All Chapters of The Dominant Alpha's Perfect Obsession with his Janitor: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The door swings open again, cutting through the silence that towered at Charles’ cold mention of ‘omega’. A server entered, balancing trays of food and a bottle of expensive top-shelf champagne that I had only had once in Chief Owen’s study. Maybe Charles isn’t a poor Alpha, but some spoiled rich kid based on how comfortable our stay here has been so far; that complicates things. Should I run now?Immediately the thought forms, my eyes turn to the door that remained ajar after the server entered, and a sickeningly familiar shadow flickers past—Niklaus?Am I hallucinating?Shaking my head to clear my drug-muddled mind, more men dressed in suits walk past the door before the door seals shut.So, did I see Niklaus or not?Fuck, my reflexes are shot, I should have run then.“I think I saw-”I begin, but Charles’ predatory gaze shatters my steady attempt at making a smooth escape. Unlike my body, which feels numb to any feeling of urgency, his eyes are squinted, screaming his suspicion, a

The hallway tilts as I stagger forward, the world shifting unnaturally under my feet, but as if my state does not concern him, Niklaus only looks at me as my hand reaches for the wall for support.I never want him to see me like this; I shouldn’t show weakness in front of the man who shot me; it doesn’t help that he is holding a gun now.My heartbeat still feels fast, and I can still feel the lingering effects of that bastard’s pheromones heating my skin each time the frayed nerves in my body so much as register my breathing. “They were innocent, you crazy-!”The harsh words I want to spill die in my throat at the look on his face.The drug is definitely fading from my system, but for some reason, my heartbeat feels faster than when I was pinned under that alpha bastard.I can still feel my fingers clenching around my gun, but the sense of security it offered before was gone. Unlike Charles and What’shisname, Niklaus is trained.Taking a staggering step away from him, my gaze turns t

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

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

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