Dante stared blankly at the hotel room door, his mind wondering what had just happened. He'd woken up after being sent into a mini-rut by some damn omega who landed up treating him like some escort?!
Did that omega not know who he was? He was the heir to the Wilson Family, not some random escort to throw money at. How dare she treat him like that?!
Anger boiled through him, making him clench his fists. He had never been used like this before. Almost every omega he met threw themselves at him. And yet this one was paying him for his time?!
Acting like he was the omega?!
He glanced back down at the money she had tossed at him, his lips curling. A few hundred bucks was barely enough to afford a night with him.
Dante paused at the thought, running a hand through his hair. Wait, what am I thinking? Who cares if she can afford a night with me or not? This is insulti-
"ARGH!"
He suddenly cried out, clenching the side of his head as pain racked through his mind. Pieces of fragmented memories unexpectedly entered his mind, making him whine.
Within a few minutes, he was clawing at his chest, gasping loudly for air, unable to get air into his lungs fast enough. Memories pricked his mind like a sharp needle as he tried to piece together what was going on.
They were clearly all his memories, but at the same time they weren't his. Something that he couldn't understand. It was like he was watching a movie of his life.
There was even a scene like earlier, but instead of the omega throwing money at him, she wilted under his sharp gaze, begging for mercy as he insulted her.
What the hell are these memories? Dante mused himself when he was finally able to calm down. They seem to mostly surround that omega…
A pang of ache hit his heart at the thought of her - Elise Zhane. She seemed to suffer so much under him and those three other alphas and yet died for their sake. He could almost taste the regret the Dante in his memories felt.
It confused him to no end.
Why did he have these memories and feel all this regret for someone he barely met? There was no amount of logical reasoning that could explain what was going on with him right now.
Suddenly the sound of a phone ringing brought Dante out of his thoughts. He glanced over at where his pants lay on the floor and sighed, moving to pick them up to grab his phone in the pocket.
He barely looked at the caller ID before he answered the phone, "What?"
"Um… B-boss you have a meeting in ten minutes." His PA murmured nervously through the phone. "Will you still be attending? You don't seem to be in the office yet…"
Dante cursed, forgetting about the meeting he had. He never had a problem with making sure he was at meetings on time. Everything was scheduled well in his life. However, last night had definitely thrown him for a loop.
He was met to head home for the evening after the party. Instead, he landed up bumping into the omega. Next thing he knew, he was using the hotel room offered to him earlier to sleep with her.
And because of that, his well planned schedule for the day was thrown out the window. It pissed him off to no end. Nothing irked him more than not being in control of things.
"Delay it by thirty minutes, Raphael. I'll be there soon." Dante finally answered, running a hand through his messy hair.
"Understood." Raphael said before Dante hung up.
Once the call was over, Dante grumbled, putting on his boxers and pants before he searched for his shirt. However, all he found was torn up women's clothing, likely done by him last night.
That's when he recalled that the omega had run out of the room with his shirt. He clenched his fist, almost breaking his phone. That damn omega just kept insulting him. How could she steal his shirt?!
She was really different from those strange memories of his. Speaking of which, that call with Raphael had been the exact same as that memory of his. His PA called about the same meeting.
Did that mean these memories were some kind of future visions? But then why would the omega act so differently from what he had seen?
"Unless she also got these strange memories too." Dante murmured aloud before shaking his head. "What am I thinking? I have more important things to think about…"
Like getting some new clothes. He quickly opened his phone and sent a message to his driver, telling him to bring the spare change of clothes he always kept in the car to his hotel room.
Once he was done, he looked for another contact, sending them a message to look into Elise Zhane. There was definitely something up with that omega and he was going to figure out exactly what it was.
The person soon replied with an okay and Dante switched off his phone, placing it back into his pants pocket. He glanced back at the bed, eyes narrowing at the sight of the money all over the place.
Elise really was different, acting like that. Even without that memory of her, it was completely out of place for any omega to act this way. This was alpha behavior.
Still it was best that he picked up the money before someone misunderstood what was going on. As he moved to do so, a thought suddenly came to him.
That omega had told him she was drugged and in his memory he didn't believe her words. He wouldn't hear her out and only much later learnt that she was indeed telling him the truth.
But it was too late by then. Elise was dead and that memory version of him was filled with regret.
Thinking about it now, it was almost as if fate was giving him a second chance by giving him all these memories. He didn't really believe it completely though, but he also couldn't deny it.
Whatever the case is, I figure it out soon. Dante thought to himself.
He was not going to be like that miserable alpha in his memories. No matter what he was going to solve this.