"You... you knotted inside of me..." she said as soon as he was done-though still inside of her.

"Don't move, else it would hurt in your stomach," he replied, while her body raged with anger.

This is why she doesn't like these alphas. They always acted like they owned the whole world.

"How dare you knot inside me without my permission when it's my body-"

"Stop talking," he interrupted. "They don't speak to me like that."

She didn't move for another ten minutes as he held her close until he was done knotting. When he pulled away from her and pushed her, she fell to the bed. His rut worn off, a stern look on his face as he glared at her.

She glared back-with so much intensity, so much anger, it felt like it could burn the whole room down.

"If you're concerned because you'd get pregnant with my child, don't worry. Take this..." he said, tossing a packet of something packaged. "It will prevent you from that. I don't want a loose omega like you carrying my child anyway."

She looked at the package, then at him, disdain twisting her expression.

"Up until... I satiated your appetite..."

Wads of dollars fell from his hands to her.

"That will do. Get out."

Like poison. Like she was an object.

How dare she say this Alpha was the best? He's the worst. All the other alphas-at least-they cuddled next to her, treating her like a priceless object till the next day. This one? He had already crossed the room, sitting by the window, smoking, with only his underpants on. No cuddles. No affection. But he fucked her like there was something between them.

She gathered the wad of notes and then her clothes from the floor.

Being a prostitute for alphas for more than five years, she had never been disgusted with herself-not once-until now.

She began to dress.

"My driver will drop you off," he said without even looking at her.

The words-or just his entire being? She wasn't sure what she hated more.

"I'm fine. I can go home by myself."

"My driver will drop you off. I'm not offering."

"And I'm not accepting," she snapped back.

He turned to look at her, disgust heavy in his eyes.

"You don't have an opinion in this."

Her hands fell to her side.

"What? I don't have an opinion in this?" She churned the words between her tongue, still staring at him with hate. So much hate-for his entire beautiful self, his entire large self... except for his dick. That's the only obedient part of his body. The one that wasn't rude or ill-mannered.

"My driver will be here in five."

"I don't want to go with your driver," she gritted angrily and reached into her bag. She pulled out the notes she had already stuffed inside and threw them at him. They scattered in the air before reaching him.

He rose from the seat in anger, crossing the room to reach her.

"How dare you!"

"How dare me?" She hated the tone. She hated the way he spoke to her. "I'm done. Take your money and your stupid self-"

He grabbed her jaw and squeezed tight-angry, feral-pushing her backward while she squirmed in pain. But she didn't back down.

"You must've swallowed so much cum to make you this audacious," he said, glaring.

"What? I should take my money?" He slapped her pussy aggressively, making her squirm. "Look at you-getting turned on again like the bitch you are, and you talk to me like that?"

Was she to hate herself for getting riled up because of him-or hate the human being he is? She couldn't even push him away or stop the pain around her jaw. He was too strong.

Like a rock.

Unmovable.

"You don't question my orders," he said as he let go, and she nearly fell to the floor. "And-" he tossed his card to the floor. "Be there tomorrow."

Her eyes flickered toward the card, anger heavier now than before. She read the letters.

ALPHA PENKING ORGANISATION

Penking?

He's the famous Penking. The one who made all of New York drop to its feet. The one everyone bowed to. The one who didn't have human feelings.

He's that Penking?

"You didn't even know my name and called me Devon," he spat as she still sat crushed on the floor, her eyes flickering over the card again and again.

The Penking who made her father go bankrupt.

The one who ended her father's life right before her eyes ten years ago.

The reason she had to become this-to raise her little brother.

He stooped to her level.

"And you dared call me Devon."

He touched her face again, and this time she flinched away. Tears brimmed at the corners of her eyes, and she clenched the pain away with her fists.

"Just how many wolves-how many-have you opened your legs for?" he said, trailing a finger over her semi-covered body. "Devon," he repeated before scoffing, standing, and turning his back on her again.

"And?" she found herself saying. "That's my job. How's that any of your business?"

She stood.

"I will leave."

She dressed hurriedly, the silence thick, widening the lump in her chest.

"You don't leave until you pick up those dollars you scattered-while crawling on your feet," he commanded as she reached for the doorknob.

She twisted it anyway.

"You won't want to see how I am when I get angry," he said calmly. "I don't shift-but I will devour you whole in this room, and no one would know."

She took in a deep breath.

"Even your brother... he won't know where you went."

She froze.

How did he know her brother?

"Someone is scared," he said, rising and coming toward her.

She didn't talk.

Her mind ran faster than a car on asphalt. Her hands were trembling. There's no way he found out who she was. There's no way he knows. There's no way he knows her brother-Dan. She sucked in a breath as she felt his presence behind her. He stood almost too close.

He reached his hand into her skirt, into her pants, and squeezed the skin of her pussy. She swallowed-pain, pleasure, confusion-overridden quickly by the burn of her pussy in his hand.

"It's already okay that you're broken, but you seem to have forgotten that your father sold you to me before he died." He kissed her neck. "Amelia."

Her legs wobbled.

Oh no.

He knew her.

Her eyes rolled in their sockets, the touch on her flesh getting fiercer after every second.

"It will take me a whole lot to flush out every other guy from your system. It will take me a whole lot not to have any other name slipping off your tongue while I fucked you."

She quivered, her eyes closing, senses blurring.

Meeting him here at the club wasn't a coincidence.

It wasn't deliberate. He may have lied about being in rut too. It was clear he planned it-and she fell for it without knowing, without remembering the face, without etching the face of the man who brought ruin to her family into her skull.

And now she not only bedded him, she had-

"Ugh!!!" She moaned as he stuck his finger into her, thrusting.

"See?" He whispered into her ear, licking all over again, kissing her neck, grabbing her, his hands all over her body, still fucking her with his finger. "You love it when I drive you insane like this."

She shook.

"And now you're making me hard all over again," he whispered as he pulled his ember from his underpants, poking her wet pussy before sliding in.

She fought for balance immediately, collapsing her hands over the door for support, bending, throwing all thoughts to the wind as he rammed into her center-hitting the spot quicker than before.

"Ahh-"

"Ahhhhh-"

"Augh!!"

Her moans came louder each minute he thrust. He raised one of her legs into the air, holding it, shaking her entire core with each movement, their rhythm dangerously overlapping.

Her hair flayed over her shoulders, her breasts bobbing and bouncing until he dropped her leg and gulped them into his large palms. The heat that visited her nipples caused her to still in pleasure, a guttural sound tearing from her throat.

He pressed, teased, tickled her nipples. She collapsed onto his body, and he wrapped his large arms around her frail self, going deeper, breathing over her, his legs holding sturdier to support her weak ones.

She could taste him on her breath.

She could taste him in her mind.

Then-like a shooting star-she screamed from her lungs as she felt herself coming. He lifted her into his arms. She hugged him, her legs around his waist, his hands under her butt cheeks, grabbing, squeezing.

"Let's... stop..." she whispered.

"Stop?" he said, already into her again, hitting her harder than before.

She bounced on top of him, meeting his hard ember with more ferocity than the first. She gripped tighter.

She was tired of pleasure. She was tired of how it made her feel. But it didn't stop her from reaching heaven again, senses gone, until-

"Ughhhh!!" tore from his throat.

He finished and held onto her for more than a few seconds.

"Omegas are bitches, but you..." he whispered. "You disgust me more."

He dropped her, and she fell to the floor, legs still quaking, her heart beating fast, tears burning at the corners of her eyes.

"All of you-always slaves to pleasure." He clicked his tongue. "I thought I heard wrong when they told me you fucked men at clubs, but now it's true. That little bitch I waited ten years to grow is a prostitute."

She clenched on the floor.

"You could imagine my anger, Amelia. Your body-we need to do something about it."

A knock came on the door.

"Your driver," he said. "Here to take you home."

She shouldn't cry. She began to wear her dress, her whole self deflating more than she thought possible.

"Remember to crawl on the floor and get those notes. Now."

"I-"

"That's if you want to get home and meet your brother."

She restrained whatever she wanted to say. She went down on her knees, crawling between his legs, picking up the notes one after another, her hands trembling with anger while he watched.

"Now you look like the bitch you are," he said with a smirk, lighting another smoke. "You turn me on again when you crawl like that."

She gritted her teeth, picking up the last note.

"Stay like that," his voice came again. "Don't move. I want to watch you on all fours for another second-memorize every bit of you before you stand."

She stilled.

Biting down the words that crawled to her throat.

She would kill him. She prayed it inside her bones. She would be the one to take his life. She had been planning it day and night for ten years.

He was behind her, squatting down.

"The back of your skirt is soaked from all those cums. It's begging me for more again," he said, kissing her butt fondly before placing both palms on the skirt and shredding it from her waist to her thighs.

Her butt was bare again, shining under the light.

He kissed her butthole, sniffing.

"Smells good. At least you smell good."

His eyes caught the waist beads around her waist.

"Who put these on you?"

"Why do you ask?" she managed, feeling the blow of air into her anus driving her mad again.

He hooked his fingers into the beads, rolling them over his fingertips before tearing them off. The beads scattered across the floor.

She froze.

"No!!" she screamed, turning over, her eyes following each bead as it rolled away.

"How dare you-"

He hushed her with a kiss.

"I own you. I'm allowed to do anything I want with you."

"I own every bit of you."

She knocked him over to the floor and dug her hands into his neck, squeezing.

"Hahahahahaha..."

Laughter tore from his throat.

She was still trembling, squeezing the cackling throat shaking from laughter.

"Is that all the strength you have inside your small, pleasurable, bitchy body?" he said, looking at her with slight amusement. "You're going to squeeze with this weak grip?" He continued, mockingly. "I've never seen anyone get strangled before with this weak grip of yours. Let me teach you."

He threw her over quickly, hovering above her, his hands suddenly going around her throat. One squeeze-and her eyes reddened.

Choking, she tried not to gasp for breath, but her legs shook violently. She tried to pull his hands away, but he pinned them above her head.

"This is how you squeeze someone if you mean to kill them," he said, not letting go.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when his grip loosened. Air and shock tore through her body. She coughed violently, too weak to get up.

This time, she broke down into soft sobs.

All her carefully curated life for the past ten years-after she lost her father-came crashing down because of this one man invading her entire space tonight.

This body...

This body of hers...

Finally, it brought her ruin-just like her father spat out with pity the day he died.

I wish you were born even as a beta, my princess, her father had said, regret clouding his eyes. Life will be too cruel to you because of your body... your face...

"Wear your clothes. Are you going to lie there all night?" his voice snapped into her ears.

She gathered herself onto her feet, pulling on her skirt while dragging herself toward the door.

"Remember tomorrow. I don't want to find you."

See him tomorrow, my foot, she cursed. She would never see him again-until the day she cut his head from his neck.

But she nodded obediently and stepped out.

She had no chance to crash out after the door closed behind her. The driver was already waiting. He led her through the entrance, and she trudged behind him, her legs throbbing, her heart pounding.

The cold night hit her skin as she stepped outside. She entered the car, and it drove her home.

She burst into her house.

"Dan!!" she called, searching every corner, panic climbing with each empty space. She ran out, knocking on neighbors' doors.

"I-I can't find... I can't find my brother," she trembled to Devon when he stepped out of his room. He was a beta-the one who lived closest to her.

"What do you mean you can't find Dan?"

No.

No!!!

Nothing must happen to Dan.

Her phone beeped.

In case you're looking for your brother, he's with me. I wanted to make sure you see me tomorrow.

Him.

Alpha Penking.

The phone rang. She stared at it, clenching her jaw.

"Take your call," Devon said gently.

Take your call, another message came. Your brother's life seems to depend on it.

"Why are you doing this to me?!" she screamed into the phone when she finally answered. "Why?!"

"I don't like when you yell at me."

Her lips quivered. Her hands shook around the phone.

"Freshen up and sleep. Show up tomorrow. I won't ask you again."

The call ended.

"Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck that bastard!!!" She nearly flung her phone, but Devon caught her arm.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly. "Can you try calming down?"

"Calming down?" She shoved him. "What do you know? You look at me disgustingly every time. Oh yeah-I'm an omega who takes dumps from alphas, isn't it? Fuck off!!"

Her rage spilled everywhere.

"Amelia, what's going on?" Devon followed her.

She turned sharply. "Asking me what's going on like you don't smell rotten sex on me." Her voice shook. "I know betas can't smell pheromones, but the reek of sex-isn't it on me?"

"Amelia-"

"Get out!!!" She shoved him until he stepped outside. She slammed the door, sliding down against it as her strength gave out.

Perfect life.

Perfect control-for ten years.

Ruined by a single night.

With the beast.

She entered the Penking Organization the next morning, sliding hurriedly through hallways until she was stopped.

"I'm here to see your boss."

"And who are you, apart from the scent coming off you?" the alpha demanded, eyes roaming her body with open lust.

"I need to see your boss," she repeated.

He lifted her jaw. "You're a beautiful one-"

A gunshot echoed.

The alpha dropped lifelessly to the floor.

Her legs locked. Her eyes widened as she followed the sound.

He stood there.

Dressed in black from head to toe-tailored coat resting perfectly on broad shoulders, dark trousers pressed sharp, leather gloves still smoking faintly from the gunshot. His hair was neatly slicked back, his face calm, cold, untouched by emotion. Power clung to him like a second skin.

"You came..."

"Where is my brother?"

"First thing to ask your owner," he said, crossing the room with a line of betas and a few alphas behind him. "When you meet him."

"I didn't-"

"Did you miss me?" he interrupted, stopping inches from her, releasing his pheromones into the air. "Did you?"

Her senses reeled as her nose recognized his pheromones. Hate bloomed in her chest.

"Well, I missed you, Amelia," he said quietly. "I missed how I pounded you all night till you went insane."

She gasped.