THEO's POV.

He stepped closer. Just one step, but it was enough for his scent to fill the space between us completely. My knees weakened, and heat rippled through me.

His gaze softened then, though his voice was low and deep when he finally spoke.

"You're awake."

I swallowed hard, the sound barely audible. "I... I didn't mean to intrude."

His lips curved slightly, not quite a smile, more like a thought he refused to say out loud.

"You're safe here," he said, his tone rough around the edges. "Rest. No one will touch you."

No one but you, I wanted to say that but the words never left my mouth.

He turned slightly, the movement slow, his presence lingering even as he walked away. Every part of me felt alive. My skin burned, my heart beat faster, my wolf still whispering from somewhere deep inside: HIM. I WANT HIM.

I pressed my hand against my chest, half afraid the sound of my heartbeat would give me away. But my body moved.

I reached out to him and grabbed his left hand, pulling him to face me. His lips opened slightly as my eyes scanned his red lips.

It was very, very irresistible.

I tiptoed my feet, meeting up with his gaze locked on mine. My heart pounded. His warm breath brushed my face, and before I could think, I pressed my lips against his.

The world stopped.

For a moment, there was no sound-no wind, no heartbeat, not even the faint echo of dripping water anymore. His lips were firm but hesitant, and I felt the faintest tremor in them, like even he hadn't expected to be touched.

My fingers curled around his wrist, and something pulsed beneath his skin. Power. Heat. It slipped into me like a spark through dry wood. My chest tightened. The air thickened between us.

I should've pulled away. I should've been afraid. But I wasn't. Instead, I felt... alive.

Fiercely, heat rushed through my veins, searing in its intensity. My knees gave way slightly, and I pressed closer, clinging to him for balance, as if he were the only thing keeping me from burning apart.

It was as if I could hear two heartbeats now-his and mine-beating in sync.

Then came a low hum, almost a growl, rippling beneath my ribs. My breath hitched. My skin prickled as if invisible claws were dragging down my spine. I broke the kiss and gasped, stumbling back, one hand clutching my chest, the other reaching for air.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice filled with concern.

My eyes fluttered wide open, and for an instant, the room seemed to pulse with light. My reflection in the glass frame flickered. My eyes glowed faintly as my pupils narrowed to something not human.

A deep, primal vibration that didn't belong to me escaped my throat.

"Is that your Wolf?" He asked, stepping closer.

My Wolf?

The one I was never supposed to have.

My body trembled as the echo of that growl filled the room, ancient and unfamiliar, rising from within me. The scent from the man-his power, his heat-seemed to call it out even louder.

And in that breathless, burning second, I knew with terrifying clarity: I was no longer alone inside myself. I now had a Wolf.

"MATE! I WANT HIM. I WANT THE ALPHA."

Alpha?

This man is an Alpha?

I rolled my eyes to his side. My veins got filled with something different, pulsing. I lunged at him but he staggered backward. I followed in a hot chase till his leg hit the bed I stood from. He fell onto it and I followed.

"What are you doing?" He asked as my body came in contact with it, my skin burning more.

"I want you," I growled.

"It's not even the mating season yet. It's your Wolf. Control it." He said, his voice still gentle.

Why was he being gentle? I hate it. I hate him!

"I want you." I groaned, then I pressed my lips against his.

I expected him to struggle. To fight. To insist that he wasn't interested, but he remained calm as I claimed his lower lip. He tasted so sweet, addictive as wine that I had stolen from my father's room.

I pushed my tongue into his mouth. He moaned, his hands reaching for my back. It ignited a different level of desire in me.

I've actually had sex with men. Just twice. And they were palace guards. A secret no one must know of. But they just saw me as a tool to satisfy their desire.

I released my mouth from his with a loud pop, earning a groan from him. My eyes caught his fresh neck and I bit down on it. He cried, his nails digging into my flesh.

I moaned, the pain mixing with the pleasure building up inside me. My whole body pulsed with need, clenching effortlessly. My legs moved, settling in between his legs and I felt a hard rock graze my skin.

My body trembled as I continued to bite down on his neck. Slowly, I trailed my tongue lower, biting him on his chest and abs.

I stopped a little, circling my tongue on his abs. He arched his back, his hands gripping my hair. "Ahhh... Yes."

I slid down, just like the guards had done for me. My Wolf stirred again, igniting another heat inside me. My body shook tremendously as I reached for his towel.

In a swift pull, I tugged it away. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open as he breathed heavily. "We shouldn't be doing this."

My gaze fell on his cock. It was long, almost as long as my forearm. The reddish head of his cock pointed at me, dripping with some liquid. My eyes zoomed carefully at the width of cock, it wouldn't fit into my mouth.

My Wolf whimpered. My tongue slowly slid over my lower lip.

It was like he spoke into the air as I turned my deaf ears to his words. My left hand grabbed his cock and I began to lower my head wanting a taste of the beautiful length

GREGORY's POV

This Omega's eyes widened as they met mine, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. There was nothing innocent about that gaze, as if I had met him in the field. It stripped me bare, not of my body, but of every layer of control I had built over the years.

I looked away first. I, an Alpha who had faced wars, blood, and betrayal. Yet somehow, I couldn't face the way he looked at my cock. Like he saw through every scar and found something still alive beneath.

He moved closer, and the faint brush of his fingers against the tip of my cock sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn't desire that scared me, it was the depth of it.

My pulse roared as his scent filled every corner of my head. The air grew thicker, pulsing between us like a heartbeat.

I tried to tell myself it was nothing. Just a trick of the senses. But my wolf disagreed vehemently. It rose within me with a growl that shook through my chest.

His breath fanned my cock.

My hands trembled slightly at my sides, and I swallowed hard, forcing the beast inside me back into its cage. I don't want this. I don't want to claim anyone.

Even when I know it was his Wolf's instinct pushing him into action.

And yet, when he tilted his face up, his eyes glassy with something I couldn't name, the scent of longing filled my nose like a storm. My control slipped further.

His hand wrapped around the base of my cock.

My hands shot out to stop him but it was too late. His lips brushed the tip of my cock and it sent my hand hanging in the air.

His mouth. It was warm. Tight. Different from the others that I have had.

I moaned as my Wolf stirred hungrily. It's been years. Years of abstinence from whatever was called sex. Even my precious hands didn't do anything as I believed that side of me was dead.

His mouth slowly enclosed the tip of my cock. My head fell backward as my hip jerked forward, pressing my cock further into his mouth.

He coughed, my cock touching the base of his mouth.

My hands trembled before I pulled out of his mouth, his teeth grazing my cock. The pain was sharp. I couldn't move far before he launched back at me, pinning me under him as he sat directly on my hard length.

"We shouldn't be doing this. You are ill." I said gently, hoping he would get back into his senses. His heat needs to calm.

"And what if my body wants it?" That was the question he asked me before his lips crashed against mine again.

This time around, I didn't resist. This was mutual. My Wolf stirred, not too aggressive this time. It was pleased.

We kiss, our tongues diving in and out of each other aggressively, desire closing our senses. He tugged at my neck as his tongue dived deeper, the heat in his body making me writhe underneath me.

Omegas. A male one. Who knew he would be so adorable and pleasuring? I've never had one. Well, they are rare.

"Have you ever had a male Omega?" He asked, breaking the kiss.

"No. You will be my first." I replied.

"And the last?" He questioned, his eyes finding something different in my answer.

"I don't know," I said, truthfully. I placed a hand on his chest, in an attempt to push him away, but he moved before I did. "Where are you from?"

"Why don't you have a taste of this Omega before knowing its roots?" He waggled an eyebrow, his boldness daring all of a sudden.

I raised a questioning eyebrow. War was ahead. I shouldn't be so careless. Not with an Omega I knew nothing of. Not by having unnecessary desires but still I can't stop myself.

His gaze held me in place as he started removing his clothes bit by bit until he was completely bare. I breathed deeply and swallowed hard.

"Do you love what you see?" He asked, lying back on me.

I've never been this submissive to anyone. I always took what I wanted but why do I feel so free and effortlessly careful around him?

He fell slowly beside me, pulling me along till I was above him. His hands wrapped around my neck, dragging me almost into his face. I gasped.

"Alpha, I've made my hole tighter for you. I want you fully immersed inside me." His voice came out soft, reverberating through my ears as he released his tiny legs around my waist, opening them wider.

"Since my eyes fell on you, I couldn't stop twitching for you. And I don't know how long it will keep pulsing for you to be buried inside." He whispered into my right ear, his breath sending a jolt of hotness down my spine.

"Hmmm," I growled, rolling my eyes.

His fingers grazed my chin. I moaned. He pulled my head lower and my gaze landed on the prettiest dripping reddish tight hole I've ever seen in my goddamn life.

My Wolf groaned, stirring as heat consumed me.

I slid lower, my face almost in between his legs.

"Yes, Alpha. I want you." He winced, his nails digging into my biceps.

I dragged my tongue across my lower lip. I inhaled deeply, his scent filling my nostrils, and I tightened my thighs, pressing my rock-hard cock between.

"Daddy, devour me already." His hand grabbed my head, lowered it, pressing my tongue against his clenching hole.

Now, there is no stopping. All I have left to do is to take him and breed him so deeply that he would beg not to leave my clutches ever again.

My tongue slid across the surface of his hole. He moaned. I stopped, a knowing smirk on my face.

"Please, lick my hole again. Your tongue feels so good around it." He begged, his tone pleasing my ears.

"I won't just lick your hole. I will bite it. Nib on it. And make your Wolf regret ever coming out because of me." I growled, inviting my right finger to the surface of his hole.

"Yes..." he winced.

"No," I said. "You must beg me saying 'I'm ready to be pleased by you, Daddy Alpha."

He didn't say anything. He just remained there. His Wolf was no longer in heat. But he had said he wanted to be in heat. So I will put him in heat.

I pressed the tip of my pinky finger into his clenched fist and he moaned shamelessly into the air, arching his back.

"Will you beg now?" I asked, directing my finger upward.

"Yes... I'm ready to be pleased by you, Daddy Alpha." He pleaded and pushed his ass into my face. My tongue slid out, slowly slipping into his dripping hole.

Kumar's Pov

The numbers looked at me, bleeding across the desk in that nasty red colored ink that makes your stomach turn. Seriously, I've never hated ink so much. Gujral Industries, my dad's company, my inheritance, the only freaking reason to get out of bed in the morning was going down right in front of me, and I'm basically gluing together the cracks with duck-tapes

Investors? They were all gone. They'd just hung up, one by one, all those clipped "thanks" and fake "we will get back to you" messages.

I just sat there, staring at the black rectangular table in the dead meeting room, listening to nothing but silence.

Yeah, they were all out. Every last one of the shareholders.

And of course, the press swam in the news of my downfall. Like, vultures they were. "Gujral Industries Faces Collapse." "Kumar Gujral Fails to Deliver." "From Powerhouse to Liability." Great. Just what I needed. I couldn't even scroll through the finance section on social media without seeing my own train wreck.

I wanted to just end it all, the noise, the headlines, and then there's the guilt I keep feeling in my heart, because to be for real, I did this.

Or, well, maybe I undid it.

Then there was a knock at the door. Soft, but precise. It was from Priya, my assistant, who poked her head in.

"Sir, he's here."

I already knew.

"He?" I asked, but c'mon. Like I already didn't know.

"Victor Flair," she said, "He came in early."

That was expected of him, of course. Flair probably plans his bathroom breaks with a stopwatch.

I stood up, yanked my tie a little tighter, tried to look more like a "CEO" than "guy who's about to cry into his whiskey." My reflection in the glass said otherwise: I had dark circles, just the sight of me tells you that I've been through the most, and man, I looked rough.

Victor Flair didn't wait for an invitation, he just strolled in, owning the place already. Seriously, this guy's presence could fill a stadium. He was wearing a black suit, it was crisp as hell, and his shoes were probably worth more than my first car. He even smelled rich, like cedar and, I dunno, and his confidence was smelling.

"Kumar," he said, he sounded so confident like he knew what he was here for.

"Two years," I answered. "Since Singapore. Tech Expo."

He nodded and sat down as if it were his office. He glanced over at my desk, which had a whiskey glass, papers, a mess, and you could see the subtle judgments in his eyes.

"Business has been... challenging," he said, folding his hands like some Bond villain about to make an offer I can't refuse.

I snorted. "If you're here to gloat, Victor, don't bother."

He just smiled. "Not at all. Actually, I have a way out for you."

I looked up. "Go on."

He slid a folder across the desk. "A Merger. Flair Tech and Gujral Industries."

I blinked. Wait, what? Flair, Mr. Lone Wolf, talking about a partnership? The guy's MO is basically eat-or-be-eaten.

"Why?" I asked back, squinting to see if I would see any hidden expressions on his face. "Because I know you don't merge, you simply take over."

He smirked. "That's true. But then your company needs cash while I need your Mumbai facilities. It's a win-win situation."

"Win-win." I couldn't help repeating it, I was filled with doubt. "You mean you get all my stuff for pennies?"

He didn't even bother denying it. Typical. Victor doesn't lie, he just twists the truth.

I glanced through the folder. All neat, all perfect. Forecasts, contracts, escape hatches sewn shut. Guy must've done his homework in his sleep.

But something felt off. Too perfect.

"What's the catch?" I asked.

He smiled, "Always straight to business, Kumar. I respect that."

"That's not an answer."

He leaned back against the chair, fondling his fingers. "It's just one condition. Before we sign, I need to know you're not chaos in a suit. So... you'll live with me. One week."

I just stared. "You're kidding."

"I don't joke about business."

A laugh escaped my mouth, I was in disbelief, also a part of my panic. "You want me to move in? What is this, college?"

He didn't blink. "Call it a compatibility test. I need an order. Discipline. If you're impulsive, I need to see it. A week together should do."

I looked at him like he'd lost it. But the scariest part? He was dead serious.

"This is nuts," I said, pushing the file back at him. "If you think I'm...."

He cut in, straight to the point "You're out of time, Kumar. In a month, your accounts freeze. Your people leave. Gujral becomes a footnote."

My jaw tightened because deep down I knew he wasn't wrong.

He stood up, buttoned his jacket, and always looked so put together. "Two choices: drown with your pride and bankruptcy, or swim with me."

And with that, he left. The room felt a whole lot colder.

Man, the silence? It made my office unbearable. My brain wouldn't shut up, kept putting out the worst scenarios, most especially the red flags. Still, under all that panic, there was this weird feeling I had. Curiosity, you know? The kind you hate yourself for.

Because now I was wondering why Victor Flair was even bothering with me? Why roll out the red carpet and keep me in his line of sight? What did he get out of it, besides, I dunno, a new toy piece to mess with?

Priya came back in, barely making a sound. "Sir, should I let the legal team take a look at the merger contract?"

I just glanced at the folder she opened in front of me on the desk. His signature, looked so perfect, you just know the owner is so damn sure of himself.

My hand? Shaky as hell as I grabbed the pen.

One week. That's all he'd given me. Just seven days.

My pride was screaming at me to toss this thing in the trash, but yeah... my family's company couldn't afford that kind of pride. Not now.

I put my name down next to his anyway.

The ink bled a little, like it knew this was permanent.

Leaning back, it all crashed over me at once. I'd just signed up to move in with Victor Flair. The guy's basically the Iceman of Silicon Valley, could wipe me off the map without lifting his fingers.

But then I was curious, aside from saving my company I really want to know what this was.

Because if Victor Flair thought he could break me?

He was about to learn I don't crack that easily.