Welcome to the Innocent World

The morning sunlight filtered through the small gaps in the curtains, drawing me from my sleep. I blinked, gradually waking to the warmth pressed against my chest.

There, curled up in my arms, lay Athlea, her face soft and peaceful in her slumber. Strands of hair fell over her face, catching the sunlight as she breathed softly. I couldn't help but admire her beauty, her bare shoulders peeking from under the sheets, her presence both calming and electric at once.

Last night was still a sweet wild vivid memory—a blend of laughter, whispers, and shared warmth.

Slowly, her eyes fluttered open. When she met my gaze, a faint pink dusted her cheeks. She looked away, a small, shy smile tugging at her lips.

"Good morning…" she murmured, her voice softer than I'd ever heard it before.

"Good morning, Athlea," I said, smiling as I held her close. Her smile warmed me, and I could sense that we both felt the same quiet happiness. "Did you sleep well?"

She paused, as if searching for the right words and then she pressed her head against my chest and answered.

"Yes… I did. I don't remember the last time I felt this… comfortable," she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

She tilted her face up, gaze locked with mine again, and I felt the intensity of her words. Her cheeks turned even redder as she added, "It's like I found a peace I didn't know I needed."

I leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to her forehead. "I'm glad," I whispered.

We lingered in each other's gaze, the world outside the bedroom forgotten. I leaned in, and our lips met again, sharing another kiss, one that felt natural and right.

I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. We both were naked under the sheets. She wrapped her leg on my side and kept smooching me. Her boobs pressing on my chest as if she is melting into me.

My hands grazing her thighs, groped her ass—

*Ring* *Ring*

Just then, a shrill ringtone broke the silence, and she pulled back quickly, her eyes widening.

She reached for her phone, her movements hurried as she glanced at the screen, a brief look of worry crossing her face.

"I… I need to take this," she stammered, glancing at me apologetically.

She turned her back to me, pulling the sheet up to cover herself. "Yes, darling, I'm awake… I'm sorry, I slept in a bit late," she said, her voice wavering slightly.

There was a pause on the other end, during which her eyes widened, and I could tell she was forcing herself to stay composed.

"I'll get freshened up and call you back… just give me few minutes, alright?"

She hung up and took a shaky breath, her eyes darting around the room.

"I… I really have to go," she said, her tone laced with urgency. "I didn't mean to stay so late…"

I forced a gentle smile, obviously she must be feeling all that after spending a night with another man. I shouldn't pressurize her to stay like that.

"It's okay. Take care of yourself, Athlea." I said.

She gathered her things in silence, her movements quick and efficient. Without another word or glance, she slipped out of the flat, the door clicking shut behind her.@@novelbin@@

I sat in silence, feeling the weight of her absence settle over me. Running a hand through my hair, I sighed deeply.

~Guess it was bound to end like this.

I strolled into the bathroom, letting the cold water wash away my sleepy face. By the time I emerged, a towel slung over my shoulders, my phone rang.

I glanced at the screen—Lily

Why was Alpha calling me now? Taking a breath, I composed myself, slipping back into my usual, straightforward demeanor.

"Master… are you awake?" Alpha's voice came through, steady and calm.

"Yes," I replied, still drying my hair. "What's going on?"

"Something strange has come up… and I think you should see it for yourself," she replied, her voice sounding heavier than usual, tinged with something I couldn't quite place.

"Oh?" I replied, the slight edge of intrigue piquing my interest. "Where?"

"I'll send you the location. Please be there by evening. It's important," she added, her tone betraying a note of concern.

I didn't ask any more questions.

"Understood," I said, ending the call. I stood there, phone in hand, the morning's events now pushed to the back of my mind.

Alpha won't call for anything stupid. She barely ever ask for my help. Whatever had Alpha concerned was no trivial matter. A strange event, as she put it. And if it was enough to summon me directly, I had a feeling it was something more serious.

By evening, I was dressed in my usual jacket and white t-shirt attire, moving through the city's shadows until I reached the rooftop where Alpha and Zeta were waiting.

The wind was strong up here, ruffling my hair as the last light of day sank beneath the skyline. Zeta stood in her signature tight black leather suit, her stance serious and her curves seductive, while Alpha looked as collected as ever.

"Good evening, Master Zero," they greeted in unison, both their expressions unreadable.

"Good evening, Alpha. Zeta," I replied, nodding in acknowledgment. "What's this about?"

Alpha gestured for me to follow, her expression grave. "Come with us, Master. There's something you need to see."

We maneuvered our way down the building, moving swiftly until we reached the edge of the city.

Here, near the lake, stood an abandoned building, eerily quiet and surrounded by caution—Crime scene tape. At the entrance, two knights stood guard, their expressions alert and wary.

We bypassed them without detection, slipping through the shadows and entering the building unseen.

The air was heavy, an unnatural chill settling over us as we navigated the old hallways.

~Ahh- this is so cool I thought. The thrill of sneaking into restricted areas with my girls

We moved deeper, through narrow corridors, until we finally reached a large open room.

Alpha and Zeta stopped near a railing, stepping aside as I came forward to look down.

"We thought you should see this, Master," Alpha said, her voice low.

The sight before me was nothing short of nightmarish. A massive crater lay in the center of the floor, as if some great force had struck with unimaginable power. Blood was splattered across the ground.

And there, in the center, was an enormous symbol drawn in red, like some ancient sigil pulsing with an unsettling energy.

I squinted, trying to make sense of the symbol's jagged lines and curved edges.

"Who did this?" I asked. My voice laced with a solemn intensity.