Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs - Chapter 352

Chapter 352: Anchor of the Lost
Sofia waited on the front steps in plaid skirt, white shirt, the picture of private school innocence except for the haunted shadows under her eyes. When she saw the Audi, she practically flew down the walkway.

“There she is,” I told Madison as she took the wheel. “Sofia’s been waiting.”

“Our traumatized princess,” Madison said, but her voice was gentle. “How do you think she’s doing?”

“Better. Jack hasn’t tried anything since the restaurant. But she’s clingy as fuck right now which I love so much about her.”

“Good. She needs to be clingy. She needs to feel safe.” Madison merged into traffic with the confidence of someone who’d been driving since she could reach the pedals. “And we’re going to give her that.”

She scrambled into the backseat, a fragile bird seeking sanctuary, molding herself against my chest like I was the only solid thing in a crumbling world. Her breath hitched against my neck as I wrapped around her—not a hug, a cocoon. My hand cupped the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair, pressing her firmly into the hollow of my shoulder. Safe. Mine.

Tremors shook her frame. I enfolded her completely, one hand cradling her head, the other pressing her spine against my chest like armor plating.

“You came,” she whispered, trembling.

“I always come for what’s mine,” I rumbled, the vibration settling in her bones. Madison’s hand stroked Sofia’s arm, a silent reinforcement.

“Jack… he texted,” Sofia choked out. “‘Let’s talk.'”

I didn’t stiffen with anger. I didn’t shift. I didn’t flinch. I just weighed heavier against her. Absolute. Unmoving. A mountain in a hurricane. “No.” The word wasn’t loud. It was carved in granite. “He won’t.”

Sofia pulled back just enough to search my eyes. Fear still flickered, but confusion was dawning beneath it. “Peter, he’s at school. The same building—”

“He won’t breathe near you,” I cut in, steady and absolute. My thumb brushed her cheekbone, grounding her. “He won’t look at you. He won’t think your name. He won’t exist in your world.” I held her gaze, letting the certainty flood her—letting it drown the fear. “That text? It’s ash. He’s ash. Understand?”

Madison leaned forward, her voice a low, velvet balm. “We erase predators, Sofia. We don’t run from them. We make sure they can’t threaten anything that belongs to us. He won’t ever bother you.”

Sofia’s trembling slowed. Her wide eyes, locked onto mine, stopped darting like a cornered animal. They started to clear. The panic in her scent faded, replaced by something warmer. Trust. Surrender. Belief. She leaned into my palm, pressing her cheek against my hand, seeking my touch like it was sunlight. Her whole body softened, melting into the protection I offered—not a cage, a shield.

She breathed, the word barely audible. A surrender. An acceptance. A release.

I pulled her back against my chest, tucking her head under my chin. My arm banded around her waist, proprietary, possessive—branding her as untouchable. She sighed, deep bone weariness giving way to profound, fragile peace. The fight seeped out of her, replaced by my unwavering certainty.

The backseat became a sanctuary made flesh—she curled onto my lap, tucking her head under my chin like a supplicant seeking benediction. Her fingers twisted into my jacket, knuckles white, not just holding on—anchoring herself to me. As if letting go might mean dissolving into smoke. I didn’t hold her back. I enveloped her.

One arm banded like steel around her waist, the other cradling her skull, fingertips brushing the nape of her neck. Territory. Sanctuary. God claiming his.

Madison shifted, turning fully in the driver seat. Her gaze—warm, fierce, knowing—locked onto Sofia. No words. Just slow, deliberate reach. Her hand covered Sofia’s where it gripped my jacket. Not comforting. Confirming. This is ours. You are ours.

Sofia shivered—a full-body ripple that wasn’t fear, but recognition. She tilted her head back, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat. Not in surrender. In tribute. Her eyes, wide and dark, searched mine. What she found there froze her trembling. Replaced it with something vast. Quiet. Awe. Like staring into the sun and realizing it wouldn’t burn you—it would bow to you.

“He won’t…?” Her voice was a breath, a question already answered by the set of my jaw, the absolute stillness of my hand on her.

“Exist in your orbit,” I finished, the words vibration in her hair. “Jack tried to touch what’s divinely claimed. Now he’s less than dust. Less than memory.”

A tear escaped—not grief, but release. It tracked down her cheek, catching the low light like liquid silver. She leaned her weight fully against me. Complete trust. Complete surrender. No more running. No more flinching. Just the profound, bone-deep peace of standing at the center of a hurricane and feeling only stillness.

This. This was the reverence they craved. Not the fear of predators. The awe standing before the storm that wouldn’t harm them—would unmake harm itself. Madison saw it. The subtle uptick of Sofia’s chin. The way her breathing synced with mine, matching the rhythm of power radiating from my chest.

Madison’s thumb stroked Sofia’s knuckles again. Approval. Understanding. A shared moment of witnessing something sacred—mortal touching the hem of godhood and finding sanctuary instead of fire.

Sofia closed her eyes. A soft sigh escaped her lips—contentment, laced with raw devotion. She burrowed deeper, pressing her lips fleetingly against the collar of my jacket. A kiss. An offering. A silent amen to the promise spoken into her skin:

You are mine. Therefore, you are inviolate.

Outside, the world moved. Inside the Mercedes? Only silence. Safety. The quiet, absolute understanding that Jack wasn’t a threat to be avoided. He was a threat already erased. By my will. By my protection. By the simple, devastating fact that Sofia was mine.

Madison pulled away from the curb, navigating through Lincoln Heights with the casual expertise of someone who’d grown up owning these streets. Sofia stayed pressed against me, her breathing finally even, finally peaceful. The city blurred past—glass towers catching afternoon sun, homeless camps under overpasses, the duality of LA in every mile.

“ARIA,” I thought silently, “how’s the auction?”

“Starting soon. Tommy just walked on stage. He only stumbled once.”

“And Charlotte?”

“Preparing for the Rivera meeting after she greets the Big Boys. She looks ready to conquer nations.”

“Good. And Jack Morrison?”

“Currently discovering that his college recruitment emails are bouncing, his father’s business partners are asking uncomfortable questions, and his social media accounts are experiencing… technical difficulties.”

“Perfect.”

The gates of the estate appeared in the distance—massive iron and stone barriers that separated our new kingdom from the ordinary world. Sofia lifted her head slightly, eyes widening.

“Peter,” she breathed. “Is that…?”

“Home,” I said simply. “Our home.”

Madison reached back, squeezing Sofia’s hand. “Ready to see how gods live?”

Sofia nodded against my chest, and I felt her smile—the first real one in days.

The gates began to open, ARIA’s influence spreading through the security system like digital wildfire.

Time to claim what was mine.

All of it.