For Cassian Drakov, six months was usually nothing.
Deals closed in days. Enemies fell in weeks. Markets bent in hours. Time had always obeyed him, folding neatly around his will.
But these six months did not move.
They dragged.
From the morning after the club incident to the quiet, colorless present, Cassian had tried every method available to him—legal, illegal, discreet, ruthless. Surveillance networks were expanded. Foreign databases were accessed through favors owed and threats implied. Private intelligence firms were contracted, then dismissed when they returned empty-handed.
There was no trace.
No financial footprint. No digital shadow. No travel records. No medical registrations. No pheromone signature logged anywhere.
It was as if the omega had never existed.
Cassian sat in his office late one evening, city lights spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting his desk in cold silver. The report in front of him was the same as the last dozen.
Nothing.
He closed the folder slowly.
Six months—and the only thing he had was a name.
Evan. It can be a possibility that the name is fake too.
Just a name. No surname. No origin. No past.
A ghost.
Even Kane Arlov had become useless.
Cassian had approached him differently this time—not with pressure, not with intimidation. He had spoken patiently, calmly, like a man negotiating rather than hunting.
Kane, however, had looked at him with open resentment.
"You already know everything I know," Kane had said flatly. "And because of you, I lost him."
Cassian hadn't responded immediately.
"He stopped answering my calls," Kane continued, bitterness sharp in his voice. "He vanished. No goodbye. Nothing."
Kane's eyes had burned. "So if you're here to ask again—don't. I won't help you ruin anything else."
Cassian had let him go.
Not out of mercy.
Out of understanding.
Because Kane's anger wasn't fear-based. It was loss.
That had surprised him.
And irritated him.
Even his friends had noticed the change.
Rick teased him relentlessly.
"Six months," Rick said one night over drinks. "Never thought I'd see the day you chased someone longer than a hostile takeover."
Mason laughed. "You're becoming sentimental."
Wren observed quietly, "You're distracted let go now bro there are many other omegas."
Avery said nothing—but watched him far too closely.
Cassian denied it all.
He always did.
But denial didn't stop the dreams.
They came without warning.
Sometimes weeks apart. Sometimes nights in succession.
Always the same.
Blonde hair pulled back loosely. Calm posture amid chaos. And those eyes—clear, sky-colored, sharp with awareness.
Never afraid.
Never pleading.
Just watching him.
Cassian would wake with his jaw tight, breath steady, heart controlled—and an emptiness sitting where satisfaction should have been.
It annoyed him.
That something so brief had left such a persistent mark.
When the pressure finally became unbearable, Cassian returned to the old mansion.
The estate had been in the Drakov family for generations—stone walls, tall windows, wide halls echoing with history. It was quieter than his city residence. Slower. Heavy with memories.
His parents were there.
His mother greeted him warmly, hands gentle as ever, eyes sharp beneath kindness.
His father… laughed.
"So," his father said over dinner, leaning back with far too much amusement, "my son conquers cities but can't find one omega?"
Cassian shot him a look. "Father."
"Oh, come on," the older alpha continued cheerfully. "Six months! At your age, I had already—"
"Enough," his mother cut in sharply, placing her chopsticks down. "Stop bullying him."
His father shrugged. "I'm motivating."
"You're provoking," she corrected, then turned to Cassian. "Ignore him."
Cassian didn't argue.
He sat there, listening to their banter, watching familiar warmth play out as it always had.
It was harmonious.
Safe.
And yet—
Something was missing.
He felt it in the pauses between words. In the silence after laughter. In the space he didn't know how to fill.
His mother noticed, of course.
She always did.
"You look tired," she said gently.
"I'm fine."
She didn't press—but her eyes lingered with concern.
That night, Cassian stood alone in the mansion's long hallway, staring at a portrait of his ancestors. Alphas carved from history. Power, legacy, certainty.
He had never doubted his path before.
Now, there was a hollow echo where certainty used to be.
Back in the city, Elena worked harder than ever.
She stayed late. Cross-referenced foreign academic systems. Dug into exchange programs, art institutions, and confidential registries.
Every lead dissolved.
Every trace circled back into nothing.
She brought Cassian updates anyway.
Always honest.
"Still nothing," she said quietly one evening.
Cassian nodded. "Continue."
She hesitated. "Sir… may I speak freely?"
He looked at her. "You already are."
"This omega," she said carefully, "whoever he is… he doesn't want to be found."
Cassian's eyes darkened. "No one stays hidden forever."
Elena lowered her gaze. "I know. But this… it feels different."
He said nothing.
Even Elena—unshakeable, efficient Elena—was worried now.
Not about the omega.
About Cassian.
Winter ended.
Snow melted.
Spring arrived without announcement.
Like something that had once existed—then didn't.
And still, the name remained.
Evan.
Cassian stood by his window one night, city glowing beneath him, and wondered—not for the first time—if some encounters were never meant to be resolved.
If some people passed through like seasons.
Brief.
Transformative.
Gone.
But the thought didn't bring peace.
It brought irritation.
And something dangerously close to longing.
He closed his eyes.
And for a fleeting second—
He wondered where Evan was.
And whether, somewhere far away, that omega ever thought of him at all.
Then a thought came that was aside for these months. Why am I finding him? For what reason? Didn't our account settled with his apology.
Suddenly he felt too calm no it is not about apology anymore. It was over there. That part of their was ended.
Then he Heard his mother called him his thoughts were disrupted. He walked over to her mother and hugged her. Her mother is a gentle omega. His father fell in love with her at first sight and courted her openly till she said yes. Then they married happily and lived happily ever.