In the midst of that intense heat, Viktor suddenly stopped his laughter. Alia was still pinned over him with the wine bottle in hand. But with one powerful shove, Viktor rolled her over (Goriye) onto the bed.
Before Alia could recover, Viktor lunged over her like a predator. The wine bottle slipped from her hand and fell onto the carpeted floor—"Opps!" Viktor gave a cunning smirk as he pinned her down against the mattress.
Alia's Taekwondo moves were no longer working under the weight of Viktor's muscular frame. He leaned into her ear and whispered:
"Opps! Darling, your toy fell. What will you do now? Can your Taekwondo save you from my hands?"
Alia was fuming with rage and excitement. Her hair was scattered across the bed. Viktor gripped her wrists tightly above her head, looking at her with that intoxicating gaze. This time, he didn't speak in Russian; he spoke in broken Bengali:
"You are very stubborn, Alia. And it's this stubbornness that has made me addicted to you. You cannot escape."In that heated atmosphere, Alia struggled under Viktor's muscular frame. But suddenly, a sense of self-respect surged through her. She pushed against his broad chest with all her might, tears of rage glistening in her eyes, and screamed:
"No, Viktor! Absolutely not! I won't unite with you anymore! Do you think throwing me on the bed makes me your slave? I'm not a toy you can break and remake whenever you please!"
Viktor froze. The primal lust in his eyes turned into a deep, painful realization. He let go of her wrists and stepped back. Rolling up his sleeves, he spoke in a heavy Russian tone:
"Punishment? Do you think I'd physically punish you, Alia? No. To me, the greatest punishment is your gaze full of hate. Your rejection today is like hell itself to me."
Alia sat up on the bed, her hair messy across her face. Viktor turned toward the window, his back muscles tense. Outside, the five jealous friends whispered excitedly after hearing Alia's "No," thinking Viktor would finally lose his temper and get rid of her. Little did they know, Viktor found his greatest challenge in Alia's refusal.Alia's stubbornness was at its peak. Desperate to escape Viktor's spell, she rushed toward the door. However, due to her unusually tall stature today and her high heels, she misjudged the height of the frame. As she hurried out, her forehead slammed hard against the wall (Header) above the door.
"Ahhhh!"—her cry echoed through the corridor. Dazed by the pain, she stumbled backward. Viktor, who had rushed to stop her, collided right into her. "Opps!" he muttered as they both took the hit. Viktor quickly steadied her, his Mafia roughness replaced by genuine concern. "Are you crazy? What's the rush?" he whispered in Russian, checking her forehead for a bruise. Outside, the five jealous friends smirked, mistakenly thinking Viktor was physically throwing her out of the room. A strange silence filled the room after the impact. As Alia held her forehead in pain and looked up at Viktor, her eyes widened in shock. She realized Viktor had grown even more towering.
Previously, Alia was 6'2", but now she felt she had reached 6'3". On the other hand, Viktor, who used to be 6'5", had now reached a colossal height of nearly 6'8"!
Alia forgot her pain and just stood there gaping (Ha) at him. Viktor looked like a Greek god standing before her. His broad shoulders and sky-scraping height left her momentarily speechless.
The five jealous friends (Badubi) outside were petrified as they caught a glimpse through the half-open door. They saw two giants—Viktor's 6'8" frame making the entire room look small, while Alia, even at 6'3", looked delicate beside him. One of the friends whispered in envy, "Are they even human? Viktor will swallow her whole!"
Viktor noticed Alia's stunned expression and let a mysterious smirk play on his lips. Touching her forehead gently, he whispered in Russian:
"What is it, darling? Scared of my height? Or did you finally realize that in this world, only I am your equal?"Stunned by their sudden growth, Alia rushed Viktor to the VIP room. "Call the doctor! Now!" she demanded. When Doctor Stephen arrived, he nearly dropped his glasses seeing a 6'8" Viktor and a 6'3" Alia. "This height change is impossible in hours!" he gasped.
Alia, applying ice to her bruised forehead, asked, "Doctor, what is the cause of this abnormal height? Is it a side effect or something else?"
The doctor, checking Viktor's heartbeat, asked seriously, "I need to know your age first. Especially yours, Viktor?"
Viktor froze. His blue eyes darkened. He gave a cold, mysterious smirk and said nothing direct. Instead, he whispered, "Doctor, my age cannot be counted. I don't follow the limits of time. Are you saying this change is due to age, or because the 'wolf' inside me is waking up?"
Alia's worry deepened at his mysterious response. Outside, the five jealous friends whispered, wondering if Viktor was even human.The doctor, wiping sweat from his brow, said, "Look Viktor, such sudden growth is usually genetic. Was anyone in your ancestry this tall? Genetic codes can sometimes activate late."
Viktor turned around, his 6'8" shadow looming over the room. He replied calmly, "Yes, my entire lineage is different. My father was a massive man. In fact, we are three brothers and two sisters, and none of us are below 6 feet. Everyone is above 6 feet tall."
Alia was stunned. She hadn't realized Viktor came from a family of giants. She wondered if her own 6'3" height held a similar secret. Outside, the five jealous friends trembled, realizing Viktor belonged to a bloodline of dominant "giants." The doctor then turned to Alia, asking, "And what about your parents' height, Alia? 6'3" is not ordinary for a woman.The doctor's direct and bold question caused the air in the room to turn heavy in an instant. Alia and Viktor both stood frozen, staring at each other. As Alia at 6'3" and Viktor at 6'8" stood side by side, their towering presence and regal aura were enough to make Dr. Stephen break into a cold sweat.
The doctor adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. Ignoring Viktor's piercing, bloodshot gaze, he spoke:
"Look, the way your hormonal levels are rising abnormally, I have a suspicion. Is there regular or very frequent physical intimacy between you two? I mean, every day or even more than that?"
Upon hearing the question, Alia's cheeks flushed a deep crimson from both insult and embarrassment. She clutched her scarf tightly. Viktor, on the other hand, offered no verbal reply. Instead, he took a step toward the doctor with his massive This silence was a terrifying omen for the doctor.
Trembling, the doctor backed away slightly and added quickly:
"I didn't mean anything else by it. Often, an excessive rush of adrenaline and oxytocin can overstimulate the pituitary gland, leading to abnormal height growth. If your bond is exceptionally intense, those hormonal surges might be exactly why you are both growing inch by inch!"
Alia looked at Viktor and saw that cruel, self-assured smirk return to the corners of his lips. Without taking his eyes off her, Viktor placed his hand firmly on Alia's waist and whispered:
"Did you hear that, darling? Our love isn't just changing our hearts; it's transforming our bodies. Based on what the doctor is saying, it seems staying away from you is now physically impossible for me!" As Dr. Stephen's strange and deeply personal words echoed through the room, Alia's gaze suddenly darted toward the half-open door. There, the five friends (Badubi) were huddled, their ears pressed against the wood. Their faces were twisted with ugly curiosity and a foul expression of jealousy; they were devouring every single word.
Alia's 6'3" presence erupted in a fit of absolute rage. Her ears burned with humiliation. Without a second's delay, she lunged toward the door with the predatory speed of a tigress.
With one violent jerk, Alia threw the door wide open. Caught off guard, the five women lost their balance and nearly tumbled onto the floor. Casting her long, imposing shadow over them, Alia thundered in a voice of steel:
"Have you no shame? Coming here to eavesdrop like common thieves? Get out! Get away from this room right now!"
Seeing Alia's dominant 6'3" frame and her fierce, war-ready aura, the women's hearts nearly stopped in terror. They realized then that Alia was no longer the simple girl she once was—she was now the undeclared Empress of this palace.
Alia grabbed them by their arms, dragging them down the corridor, and shoved them away from the private wing, declaring:
"If I ever see you lurking near my or Viktor's private boundaries again, the consequences will be catastrophic. Leave this place!"
Scrambling to regain their footing, they hung their heads and practically sprinted away. Their departure was the ultimate symbol of their defeat. Alia slammed the door shut with a resounding bang and turned back toward Viktor.
Viktor was leaning back on the sofa, his massive 6'8" frame relaxed. A thin, satisfied smirk played on his lips. He clapped softly and said:
"Bravo, Anastasia! You've successfully passed the first step to becoming my Queen. That is exactly how you uproot the weeds in an empire."Three days had passed. Following the turbulent events at the palace, the chemistry between Alia and Viktor had reached a whole new dimension. Outside, it was the dead of night, and every corner of the palace was draped in silence.
Alia was immersed in a deep sleep. Her messy hair was scattered across the pillow, and her face held a calm, ethereal glow. After the mental and physical exhaustion of the past few days, her body was craving total rest.
At that moment, Viktor entered the room silently. He was wearing only loose black silk pajama bottoms. His towering, muscular frame and broad shoulders looked even more mysterious in the moonlight. He stood by the bed, gazing at Alia's sleeping face with absolute fascination.
Viktor climbed onto the bed softly and embraced Alia from behind, pulling her close. The warmth of her body and the familiar scent of her perfume ignited his senses. One of his hands rested on her waist while the other was tucked beneath her neck.
In her sleep, Alia stirred slightly. In a fit of mischief, Viktor suddenly pulled the sheet away from her body in one swift motion. As the sudden chill hit her skin, her eyes fluttered open.
Blinking, Alia saw Viktor's blue eyes incredibly close to her own, dancing with a strange mix of playfulness and intense love. Trying to pull the sheet back over herself, she murmured in a groggy, sleep-laden voice:
"Viktor... what are you doing? Let me sleep. It's so late..."
Viktor leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered:
"Three days have passed, Alia. For three days, I have restrained myself. But I can't anymore. This sleeping version of you is driving me insane. Don't try to hide behind a sheet, because tonight, there will be no walls between us."
Alia placed her hand against Viktor's chest, attempting to push him away, but her effort was weak. She realized that Viktor's "madness" was pulling her into an irresistible, unknown addiction.