Not on the journey through the street where the cool night air wrapped around them. Not when we slipped into the car, doors shutting with heavy finality.

The silence lingered through the drive home, thicker than the smoke that clung to their clothes. I sat pressed against the window, watching the blur of city lights, feeling the weight of unspoken things-fear, anger, and the fragile thread of safety Nikolai's brutal act had provided.

No words came. Not from Eleanor, not from Izzy, not even from Clary. Giselle simply folded her arms and leaned back, eyes closed, as if she were already burying the night deep within herself.

And here I'm he only wondered if this silence would ever break, or if it would follow them into the mansion, settling over them like a shadow none of them could shake.

The ride back to the mansion was drowned in silence. Even the city lights felt muted through the car windows, like the night itself wanted to bury what happened at the pub. When we finally pulled up at the gates, I was grateful for the stillness of the porch. The stone steps glowed faintly under the dim lamps, and the cool night air carried a hint of jasmine from the garden.

Izzy fetched a tray of drinks, and soon glasses were passed around. The burn of alcohol settled warmly in my throat, loosening tongues one by one. Izzy made a dry remark about Nikolai's temper, Clary added her cautious agreement, and even Giselle, soft and secretive as she always was, murmured that Eleanor should've said something sooner.

I held my glass loosely, listening more than speaking, watching the way words spun and dissolved into the night. Everyone had an opinion, everyone had something to say-except Eleanor. She sat with her chin dipped, fingers tracing the rim of her glass, her silence heavier than all their voices combined.

I kept stealing glances at her. The others didn't notice, too caught up in the haze of alcohol and half-hearted laughter. One by one, their energy ebbed. First Clary excused herself with a yawn, then Izzy vanished into the house, Giselle not long after.

And then... it was just the two of us.

The porch was suddenly larger, quieter. My glass was nearly empty, the last drops shimmering against the firelight. Eleanor hadn't moved, hadn't spoken. She looked like a ghost wrapped in silk and shadows.

I set my glass down and leaned forward, my voice low.
"Eleanor," I said softly, "you've been quiet all night."

Eleanor blinked at me, as though waking from somewhere far away. "I was just... thinking." She hesitated, chewing her lip before admitting, "I still don't understand why he did that. Nikolai, I mean. It doesn't make sense. Why would anyone go that far?"

Her eyes, wide and restless, searched mine like maybe I held the answer. I leaned back in my chair, watching her over the rim of my glass. "Maybe it doesn't have to make sense."

Eleanor frowned, shaking her head. "But it has to be one or the other, Magnus. Right or wrong. Friendly or not. You can't just-" She exhaled, frustrated. "You can't blur the line like that."

I smiled then, slow and almost sad, and reached across the table, brushing my fingers against hers. "Why not? Some things aren't about right or wrong, Eleanor. They're about what someone feels in their bones."

Her breath caught, her lips parting slightly as if the thought had never occurred to her.

I gave a small shrug, softer this time, letting my hand fall back to my own glass. "I'm not excusing him. I'm just saying maybe the world doesn't always work in neat boxes of yes or no, right or wrong. Sometimes it's messier than that."

Eleanor's gaze lingered on me, her amazement plain. "You make it sound like it wasn't wrong at all," she whispered, as though she was almost afraid of believing it.

"Because maybe it wasn't," I answered simply, and for a moment, silence wrapped around us, heavy but strangely comforting.

After our little conversation she was relaxed went inside in thought that whatever would happen it would be right. I left alone in the whole porch, sleep took my body overall the tiredness and alcohol were the reason and I want nothing but a good bed to sleep.

ALEC'S POV

The meeting held longer than I expected and in the end part I got news that magnus was going outside with my sisters , Clary and Giselle. I couldn't leave him in outside so i told Nikolai to go. And by the time I stepped into the mansion's porch. The place was folded into silence casting a warm halo and then I saw him.

Magnus was curled on the porch bed, the faintest trace of a smile softening his lips even in sleep. A half-finished glass sat on the table near him, catching the moonlight made him attractive. For a moment, I just stood there, watching him, his chest rising and falling steadily, the looseness in his features that only sleep could bring. He looked really ethereal in this purple shirt vintage style.

I moved closer and carefully slid my arms under him not in order to wake him up. He was lighter than I expected, fragile almost, yet I knew better, inside him lived strength I couldn't begin to measure. Still, I carried him inside with the care of someone holding something precious. While he snuggled more towards me, the effect of the his sleep and alcohol.

When I laid him down on the bed carefully , his fingers caught mine. Not tightly, but enough to halt me in my movement. His eyes barely opened, just a sliver of gold glinting through lashes, and in a drowsy whisper he murmured, "Stay. Sleep here."

Something in me loosened at that. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. Without answering, I toed off my shoes and slid in beside him. He shifted just slightly, making room, and I tucked myself in behind him, wrapping an arm loosely around his waist keeping him close to my body. His warmth seeped into me instantly, steady and grounding.

As his breathing evened out again, I pressed my face into his hair and let the quiet wrap around us. The night, the world, everything else could wait.

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