"There, dinner."I say as I place a bowl of burnt pasta in front of Niklaus."You should be a chef...""I thought I wasn't allowed to work."I answer cooly as I walk to my seat."I was under the impression that spaghetti is prepared by boiling. How did you manage to burn it? That shows talent that shouldn't be ignored.""Oh, haha..."Without smelling or waiting for the steam to fade, Niklaus pokes his fork into the charred mess, spins the charred white strings covered in red sauce on his fork, and eats it.If it had poison, I'd be as good as done now...But something about what Anna said makes me doubtful of poison as a means to kill him.She mentioned being immune; is Niklaus the same?"So, where did you go?"Niklaus asks as he wipes his lips with the napkin, his lips obviously twisted in disgust."Out. Are you not going to finish your meal?""It's not poisoned, is it? Since it's not, there is no need for me to finish it. It's disgusting; hire a chef, honey."I groan at the word ‘hon
I can feel my chest heave from the burning anger at his words, but fighting him like this when I have never won a physical fight with him is pointless."Don't touch me."I say as I slap his hand away from my hair."How long?"He asks as he steps away from me, pressing his hand to his nose as if inhaling it, but I don't have a scent, so maybe he is rubbing his nose."What?""How long until you make a move on me, Luci."By move, does he mean how long until I try to kill him?Hah...this lunatic."Don't worry, you won't have to wait too long."**“What’s this?”Niklaus asks, gesturing to the pillows I set up in the middle of the bed as he dries his dripping wet hair with a damp towel.As if tired, he tosses the towel aside and pulls the one on his waist off, exposing himself to me.Why…why the fuck is he hard?I groan inwardly as I turn my gaze away from him.“Turn off the lights when you are done.”I say, before switching off the lamp by my side.After a bit of shuffling around, the pill
"Niklaus Heinrich?"I yell the name as the door to the chief's office swings open.As usual, the chief isn't at his desk but holding a mini-golf club, playing with the track set up in his office.The chief’s face lights up at my presence, but I am far from happy with this interaction."Niklaus Heinrich? Chief, this is uncalled for!"I protest."I take it our little Luci has a problem with my mission?"The response doesn't come from the chief but from a low, husky, and aged voice from a person who is not in view.With a low sigh, the chief turns his desktop to face me at the door."Ah, deputy commissioner."I say, recognising the face staring back at me.Snuffing the flames of my anger, I bow my head low in greeting."Do you have a problem with my mission, Agent Sinclair?""N- mmh,”I bite my lip before my direct ‘no’ can echo.“I believe that I shouldn't lead this mission.""But such low professions suit omegas; who would believe there is an alpha in the cleaning team?"The deputy comm
The pale blue eyes that seem to stare into my soul widen in surprise before another, more sinister emotion covers them."My Luci..."The words are spoken in a deep and low murmur.‘My’? Did he just say… ‘my Luci?’As if mocking my surprise, Heinrich drops the body he dragged on the floor with a loud thud before using the bloody hand to wipe his eyes.??Because of his action, his beautiful face remains painted in blood like a primitive tribe deep in an unexplored jungle.“Huh… it's been so long; I thought I was seeing things. Who the hell would have thought that you would run straight into my arms like this, Lucien?”Huh...is it my imagination, or is he more unhinged than the last time we met eight years ago? No, wait. The worst part should be that the commissioner was wrong. He does remember me, even though I am an omega now.My gaze drops briefly to the screen....66%...67%....68%It's definitely slowing down; I don’t think a conversation with someone whose face is painted in blood
"Ow... gently, Maya."I fuss at my younger sister as she holds my head to examine the bandages tied tightly."What the hell were you doing? How did you get this banged up? You are good at fighting, aren't you?"She asks, her brows furrowed so low that a crease forms against her make-up.My forefinger presses between her eyebrows to smoothen her expression.“You’ll get wrinkles, Maya. Then you’ll never get married.”I say with an exaggerated sigh.“Ow-!”I cry when her fingers pinch the flesh on my arm at my joke before she turns to me with a solemn expression.“Luci…what happened?”With a low sigh, I let my body rest on the raised bed before clearing my throat.Of course, I am good at fighting; otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten as far as I have in my career. I just didn't realise that fighting a dominant alpha as an omega would be that much different from fighting a recessive alpha.Dominant Alphas and Omegas are at the pinnacle of society; even if they are poor at birth, there is a h
What?"I repeat—this is my third time saying ‘what’. I am certain I resemble a parrot, yet if that is the case, shouldn’t they change the contents coming out of their mouths?"Haaaa....what exactly are you saying what to, Agent?"The deputy commissioner asks, bringing forth his irritation. If ‘Director Heinrich’ weren’t here, I am certain he would have made a comment about how my being an omega is affecting my comprehension skills.At least I don’t look like an onion, I guess."It's simple, Agent Sinclair. I apologised to Director Heinrich about what our organisation attempted to do, but he understood our mission and offered to help with the case.""So what I am hearing you say, Deputy commissioner, is that our military unit, the one that serves to protect this country, has offered an apology to a known arms dealer, making a mockery of-”Before I can finish my hastily spilling words, the chief’s warm hand lands on my shoulder, squeezing my flesh warningly."Are you questioning me, Age
Niklaus Heinrich‘Disgusting.’That was the first thought to fill Niklaus's head as he passed Lucien's sister, whose desperate green eyes watched his frame as he returned to the car."Nik...Nikky!"She called to him using his nickname, a nickname that he had only permitted Lucien to use, but he never used that name past when he was drunk.Rather than respond to the cries that were growing louder, Nikalus turned his gaze forward to prevent the annoying screech from grazing his ears; as if sensing his dismissal, his security team surrounded him to block her view of him as they opened the doors to his car for him."Nik! It’s me! Maya! We were engaged!"This scream seemed to attract the paparazzi's attention, but as if it meant nothing to him, he settled in the car, and the door slammed shut.After the outside noise turned hushed, Niklaus closed his eyes to relax his tired body and let the delicious taste of blood and tangerines play at the tip of his tongue, flooding his senses.**Lucie
"Your alpha?"I repeat the words that were thrown at me so carelessly; if it wasn’t for the tears teetering in her eyes, I would have pushed her body aside and walked to a hotel.What the hell does she mean by her alpha? I almost died on the day I fought Heinrich after he betrayed me.He was my force partner for Christ's sake; I would have died for him if he were in trouble, and yet he-With a dry scoff that I can’t contain, I turn to look her in her eyes."I'm your brother, Maya. The one who stayed behind as you lost your shit over ‘your alpha’, 'your alpha' who, by the way, left me for dead and, coincidentally, broke your engagement through his secretary? I don’t know how much more disrespect you-”"I know... I know that, Lucien. Don't you think I know all of that? I am the one who lived through it."Maya asks as she shakes her head from side to side as if she can't help how she feels.Once again, my eyes zero in on the back of her neck, she has no mark, no imprint.If Heinrich had m
I can feel my chest heave from the burning anger at his words, but fighting him like this when I have never won a physical fight with him is pointless."Don't touch me."I say as I slap his hand away from my hair."How long?"He asks as he steps away from me, pressing his hand to his nose as if inhaling it, but I don't have a scent, so maybe he is rubbing his nose."What?""How long until you make a move on me, Luci."By move, does he mean how long until I try to kill him?Hah...this lunatic."Don't worry, you won't have to wait too long."**“What’s this?”Niklaus asks, gesturing to the pillows I set up in the middle of the bed as he dries his dripping wet hair with a damp towel.As if tired, he tosses the towel aside and pulls the one on his waist off, exposing himself to me.Why…why the fuck is he hard?I groan inwardly as I turn my gaze away from him.“Turn off the lights when you are done.”I say, before switching off the lamp by my side.After a bit of shuffling around, the pill
"There, dinner."I say as I place a bowl of burnt pasta in front of Niklaus."You should be a chef...""I thought I wasn't allowed to work."I answer cooly as I walk to my seat."I was under the impression that spaghetti is prepared by boiling. How did you manage to burn it? That shows talent that shouldn't be ignored.""Oh, haha..."Without smelling or waiting for the steam to fade, Niklaus pokes his fork into the charred mess, spins the charred white strings covered in red sauce on his fork, and eats it.If it had poison, I'd be as good as done now...But something about what Anna said makes me doubtful of poison as a means to kill him.She mentioned being immune; is Niklaus the same?"So, where did you go?"Niklaus asks as he wipes his lips with the napkin, his lips obviously twisted in disgust."Out. Are you not going to finish your meal?""It's not poisoned, is it? Since it's not, there is no need for me to finish it. It's disgusting; hire a chef, honey."I groan at the word ‘hon
"Don't touch me."I growl the words when Niklaus’s hands wrap around my waist as we leave the car.Of course, he doesn't listen, leading me to push his hand off my frame."I'm meeting Anna Stone tomorrow for coffee.""Coffee? That's funny. Why is my husband meeting another woman?”“We aren’t married yet.”“Three days isn’t long, Lucien.”“You are rushing this. I told you that for this to be believable, we need at least six months.”Niklaus shrugs.“I don’t care about believability; I am not selling a story; I am tying you to me, permanently. And about meeting Anastasia tomorrow…hmm, it might not be possible.”He adds casually.“Why not?”To my question, Niklaus places his hand on my waist and pushes me towards the house, but rather than the sight of the staff welcoming us back home most of them have suitcases.“What’s going on?”“Well, you are the new madam of the house, so you get to redesign this place, from the staff to the artwork.”“Are you- Did you fire them?”“Yes, they were se
Revenge with a baby is messy.Dear God, am I really going down as someone who murdered my child’s father?Well, they don’t have to know. I don’t mind being a tragic widower as long as we’re rich. But what kind of life is that? Hah… I don’t want to resemble this bastard.“There is no need for the surgery.”I whisper the words, but the stillness in the room means they heard me.“Pardon my interruption, but without pheromones-”“Beta women give birth fine.”I counter.“Yes, beta women, not men. The male omega faculties are regulated by their ability to flow and receive pheromones. That is why morning sickness is worse without the child’s father and-” “Fine, fine.”I say, waving my hands in the air.“It’s fine; I will just not keep it, so there is no need to continue with the explanations.”Even as I say the words, my hand still strokes my belly, as if I were talking about a situation that doesn’t concern me.Deathly silence follows my confession.“By ‘it’, you mean…”The doctor prods as
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