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Chapter 277: Crossing The Line
Ezra moved silently, walking through the dark streets of the city, the hood of his jacket pulled low to hide his face.
This wasn’t his first time sneaking around but this felt different. This was the first time he was sneaking around, risking his life, to see a chick. Some would call him a simp, take one look at Helena, and change his title to Alpha. Others would call him an idiot and stand by it. And others would cheer him on.
He knew the risks of what he was doing and he also knew the rewards. They hadn’t gotten as much money as they’d hoped in Westside. There just weren’t enough buyers. The slush fund was still a significant sum that couldn’t be abandoned. He needed to get to whoever held the fund, one way or another.
Ezra sighed as he leaned against the back wall of the T-Max building, slipping his phone out of his pocket and sending off a quick message.
Guess who’s out back right now.
Moments passed, the only sound was the occasional distant hum of traffic as cars entered and left the vicinity. He glanced around as he waited. He stood stock still in the shadows but a twinge of nervousness thrummed through him. The night was quiet, but in his world, that could mean danger lurking in every shadow.
The back door to the T-Max building opened, and Helena stepped out, her eyes scanning the area. Ezra saw her first, her dark blue hair gleaming under the streetlight. She looked sharp, alert, but there was something softer in the way she carried herself tonight. He stepped out of the shadows, offering a sheepish smile. “Hey.” He gave a small wave.
Helena’s eyes locked onto him, her expression unreadable. “What are you doing here?” she asked. Ezra could hear both the curiosity and accusation in her voice. He couldn’t blame her for it.
“I came to see you.” He said, shrugging as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
She frowned as she crossed her arms, not letting him off the hook so easily. “You’ve been ignoring me. I texted you, multiple times, and you didn’t respond.”
Ezra sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I couldn’t risk it. You know there’s… a lot going on. The coup, everything with Yuri. My wives have been sticking close, and I didn’t want to drag you into the mess because I know you wouldn’t want any part in it.”
Helena’s response was her silence. She stared at him with those piercing eyes of hers, clearly assessing whether to believe him or not. After a moment, she relented, exhaling softly. “Okay.”
“Thank you.” Ezra sighed audibly in relief, before asking, trying to break the tension. “So, when do you get off work?”
Helena raised an eyebrow, her expression softening ever so slightly. “I’m the boss,” she said, her voice taking on a more playful tone. “I get off whenever I want.”
“I see.” Ezra smiled. “What do you say me and you get out of here, huh?”
She pursed her lips, studying him, before sighing. She glanced around before stepping closer to him. “Follow me.”
Without waiting for his reply, Helena turned on her heel and led Ezra down a side alley, the narrow path dark and quiet. The further they walked, the more Ezra felt the world shrinking around them, the walls of the city closing in.
She stopped in front of a nondescript door and reached for him, her touch firm as she pulled him close. In the blink of an eye, the world shifted as they teleported together, reappearing in the hallway of a house.
Ezra blinked, momentarily disoriented as he glanced around. The space was warm, cozy, and smelled faintly of… lavender. “Where are we?” he asked, curiosity creeping into his voice.
“My place,” Helena said with a small smirk. “You didn’t think I’d bring you home, huh?”
Ezra chuckled, his tension easing a little. “No, I didn’t,” he admitted, though the situation now felt more intimate than he had anticipated.
“Get comfortable,” Helena said, her voice still playful but carrying a note of seriousness. “I’ll be back.”
She disappeared down a hallway, and soon after, Ezra heard the sound of running water. He stood there for a moment, taking in the room around him. The living room was neat, sparsely decorated but cozy. It was personal in a way he hadn’t expected. He found himself wondering what Helena’s life outside of the Peacekeepers was really like.
His mind wandered as he walked over to the couch, running his hand across the fabric before sitting down. Moments passed in quiet contemplation until the water stopped. Helena soon returned, wearing nothing but a bathrobe, her blue hair still damp from the shower. She looked relaxed, more so than Ezra had ever seen her.
“Want a drink?” she asked, moving to a small bar tucked in the corner of the room.
Ezra nodded. “Blood wine?”
She smiled, pouring two glasses and joining him on the couch. As she handed him the glass, their fingers brushed and their eyes met, a spark of tension passing between them. They sat close, the silence growing heavy as they sipped their drinks.
“So,” Helena finally said, breaking the silence, “where do you stand with Yuri?” Her voice was casual, but there was an underlying sharpness to the question. “Are you truly loyal to her, or are you just waiting for the right moment to make your move?”
Ezra’s eyes darkened slightly, but his expression remained calm. He leaned back against the couch, swirling the wine in his glass. “It’s… complicated,” he said after a moment, deliberately vague. “Things aren’t as clear-cut as they seem, you know?”
Helena nodded, watched him for a moment, her eyes searching his face for any trace of deceit. She took another sip of her wine, her gaze never leaving his.
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“I’m tired of all this fighting,” she admitted, her tone softer now. “All this killing and scheming just for a scrap of land and more power, more influence, more… everything.” She sighed. “This war… it has made me realize what’s important to me, and a throne isn’t one of those things.”
Ezra remained silent, letting her words sink in. He sensed the weariness in her voice, the weight of leadership that she had carried for too long. But was it true or an act she was letting him see. It sounded very believable but Ezra also knew that the most believable lies all had a grain of truth in it. It didn’t matter. That wasn’t why he was here.
Helena sighed, leaning back on the couch, her body relaxing beside him. “This is dangerous, you know,” she said, turning her head to look at him. “Meeting like this, sneaking around… If your wives find out—”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Ezra interrupted, his words smooth, calculated, but not entirely false.
Helena’s eyes narrowed, a small smile playing on her lips. “How true is that, I wonder?” she asked, leaning closer.
Ezra smirked, setting his glass down on the table. “There’s a war and I’m here, aren’t I?”
The mood in the room shifted, the air between them growing charged with unspoken tension. Helena moved closer to him, their faces only inches apart now. “What’s your real motive for coming here?” she asked, her voice a soft whisper. “Is it just to see me, or is there more?”
Ezra’s smile widened. “I wanted to see where this could go.”
Helena’s eyes flickered with something dark, something hungry. She put her glass down on the table, and before Ezra could react, she closed the gap between them, her lips pressing against his in a slow, lingering kiss.
Ezra responded in kind, pulling her closer, his hands finding her waist as they deepened the kiss. The world outside of this moment faded away, the war, the danger, his wives, all of it vanished as the two of them gave in to the temptation that had been building between them.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing heavily, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. Helena’s bathrobe slipped slightly, revealing more of her skin, and Ezra felt a rush of heat.
She smiled, her lips curling into a seductive grin. “Come with me.”
Ezra followed her into the bedroom, the soft sound of their footsteps the only noise in the quiet house. She pushed him onto the bed before straddling him. He sat up, grabbing her lips in a kiss. They explored each other’s mouths, massaging their tongues together.
His hands slipped into Helena’s bathrobe, grabbing her breast and squeezing. It felt like holding a piece of heaven in his arms. His erection grew stronger and he sent blood there to help out. This was a chance he wouldn’t turn away.
Helena broke the kiss, staring him in the eyes, her gaze intense. “Take me, Ezra.” She whispered, her voice filled with lust.
“Gladly.” Ezra responded.
The night ended with the two of them in each other’s arms, crossing a line that could never be uncrossed.
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