Adrian was still on the floor, staring at his aroused length, his chest heaving, heart racing, heat burning through his body.
Is he the son of my father's wife? That floral scent; is he an Omega? But according to his secretary Bravin, his father's wife and her son are Betas.
Confused, Adrian pushed himself up, dressed quickly, and headed downstairs, needing a glass of water to steady himself.
Adrian sat back in the leather chair, the glass of water cool in his hand. He sipped slowly, trying to steady his racing pulse, letting the iciness cool down his throat.
Then it came; the sharp kick of a door closing upstairs. His eyes lifted toward the staircase, curiosity pulling at him.
And then he saw him. Ash moving carefully, almost tiptoeing down the steps, as if he didn't want to be seen.
Adriana's gaze locked on him, almost hypnotized. There was something about Ash that made the air feel heavier around him. The soft light from the staircase brushed over his face, over the lines of a beauty that unsettled Adrian more than he cared to admit.
He had seen him earlier in his school uniform, composed, almost ordinary. But now, in the quiet of night, Ash seemed different; unreal, as though he belonged to another world. Adrian stood slowly, his glass still in hand, watching each careful step. A question gnawed at him. Where was he going, this late at night?
At last, his voice cut through the silence. "Where are you going, this late at night?"
Ash froze mid-step. He continued down, and after reaching the base of the stairs, he turned to face Adrian. His eyes flashed. "Who do you think you're to question my outgoings? I'm not a child. I can go wherever I want."
Adrian said nothing. He only looked at him, the weight of the moment pressing between them. Their eyes held briefly, a silent clash neither could name.
Then Ash brushed past him and walked away.
Adrian stood frozen, his eyes lingering on the empty space Ash left behind. Why don't I smell that scent anymore? The one from earlier...His chest tightened. Am I hallucinating? He's not an Omega...he's a Beta.
...
The music pounded through the club, lights flashing over the crowded floor. Ash leaned heavily against the table, his eyes hazy from drink, a half-empty bottle dangling from his hand.
"Imagine," he slurred, his voice thick with liquor, "he had the audacity to ask me where I was going. As who?"
Martin smirked, clinking his bottle on the table. "Your big brother."
Ash burst into a bitter laugh. "My big brother, huh...my ass."
Naomi chuckled, and soon all three were laughing, bottles lifted high as they cheered before taking another round of beer.
At a shadowed corner of the club, away from the pounding music and flashing lights, Bravin sat with a glass of water untouched before him. His phone buzzed softly in his hand.
Adrian's voice came low and firm through the line. "Don't let him see you. Keep an eye on him."
Bravin's eyes flicked toward Ash, who was still laughing loudly with Martin and Naomi. He brought the phone closer and answered in a quiet tone, "Yes, sir."
He ended the call, slipping the phone back into his pocket, his gaze never leaving Ash.
Three Alphas approached their table.
One leaned forward with a confident grin. "Mind if we join you?"
Ash hesitated, lips pressing against the mouth of his bottle, but Naomi and Martin quickly nodded. "Yeah, sure," Naomi said, forcing a smile.
Without waiting for permission, they sat down. A subtle signal passed between them, and one slipped away toward the counter. Minutes later he returned with a tray, setting the glasses down one by one, offering each of them separately. His eyes lingering briefly on Ash before moving on.
From the corner, Bravin leaned back in the shadows, phone pressed to his ear. His voice was low but steady.
"Sir...three Alphas have joined them."
A few minutes later, Martin and Naomi had already dozed off against the cushioned seats, leaving Ash restless. His body felt strange; heat crawling beneath his skin, cheeks burning, sweat dampening his temples. He shifted uncomfortably, tugging at his shirt collar before muttering an excuse and slipping away toward the washroom.
Inside, a week bulb flickered overhead, shadows sliding unevenly across the tiled walls. Ash leaned against the sink breathing hard. His pulse was erratic, his body hot-too hot. He splashed water on his face, but it didn't help. The heat wasn't fading; it was swelling.
The door suddenly slammed open. Three Alphas from earlier, stepped in blocking the way out. They moved with a strange unity, closing the distance like predators scenting prey.
One leaned forward, lips curling into a smirk. "Don't you realize how hypnotizing you are?"
Another's gaze swept over him, sharp and hungry. "Unlucky for you...you're an Omega. If not, I'd have marked you right here."
The third tilted his head, a cruel grin tugging at his lips. "All we can do now...is devour you until we're satisfied."
Their laughter; low, devilish, and overlapping echoed against the tiles, crawling into Ash's bones.
He staggered back, clutching the edge of the sink. His breath came uneven, panic warring with the unbearable heat flooding his veins. "Don't...don't come close me..." he warned, voice trembling.
Their footsteps echoed against the tiles, slow but deliberate, each one drawing closer. Ash's knees felt weak, his body trembling under the weight of the heat pressing through his veins. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will it all away.
Then;
Thud!
The sound cracked through the air like a blow landing. Another heavy impact followed, a grunt cut short, and the shuffle of bodies hitting the floor.
Ash's breath caught. For a moment, all he could hear was the ringing in his ears, his heart pounding out of rhythm. Slowly, he forced his eyes open.
Through the haze of his blurred vision, the three Alphas were sprawled across the washroom tiles, groaning faintly, defeated.
And there ,standing before him, was a figure. The edges of their form wavered in his sight, as if he were staring through mist. The air carried a soft trace of Vanilla, drifting toward him with every shallow breath he took.
Ash blinked, struggling to focus, his drunken state and burning heat twisting his senses. His lips parted, voice rough and low as his trembling hands fumbled at his buttons.
"I'm hot...please...help me..."