"No."The rejection is as cold and final as the car draws to a halt at the building’s entrance.It rings so coldly that my ears begin to burn.Without another word, explanation or justification, the car door swings open, and the chauffeur turns to me expectantly."I have a meeting elsewhere. You can leave first."Niklaus says without even looking up from the tablet that he had just powered on.Is…is he fucking with me?My face heats up in embarrassment.I grind my teeth to keep myself from asking anything pointless that would reveal more of my desperation, and without another glance to Niklaus, I exit the car hurriedly, my steps too fast to feel natural, and the door slams behind me.My exhale is heavy and sharp as I approach the building.The lobby is a buzz with policemen milling about; despite the low hum of conversations from the crowd, the occasional crackle of a police radio fills the space.“What’s happening?”I ask the person next to me, but they only frown, crinkle their nose
"Is it really necessary to go to a hotel just for me to shower?" I ask irritatedly as Chief Owen stops his car’s engine after parking his car near the main lobby still outside Niklaus’s building.“Don’t you smell that? Are you seriously comfortable having his scent all over you?”“Of course not.” I snap, then sigh.I don’t want to rely on Niklaus at all for the mission.What else can I use besides Mathew- er, I mean Mark’s phone to get a trail?An idea pops into my head.“Then what’s the issue?”The chief asks, but I raise my hand to silence him as the idea gives me renewed energy.“No…I have an idea.” “It’s just a shower, Lucien. If the hotel is the problem, come to my place.”“This isn’t the time for a shower; I think I have a trail!”“What do you mean, ‘this isn’t the time’? I can’t stand that smell on you. Hell, how the fuck are you even putting up with it?”“I’m not, but I need to do this now; what if Mark’s family decides to visit his home now that his death has been announc
The story is set in an omegaverse universe with a contemporary setting. Omegaverse means the population of the world is divided into three species. I. Alpha II. Beta III. Omega The three species hold two more divisions, dominant and recessive. Dominants are the rarest and most desired in each species. Dominant Alphas and Omegas are at the pinnacle of society; even if they are poor at birth, there is a high likelihood they will be adopted into high society. In the case of dominant omegas, they will be adopted as future wives to dominant alphas. Most dominant alphas will be adopted as heirs. The tradition has been there for centuries; hence dominant omegas and alphas almost always come from affluent backgrounds. Recessive Alphas occupy the upper middle class, while recessive omegas are the most socioeconomically disadvantaged; due to their frail bodies and frequent heat periods, they are deemed unsuitable for commercial workplaces; hence, most end up as sex workers. Heat/ rut is
The rain starts as a light drizzle, droplets tapping softly against the empty streets and filling my windscreen with enough moisture that it trickles down like tears.My car is off, otherwise I would have used the wiper rather than stare at the droplets piling up.“I should have bought an umbrella.”I mutter belatedly as I slide out of the car, regretting that I forgot the chief’s words as soon as they were spoken.The light drizzle increases its downpour as I rush from the eerily empty street to the equally run-down apartment complex with the word ‘Blevin’ entirely worn out.The rain sounds heavy against the tin roofing, and despite the stairs being roofed, there are leaks, leading to various puddles.The entire building is in a sorry state, but even so, should it be this unoccupied?Something...is wrong.Even the lights from the neighbours are off.Using the key that had been in his wallet to unlock the door, I make my way into the room that reeks of mold.Endless stacks of newspape
The junkie’s rough hand wraps around my throat in my dazed state, causing stars to burst in my vision as he squeezes.“Tim...time out!”I croak weakly as my knee connects with his stomach, causing him to stumble back as rough coughs assault my throat; this time, rather than zone out, I seize the opportunity and reach for the wrench he dropped, gripping the cold metal tightly.Before I can swing the weapon, a deafening crack splits the air, and blood sprays across my face and the walls as the junkie’s skull is blown apart.The junkie’s body crumples to the floor, but I continue gripping the wrench as a large shadow—most definitely the source of the gunshot looms towards the entrance before a pair of polished shoes steps into my line of sight.Slowly, my gaze travels up the shadow’s frame, past the dark suit pants, the tailored coat, and the gun held loosely in one hand, until I meet cold, unreadable blue eyes.Niklaus.“So…you are you following me now?”I ask as I wipe the blood coatin
I should have showered; hell, I should have even gotten an umbrella. I need to get out of here.The anger simmering in my chest begins to dissolve, replaced by a slow, sinister heat pooling in my lower abdomen, throbbing my cock.Fuck…no.“You'll hurt yourself with this.”Niklaus’s cold voice echoes sweetly in my ears as his fingers curl against the wrench I am holding.Holy fuck, when did he get this close?Cold, large fingers pry the wrench from my fingers, and the sound of it clattering echoes in the distance as he tosses it away from me.His hand cups my chin, forcing me to look up at him.His eyes are golden now; I had no idea the colour could look so dangerous.“I didn’t send someone to attack you, Luci,”Niklaus repeats.“Mark was a supplier of drugs, so I worried that junkies would attack anyone who would invade his territory because they are in denial of his suicide; that’s why I am here, for you.”His hand that cupped my chin wipes the blood from my cheek tenderly, but each
Fuck.My gaze lifts shakily to Niklaus, at the predatory look in his eyes; his words—no, his warning, rocks through my mind:"Try smelling like another alpha again; I dare you…if it takes you tasting my cum at the back of your throat for weeks on end just for you to understand, it will be arranged.”My mouth hangs open, but no words come out.“Hah..”The dry laugh leaves his lips before his hands tighten on my shirt, and the wet fabric twists painfully against my chest before he jerks me forward and hauls me over his broad shoulder in one swift motion.Air rushes from my lungs at the sudden impact as my stomach presses against the hard curve of his shoulder, and my legs dangle helplessly.Niklaus turns to the door, leaving the mess behind.“No…no wait! You’re taking me to the hospital, right…?”My cry reverberates as the fists I used to pound his back dangle aimlessly; none of my joints have any strength left. In fact, this close to him, in my position, I can inhale him more directly
“St- ah…nh…”The words dissolve into a shaky breath as my trembling hands stroke my overstimulated cock. The moisture leaking from the tip is watery, and the once healthy pink flesh is now an angry shade of red. It hurts.I don’t want to rub my cock anymore; it hurts...I don't want to rub it anymore, but I want to cum....I want to cum.My hands curl around the still-hard shaft, the sensitivity making me shudder as a faint cry slips from my lips.“Ack… it hurts…”Despite the raw pain from the vicious friction, pleasure claws its way through my body, washing over me in brief waves, but just as soon as I climax and more watery semen coats my hands, another surge of arousal floods me.“Fuc..k…there is no end to this.”I curse, tears brimming in my eyes.I can’t come from the front again….it hurts so bad.This…being an omega-The car screeches to a sudden halt before the thought forms fully, and the force sends my body sprawling off the seat and landing on the car’s floor.The pain is a
My heart thunders loudly in my chest, the beastly sound serenading my earnest exit.Skipping the elevator, I rush straight for the stairs, taking two at a time until I reach the back door.The bag I left is still there, so I switch out my dark hoodie for a light one in case it's identifiable. As soon as I make the switch, I turn to the door and grab the knob, but unlike the freedom that I envisioned, my hand stings as soon as I hold the knob, causing me to groan and take several steps back."What the hell, why is it hot?"The door swings open with a heavy force before the answer can even form in my mind. Two men in full gear step in, their black rifles raised and aimed directly at me.My breath catches in my throat.Contrary to my instinct to stand still and raise my arms in submission, my legs turn back towards the steps.Niklaus looked up at me. But the angle, he couldn’t have seen me, could he?No, no way, even if he did, I shot immediately, so… fuck.How?My mind races as I calcul
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 pillo
"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 to