There is little room for fight nor gentleness in the kiss; his mouth moves against mine like a predator seeking dominance.My hands push against his chest, fighting him at every turn, but my trembling elbows barely have enough strength to unbutton my shirt, let alone push a bear-like alpha off me.It's not fair that just because I am an omega, I am reduced to this each time his scent fills my lungs, which unfortunately is every time I breathe because his scent is all over me, like freshly sprayed perfume.His taste of whiskey dizzies my head as the smoky finish turns my mouth bitter, just like the cigarettes that I can never smoke again. It’s that damn taste that makes my mouth part wider, accepting his force.His taste is addictive as if he were made for me.The future I envisioned flashes before my eyes; my dream of the sweet beta woman who will bear my children and slow the pace of my life is slipping between my fingers and is instead replaced by an image of my stomach, swollen and
Niklaus Heinrich**Eight Years Ago**Niklaus adored the feeling after a successful mission, not because of the incoming pay but because he could only have Lucien’s undivided attention then. Lucien always suggested an area with a beach after a mission.The salty and wet air tugging on Niklaus’s clothes felt good; even the sun drying him seemed to relax him, which was ridiculous—he hated the heat; it was always grossly annoying. He preferred the cold.His eyes turned naturally to the brown hair flowing in his vision—Lucien.Lucien stood facing the sea, covered in the orange glow of the sunset. A sight that he wished could remain engraved in his mind for eternity.“Have any dreams, Nikky?”Lucien asked, turning to face him, but he turned so fast that the whiskey in the glass he stole from the poolside bar sloshed.Niklaus’ fingers twitched; he wanted to steady him, but Lucien steadied himself with a laugh.His cheeks were flushed, indicating just how drunk he was.Dreams? Niklaus didn’t
Lucien Sinclair“Niklaus...What is this?”The soft voice breaks the dark tension between us, reminding me that he had interrupted earlier.How the hell did I just forget about him?Unable to move my head I instead move my pupils to the man whose gaze flicks between mine and Niklaus' back. Disdain flickers in his eyes before his voice softens.His voice addressing Niklaus is softer than his glare.“A recessive omega?”The man begins, his glare hardening.“Niklaus, you... you don’t-I can offer more. You know that... dominant omegas are the only ones who can keep up with a dominant alpha’s rut-”Before the man can continue, an apology slides from my lips."I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."He called me a recessive omega. Does that mean he is a dominant omega? no wonder he looks so delicate. Were they fucking?Sheesh! I keep forgetting that for Alphas and omegas, there is no such thing as ‘sexual orientation’ for them; as long as their pheromones match, they would bang anything and a
“You can’t.”The words slip from my lips without warning.The water that had been falling silently suddenly felt loud.My hand reaches the faucet, turning it off before stepping out of the shower.“Can’t what?”Niklaus asks, his voice carrying a deathly chill, but if I stay in his presence any longer, I might vomit.He can’t like me.What he has done to me shouldn’t fall into the category of ‘like’. He shot me, stabbed me in the back, sprayed his pheromones on me thus turning me into an omega without my consent, put me in the hospital and broke my sister’s heart; have I been watching too many Disney movies?My weak hands tug at my shirt, but the buttons that can normally split easily refuse to budge, so I am forced to unbutton them one by one.“I’m borrowing a gown; my clothes are filthy.”I say, dismissing his earlier threat.I’m an omega agent, not to mention my looks, but I get hit on constantly and being surrounded by alphas doesn’t help because of course, some bastards like him w
It’s the third time in the past five minutes that my eyes have glanced over the clock hanging above the cupboards in the employee lounge.11:55 a.m.My thumb taps restlessly on the mop’s handle.Five more minutes.“Exciting lunch plans?”A voice whispers in my ear, startling me.I would have noticed if the person was an alpha or omega, even with the hangover I am nursing and stress from yesterday, so they must be a beta.My gaze turns to the woman, who is surprisingly…gorgeous.Her beauty is subtle, underrated even, courtesy of her thick-rimmed glasses. Her warm brown hair in a loose ponytail seems to summon every male urge in me to dig my fingers in the mess.“Uhh, earth to Lucien? You are Lucien, right? The sexy new janitor the ladies have been gossiping about?”“I’m sexy. I mean Lucien- fuck, I’m Lucien.”I correct hurriedly as warmth floods my cheeks.She chuckles.“You look lost in thought, Lucien.” She says with a smile, walks over to the cupboard behind me, grabs a cup, and fi
My jaw tightens with every curt word spoken without the slightest hint of care.Rather than let Niklaus take further control of the conversation, I step between them. “Sorry, Maya. This is a work lunch; the director and I are supposed to-”“Lucien.”Maya cuts me off and softens her voice.“This place is reservation only, I can’t get in.”She says matter of factly, but I already know that was why I wanted us to sneak around the back; it would be kinder if she never knew if Niklaus had entered or not.“Maya…”I call softly, trying to ease my rejection, but her hand reaches mine, and her nails dig into my flesh.“Let me join your table; let me get closure.”Isn’t closure him being an ass?“Ma-”“Luci, please, let me join you. There are things I need to get off my chest, and you know that!”No, what I know is that you are still in love with him. What I know is that you will make a scene, and he will have you removed, breaking your heart.My answer: Maya, it’s not a good idea. But at her
Niklaus HeinrichThe irritation grating Niklaus’s veins had a face, and the woman sitting in front of him was it. Every gesture, every breath she took, was a test of his patience.“What are you playing at?”Niklaus asks as his eyes zero in on the empty glass in Maya’s hand—the same one she had tipped over to wet Lucien’s clothes.“You called me yesterday, and now…”She exhales with a bitter laugh.“Are you playing with me knowing I love you? Is it fun for you? Torturing me like this? The fact that you came with Luci can only mean you used me. Again.”Her eyes sharpen, but Niklaus doesn’t bother to acknowledge her words.“Lauren. Who is she?”He asks instead, causing Maya’s face to contort into a sharp sneer."He's never going to forgive you, you know. He doesn't even want to be near you,"Maya presses, leaning forward slightly to press her pink nails against the table to stress her point."Your best bet of seeing him beyond the few months he’s stuck in this city for your little missi
I can’t taste anything.The food sitting on the plate in front of me remains untouched save for a few forced bites. Every mouthful tastes like expensive cardboard, so rather than through sheer will, there is no other reason why the food reaches my stomach.‘Our engagement was a contract.’The words that caused my ears to ring keep playing in my mind.What the fuck does he mean ‘a contract’.It wasn’t a contract! They were in love! I saw the way he looked at her—he used to talk about her all the damn time; he’d even get excited to drive me home just to see her; what the hell does he mean by contract, as in a cold, calculated agreement?What the hell…what the hell?I force myself to sit through the rest of the lunch.Niklaus, as always, looks completely unbothered, except when he notices that no more food is entering my mouth. He is the reason I keep forcing food down my throat.Maya, on the other hand, her voice is still bright, as if he hadn’t just ripped her apart, as if she hadn’t
Niklaus rose abruptly from his seat. His force pushed my chair back slightly, making me realise he had never locked it in place."A recessive omega? I never said the type you were."His lips curl into a lethal smile."It- it was obvious from our agreement that you sleep with a dominant omega during your rut."The blood rushing in my veins at the word ‘pregnant’ warms my skin.I can feel my muscles tense as thoughts of running fill my head, but the bastard's large build blocks me.Is that why he stood?"Right...Right, our Luci sure is sharp. I bet your little head is racing right now.""Can w-we stay on topic?"Niklaus strides slowly towards me like a predator. His large hand cups my collarbone before he moves behind my chair.I half expect him to push it, but something clicks into place, jolting me—the lock."Wha-"My words halt in my throat when his hand slides down my collar and lifts the hospital shirt, exposing my chest."What are you-"Before I can express my outrage, both of Nik
"Married?"I repeat the word as though it tastes bitter.Perhaps lying and saying that my last memory was the kiss at the ball made him too brazen because what kind of nonsense is this?“Yes, Lucien, at the ball, we had a lengthy discussion, and you decided to honour our arrangement to get married.”...the audacity of this man.His warm hand caresses mine. I want to smack his hand away, but again, the roughness in his touch, as if he were desperate, is intoxicating.Don't worry, Niklaus; it gets worse. I will make sure of it."I'm sorry, I just...put yourself in my shoes; this is coming from nowhere."I lift my gaze to him, softening my eyes as if I don’t know any better."Lucien... you saw the news; our wedding was incoming before the accident. Plus, is it really from out of nowhere when we are engaged?"Biting my lip draws his focus to the plump flesh; alphas are so easy to seduce; seriously, I don’t even have pheromones, but I can smell the hunger off him.Still, I expected to be t
Niklaus’s fingers tapped ferociously against his chair. It was an abrupt meeting that needed his attention, one that didn't seem to end, and one in which his father was in attendance, so if he skipped it, he could be punished by a poisoned meal.Nothing like familial love to bond people."Tell me about your wedding plans, son."The person giving the presentation froze at this question, which was clearly out of topic."I thought this was a very important meeting?"Niklaus asked, testing his father in the same way."Your mother is very worried about you.""You mean stepfather, and I'll get back to you on that during the next family dinner.""I have arranged a meeting between you and Anastasia Stone-""I appreciate it, but Anna and I-""The meeting will be at three pm. Dress in golf attire, I hear she takes after her father."His mouth pressed into a fine line.“My engagement is real.”“To a beta?”His father spat out.“We have an arrangement.”“Whatever arrangement, the Heinrichs only n
For some reason, the car ride home was tense. Even the hum of the engine couldn’t soothe my mangled nerves.Despite the countless times I rubbed my lips, which still tingled from the unfamiliar kiss, the sensation of Niklaus’s roughness on me neither faded nor fizzled.Why the hell did I moan when he flicked my nipples? I am a beta….Why did he even flick my nipple? I want to scream sexual assault because all this time, I thought of him as a kid brother instead of the panting beast from that time, but we are engaged…we are engaged, right?Fuck.I curse inwardly; the buds on my chest, which I often refer to as dud, feel tender for some reason.My body curls further at the thoughts clouding my mind before I turn my gaze to Niklaus. He still looks furious.Yet despite the fury on his face being my fault—just a gut feeling, each time the headlights of a passing car washes his frame, I am drawn to his mystical beauty.Whoever knew eyes could be that blue.My mouth dries as his gaze turns t
I caught a cold o(*////▽////*)q, I'm resting a bit; next chaps on Monday! No bonus for this story. I appreciate your patience
“Yeah, I have a good nose. Did you forget that?”At the sudden reply, Niklaus exhaled the breath he hadn’t realised he was holding.“That, you did.”He answered non-comitally.“So?”Lucien asked as if he were expecting an answer.“‘So’ what?”“Did we have a contract agreement?”Was that the conclusion he drew? That they were engaged based on a contract?A smile teased the corners of his lips.His Lucien never disappointed.His need to investigate everything meant that he could also convince himself of his findings. It was a risky move, but it paid off.Now, for the nail in the coffin...How would he react if he said, ‘I still love you’? Alphas and omegas expressed their feelings through pheromones, whether it was hate, lust, or even love, so words like ‘I love you’ held little meaning to them because the truth could be sniffed out in a sense. But for betas, they lived backwards, over-relying on meaningless words."I am in love with you, Lucien."His lie flowed easily from his lips, bu
“Bingo!”The word leaves my lips before I can control myself.In response, the woman in red, no Anna Stone—model, actress and dominant omega heiress; everyone knows her face and her nasty temper— curls her lips in disdain.“Bin..go?”Her black ponytail sways a little when she cocks her head to the side.“Yes, bingo.”I repeat, turning to face her fully.“I expected someone like you to approach me here, which is why I isolated myself.”“Someone like me?”Her eyes narrow, before she turns to the man beside her as if ascertaining that her security was on high alert.When her body shifts, I notice two more men outside the door, guarding it—no, perhaps keeping me here until she is finished with me.I swallow nervously, realising that if I bluff too hard, I will make a very dangerous enemy.“By someone like you, I mean someone with ties to Niklaus.”I continue cautiously.“I am not dumb enough to believe that someone like him suits a beta like me.”She says nothing; for some reason, the word
Well… I guess I should have just said I was an omega.“Niklaus, why don’t people know my trait?”“We kept our relationship hidden; I told you.”“I-”I open my mouth, ready to suggest the topic that I discussed with my reflection yesterday: ‘Can we break up?’ But I close it once more.If we break up, where else can I get my memories? But then, again, there are times like this when it feels easier to start all over again. After all, when I look at him, I don’t feel…Okay, so he is sexy to look at, but beyond that, I don’t feel like I love him enough to want to deal with being looked down on because of my traits.“What?”He asks, his eyes moving from my lips.“Nothing.” "Do you want something to drink?”Niklaus asks, turning his gaze to an older man with white hair who looks like a mature version of him, only his features look rougher.It's obvious that he's asking me if I want to drink something out of courtesy; there are waiters who can bring a drink at the raise of a finger; he prob
Niklaus, to my surprise, turns to face me, extending his hand towards me. I half expected him to move between the bowed people and leave me behind, but he didn’t.Huh…For a moment, I hesitate as my gaze lingers on his extended hand.If I were in his shoes, I would have waited aside, but if I hold his hand…wouldn’t it be like…I am his woman or something?Oh…right, we are engaged.I can't get into it. Does that mean I am straight?Relief floods my body at the thought because while homosexuality is normal, even encouraged by Alphas and Omegas, to betas like me, who want kids, it's not the way forward.He is handsome, very handsome, so I guess-“Lucien?”He calls when I hesitate for too long, swallowing my thoughts, I take his offered hand, his warmth immediately seeping into me.“Go to parties like this often?”I whisper as I wince at the flashy lights from some cameras on the side that go off once I leave the car.“Not too often, but this is our first one together.”He leans in to answ