The board room was quiet when he entered, but he heard some of them audibly gasp when they saw who was walking behind him. He felt a small tug of disappointment, he hates how they are so open about how they don’t really respect him, especially now that his company is in the brink of danger. They were at least trying to be subtle before. But now that they know they all have power over him, they are all showing him outright disrespect.
They were all standing up by the time they made their way to the front of the room. Mr. Wong was standing far back, and he has a suspecting look on his face.
Klyde roamed his eyes around the room, making sure to meet everyone’s eyes. He wants them to know that he’s not affected by what’s happening. He hopes his front is convincing, because he feels so fucking terrified right now. He has to physically stop himself from fiddling with his fingers because of how nervous he is. His head turned sharply to his left, where Wade is standing, when he felt his hand settle on his lower back. He must have sensed that he’s nervous, the scent is subtle but enough for Wade to smell because he is standing beside him. Wade wordlessly nodded at him, gesturing to start the meeting so he took a shallow breath before once again looking ahead.
“Good morning. Let’s start the meeting, shall we?”
Things settled like how it used to, the board sat down once the meeting started. Louis, Klyde’s secretary, got an extra swivel chair for Wade. He sat at the head of the table while Klyde remained standing. He went on to discuss his company’s current status, the case of investors pulling out and their financial situation. They were all attentively listening, some still shameless enough to cast obvious glances at Wade who is also quietly listening.
“My marriage with Mr. Curtis now will lead to a merge that will hopefully save our company. We have yet to discuss the grounds of the merging that will happen, but since his company handles travel agencies and chains of hotels like us, the merge would be easier—”
“So, you decided to sell yourself out?” someone said cutting him off, he turns to find the owner of the voice and of course, if someone had the guts to say that it would be him, Mr. Wong. That fucker.
“Excuse me?”
The older alpha looks so smug while sitting on his chair. His smugness oozes out of him, an irritating smell. He made a show of checking his fingers.
“You decided to sell yourself out. Isn’t that what happened? Pathetic excuse of a marriage,” other board members are exchanging nervous looks. They’re casting worried glances between the alpha and Wade who is still silent on his seat, observing.
“Do you really expect us to believe that you’ve been dating all this time? That sudden engagement was bullshit!”Klyde folded his hand into a fist. He can’t believe him.
“Mr. Wong—”
“The omega who built a legacy on his own, suddenly tying himself up with an alpha? Right in the middle of a company crisis too? What a coincidence, huh.”
Spikes of anxiety and fear permeated the air in the room but the alpha dominance and smugness was the most prominent.
“I wonder how you did it? Was your scent that good that it charmed Mr. Curtis? Or did you present yourself like the submissive omega that you should be? Whore.”
They all froze at the warning growl that resounded in the room. Low and long. Klyde is shocked when it registered on him that the growl indeed came from the alpha quietly watching the scene—Wade. His scent is strong, challenging. But Mr. Wong paid it no mind, the annoying smirk still present on his lips, eyes glinting with something like mockery.
“I advise you to watch your words Mr. Wong”, Klyde said sharply. He’s had enough of the older alpha. He can’t just let him humiliate him in front of his people like this.
“You be careful, Mr. Taylor. I am still the chairman of the board. We should’ve voted you out of the company the moment this problem started. You wouldn’t have made it this far without us. Know your place—”
A loud snarl interrupted them. It was dripping so much of alpha dominance that the other few omegas in the room all bowed their head, alphas letting out a low growl of their own in retaliation, fighting for dominance.
Wade stood up from his seat, his own angry scent battling the smug alpha scent Mr. Wong is emitting. His chest is rumbling with the vibration of his continuous growl.
“Mr. Wong,” Wade started after retracting his growl.
“You are very brave.”Mr. Wong scoffed at that.
“As I should be.”
“Your bravery won’t take you to the place you’re aiming to, I’m afraid. Threatening my omega in front of me?”
My omega. It should make him feel proud to be called that. But it drips with ownership, and that leaves a bitter taste in Klyde’s mouth.
“I am not threatening him. I am merely telling the truth. No matter how much he denies it, how much he wants himself to appear as the omega who succeeded, he wouldn’t have done it without me. I am the chairman of the board. I built this company the same way he did. And if firing him would save it, and so be it.”
“Of course, you’re the chairman of the board. I wonder how you got there,” Wade said, tone mysterious.
“That doesn’t excuse you disrespecting my omega, though. You’re on thin ice.”“Are you insinuating something?”
“I don’t know. Am I?”
His scent spiked, irritated. Wade turned to everyone else inside the room, producing a deep low growl from his throat, effectively cutting of the low rumbling of growls from the other alphas in the room. He looks powerful like that.
“A meeting will be held another time to discuss about the merging. We will continue this another time. Meeting adjourned,” Wade concluded before reaching for his left wrist, his grip tight but at the same time gentle, dragging him as he walked to get out of the room. He is silent, shame burning in his system as his mind plays the events of the meeting.
Wade pushed the door and paused on the threshold, making him stop on his tracks too.
“I almost forgot,” Wade started, their backs facing everyone in the room. His voice is void of emotion, it almost made Klyde, himself, shiver.
“I don’t fucking care if you don’t believe the actuality of our marriage. I don’t fucking care if you think he did it for money. I don’t give a flying fuck, believe me."He made a show of lightly turning his body to the right, meeting the eyes of everyone else in the room, hanging onto his every words. His jaw clenched, eyes sharp and threatening. Only a fool wouldn't bow before him. He uttered his next words with so much venom that made everyone flinch, including Mr. Wong, who had been sending them his own glares.
"What irks me, though, is how you address him. Treat my omega with respect. He’s a Curtis now. The husband of the most powerful alpha today, right? Refer to him as such.”
Wade tugged at his wrist, grip tightening as they both walk away from the room. Leaving stunned board members and a seething elderly alpha.
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Wade did not let go of his wrist until they were in the safety of his office once again. The ghost of his touch leaving a warm sensation on his wrist.“That was embarrassing,” Wade started before he turned to look at him; eyes void of emotion. The door of his office clicked shut behind them.“They won’t take you seriously if you continue to act like that. Was that how you built this company? You look weak and afraid all the time.”That, that hit a nerve.Klyde straightened his posture and bravely met his eyes, blood boiling.“You don’t know anything. You don’t know a thing I did to build this company, so don’t talk to me like that,” he spat out; venom in his voice.“Exactly. I don’t know anything. But with how you acted today, how do you think that looked to me?” h
Everything was like a déjà vu. He woke up to the sound of his secretary’s voice calling his name. He didn’t even know he fell asleep. He is hunched on his table, arms on both sides of his head, right hand still holding his pen. His right cheek is squished on his table and he had to hold the papers down as he straightened to sit up. He groaned, eyes squinted as he looked blearily at her, standing in front of his desk. “Yeah?” he yawned. His body feels so heavy. The breath coming out of his nose is warm, too warm. His eyes stings in a way that it does when you have a fever. Fuck, does he have a fever? He stretched his arms above his head, getting rid of the kinks. “It’s past 10 in the evening, Sir. You might want to go home.” He turned his head sharply at that, a bad move. His vision is swimming, the world feels unsteady on his feet even as he sat. He feels like shit. “I’
tw// panic attack, mentions of panic attackHe stared at the note in his hand, contemplating whether he should really go down to eat. Frankly, he doesn’t think he has the stomach to eat as he still feels like shit, refreshed but still shit, even after that shower. But he figures if he wants to recover faster, then he really needs to eat. He sighed. He walked to hang his towel back to its rack, before walking out of his room.Now when the note said there was food downstairs, he kind of expected a take out placed at the kitchen table or counter. Food he can just bring to his room so he can eat peacefully. He definitely did not expect for it to come in the form of Wade Ashton, wearing a black sweater and a pair of grey sweatpants, topped with a baby blue apron.Klyde stopped on his tracks, shocked at the sight that greeted him. This is the first time, ever since they got married, that he saw the alpha in a casual fit,
What he expected to be a one-time thing happened again the next morning, and then the next again, and then the next until waking up to the sight of Wade cooking in the kitchen didn’t look unusual anymore. It’s the fourth day, and now he just automatically slips and perches himself on a stool by the kitchen counter to silently watch him cook. It’s the fourth day of him being absent in the company too, and he’s in constant worry. He wonders how everyone is doing there, what’s happening and their current state. He tried to tell Wade multiple times that he’ll be fine to go to work but the alpha only just looks at him dead in the eye, and it effectively makes him quiet. He huffs every time it happens. He’s also worried for the alpha’s work. He, too, hasn’t been going to his company to work for days now. Isn’t he worried? But then again, he had established his company for years. Wade surely has confidence in his workers, something Klyde lacks, especially now that th
Klyde’s heart is hammering in his chest as he sees the familiar sight of Wade’s building. It’s quite far from his so he had to drive to go there. His hands are sweating on the steering wheel, he took his feet off the pedals of his car as he can’t stop them from fidgeting. He’s been taking deep breathes too, but he can’t seem to calm down.But how is he supposed to calm down, his mind supplies. His husband, contract husband, just called him to inform him that his pack wanted to meet him! How is he supposed to calm down?!Packs aren’t really that common nowadays, but not rare either. Wolves evolved from living in packs to carrying on their own. Packs are not necessarily supposed to be family related; it’s usually just made up of wolves who find deep connections with each other. Klyde never had a pack, his family doesn’t count. So, he’s freaking out with the thought of meeting one toda
The waiter poured them wine as soon as they sat on the table. The chattering of Wade’s packmates is a nice comfort to Klyde. They’re in a nearby restaurant for lunch. The pack insisted on taking them to lunch as a “compensation”—their words, for not telling them about their marriage sooner. Wade tried to escape but his attempts were futile as they quite practically dragged the two of them outside. So now there they are. “Do they have pasta?” Aien asked out loud to no one in particular, he’s scanning the menu. “Of course, they do,” came Kez’s quick reply. He said it with a roll of his eyes.“What kind of restaurant doesn’t serve pasta?” Aien scrunched his nose. “It’s my first time here.” “That’s because you don’t go out of your apartment. Explore the world, pup.” Klyde chuckled at the brothers’ bickering, the rest of the p
Frankly, Klyde never thought he’ll meet the pack again, or at least one of them. But he should have known when he met them for the first time that the bunch were stubborn. Of course, they’ll meet again, it’s inevitable. It was totally unexpected. He carried on with his life, pushing the memory of meeting the pack at the back of his head and once again buried himself with work in the company. It’s as if the interaction didn’t even happen at all. So, when one day, Aien suddenly quite literally just barged into his office, trailed by his stressed-looking secretary, to say Klyde was shocked would be an understatement. “Aien?” he uttered bewilderedly, surprise coloring his tone as he watched the beta march in his office. Aien’s eyes roamed around the place before it finally landed on him. A big smile stretched on his lips, eyes lighting up at the sight of him. “Klyde!” he exclaimed, walking towards his office table. Lou
Klyde swears he swallowed all his food properly, so he doesn’t understand how he just suddenly choked on nothing, maybe air. But he blames Aien’s unexpected question. He found himself in a coughing fit, struggling to breathe, and he’s so fucking embarrassed. “Aien!” Wade called sharply as he hurried to hand Klyde his drink and tissues. Klyde’s eyes are teary as he accepted the drink, wincing as he drank the soda. He also accepted the tissue, wiping his mouth and eyes as he finished drinking. “What? What?” Aien asked frantically.“What’s wrong?” Klyde continued to cough. Wade turned to Aien, glaring at him. “What’s wrong—did you really have to ask that?” Wade asked, irritated. Aien blinked at him in confusion. “What’s wrong with my question?” “You were asking about pups.” “And?
The two of them stared at the king-sized bed at the center of the room. Two nightstands stand on opposite sides, with lamps on them. A dresser stands on its side too, a big built-in closet is adjacent to it. His eyes drift back to the bed, his body remaining frozen from where he stood. “Why is there only one bed?” he whispered, repeating his question. “My secretary booked it for me,” the alpha answered after a while. Klyde turned to look at him. Wade was now also staring at the bed.“We’re the only ones who know about our arrangement.” Right. Fuck. Of course, but still. His eyes traced back to the bed, and on its cleanly made sheets, pristine and looking incredibly soft. There are four big pillows on it, and right now, the sight looks so inviting to Klyde. He wants nothing but to finally lie down, feel the soft sheets on his body and bury himself in the pillows. But obviously, he can’t do that just yet. Should he just sleep on the couch? The one in the living room looks comfortabl
Klyde zipped his luggage shut, patting it for good measure. He eyed the things he has yet to pack and sighed. Although he had already settled everything he needed to settle before leaving, for some reason he still feels anxious about the trip. He spent the past days completing tasks and leaving reminders for Von in case an emergency occurs in the company, not that emergencies usually happen. The days are usually just quiet. He knows the beta is responsible, he has proven himself, but maybe the problem is with Klyde now. And maybe, leaving isn’t really his problem at all. His problem lies more on what’s awaiting him for the trip. A knock resounded from his door. He turned his head to the direction of it, before quickly standing up to open it. He opened the door, leaving only enough space for his head to poke around and behind it is Wade, already dressed. “Hey,” he quietly greeted, wondering what the alpha wanted. It’s still hours away from their flight. They still have a lot of time.
Today, Klyde went home with the intention to cook dinner. He did not originally plan it, but he got off work pretty early, even earlier than the times he did before. So, he figured maybe he can cook dinner. He’s been cooking breakfast after all, why not try dinner too? It’s four in the afternoon when he entered the apartment. The whole apartment is bathed in the afternoon light bleeding from the floor to ceiling window near the stairs. Klyde disposed his things first on the living room floor, before dumping his body on the plush couch. He sighed. He can’t remember the last time he wasn’t at work during this hour. His eyes roamed around the place, taking not of the apartment’s every nook and crevices. It’s a wonder how the apartment looks so cold despite having two people already living in it. Wade’s apartment looks like it’s straight out from a catalog—pretty but lifeless. Should he start adding his touch on it? Maybe not. He’s just living there temporarily after all. He doesn’t wan
And just like that, a routine has been made. Now, Klyde wakes up extra early to prepare breakfast for two. Although Wade told him it was unnecessary, he felt it in himself that he really wanted to do it. So, he continued. He began his search of simple breakfasts he could make quickly. The grocery stocks they have actually started decreasing, and it brought a semblance of normalcy to him. He somehow misses his old apartment because of it, not that he cooks there but he had many instant foods on his pantry too. But he’s glad he’s somehow settling here okay. The sound of Wade’s footsteps as he climbs down the stairs has become a usual sound to him that he doesn’t even flinch nor get bothered by it anymore. After over a week of this set-up, it has slowly become his norm and honestly, that thought is terrifying. “Eggs again?” Wade asked in a teasing voice as he pulled out a stool to sit by the counter. As usual, he has his phone with him. Klyde hummed in answer, not taking his eyes off of
Klyde woke up early the next day. He basically passed out after his dinner last night so it’s a wonder, even to him, how early he woke up today, given that he was bone tired.His body still felt heavy, his moves sluggish, but no matter how much he still wants to lay in his bed and maybe come to work later than usual, he can’t bring himself to sleep as his mind is already running from his thoughts again. Instead of drowning in them, he figured he should just get up and cook breakfast. Maybe he’ll have a proper meal of breakfast for once. So, that’s what he did.He walked down the quiet apartment and made his way to the kitchen after freshening up, not even bothering to change out of his sleeping clothes. He got some bread he got from the grocery a while ago, it’s surprisingly still unopened. Actually, cut the surprisingly, he doesn’t really cook nor eat in the apartment that much
Klyde sagged on the seat of his car, the back of his head bumping at the headrest, hands resting on the steering wheel as he gently killed the engine. He heaved a heavy sigh. He feels so tired, even more so than usual. The events of today left him with whirlwind of emotions, and now he just feels really, extremely exhausted. Fatigue is creeping into his bone, seeping into his mind leaving it buzzing like an empty television screen. Eventually, when he found the small strength to move his body, he stepped out of his car. The soft sound of its closing door left an empty feeling on him. It’s as if he’s floating as he trudged his way to the elevator. His footsteps are heavy, much like his heart at the moment. Now, don’t get him wrong. Betrayal isn’t a foreign concept to him. It’s a friend he’s all too familiar with. With all the things he went through to establish his company, betrayal has been something he is q
“No,” Klyde said firmly, putting down the spoon he was holding not so gently beside his plate. He’s scowling, he’s aware. But he can’t help it when he just heard an absolute nonsense form the alpha in front of him. Of course. “What do you mean ‘no’?” Wade asked, much too calm for Klyde’s liking. He’s almost simmering with rage, and the alpha is acting like what he said was nothing. Wade even lightly dabbed his mouth clean with a napkin. “No as in no, Wade.” “I don’t follow.” “Of course. You’re an alpha. Since when did your kind understand ‘no’ as an answer?” What he said was probably too much, judging the way the alpha’s eyes squinted at him and his posture suddenly became too stiff. But Klyde, at the moment, was blinded by his own anger to even acknowledge his wrong.  
The sound of the door opening must have caught the alpha’s attention, because as soon as it opened and Klyde stepped into the room, the alpha was already facing him from where he was standing in front of the glass wall behind Klyde’s table. “Wade,” he greeted, forcing himself to sound casual. The alpha’s eyes raked over his form, left brow rising. “I thought I was babe?” Fuck him, actually. Klyde gave him a forced smile. “What are you doing here?” “Can I not visit my husband?” the alpha asked, head slightly tilted to the right. Klyde sighed and stepped further in the room. He walked to his table, standing a safe distance away from it. The alpha just watched him. “What are you doing here?” he said, repeating his question.
To say that Klyde threaded through the holidays peacefully would be a lie. A huge one at that. Because he didn’t. The memory of their kiss on the Christmas eve is still haunting him, and every time he closes his eyes, it’s as if he can still feel the alpha’s lips on him. And Klyde feels very frustrated because of it. Even now, as if on cue, the memories of that night flooded his mind again. They both walk back to the party, Klyde walking ahead of the alpha. His lips are still tingling both from the cold and the kiss, and he still feels quite breathless because of it. He bit his bottom lip to stop himself from replaying the scene in his head, but it only made him remember the kiss more. He casted a brief glance to the alpha walking behind him. He hates how Wade looks relaxed and unbothered, while he is nearly freaking out. When they entered the venue again, he released a breath in an attempt to calm himself.