"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.

"I guess from how you look at me right now, you thought about me all night."

"I didn't," she replied sharply.

"You didn't..."

He swallowed the remaining space between them. "Should I find out if you did?" he whispered into her ear before dragging her after him.

"Let me go!!!"

"Let me-"

He hauled her into his office, taking off his leather gloves. He tugged off his coat and tossed it onto the nearest table.

"No one should enter!"

His voice rang out, and everyone who followed him paused as the door closed with a loud bang. He folded the sleeves of his shirt and shrugged off his jacket.

Her heart skipped-

Pounding harder and faster as he loomed over her in his full height, his hands resting on his waist.

"Shall I start?" he said, leaning over. One hand went behind her back, gripping the couch. Veins stood out along his arms as he tightened his hold, his gaze fixed on her.

"How could you not miss me after what happened between us last night? Steamy-from that club to the room... and-"

His eyes trailed over her before his hand brushed her pants. "Why did you wear pants today? All your figures out for these hungry alphas to wolf at?" he asked, narrowing his gaze.

"And did you look this good for me?" he continued with a smirk. "A skimpy top that shows off your sexy stomach, with my hickey all over it. Your neck..."

He touched the patches where his hands had strangled her yesterday, sitting prettily like a coil around her throat.

"You didn't even bother to cover it. Did you look this good to entice me and see how much I'd get turned on just by seeing you?"

"I didn't... didn't do this for you."

"Then did you do this to get the alphas to wolf after you? Wanting you while you spread-"

He forced his hand into her pants, and she stiffened.

"...your pheromones like flowers, wanting them to swarm over you like a bee."

She shuddered under her breath. Her body betrayed her again. Her eyes closed as she inhaled, hating the taste of him in the air she breathed.

"See? Your legs are shaking, and you said you didn't miss me."

"S... stop..."

"When you talk like that," he whispered, "when you sound like that, you mean I should stop."

His hand pushed further. "I should stop when you're moving your hips to my touch?"

"Stop owning... owning my body like it's yours-"

"It's mine," he interrupted. "I'm the one who was stupid enough to let you walk free, and that's why you're coming back to me damaged."

He clicked his tongue, disgust briefly creasing his brow, before kissing her cheek and trailing his hand over her jaw. She shifted slowly, trying to avoid the burn of his heat against her skin.

Her white skin slowly turned red-redder than ketchup.

"How many wolves slept with you?" he asked.

"Ahhh..." she moaned before she could stop herself, covering her mouth.

"Answer me."

He pulled her hands away. "How many wolves? Which one took your first time?"

He planted his teeth between her neck and shoulder.

"Ahhh!!!"

She screamed, tears of pleasure slipping from her eyes.

"I want to know the wolf who dared take what was supposed to be mine."

His movements quickened, adding another finger, increasing the pressure until her voice broke.

"Tell me," he said, staring straight into her face. "Who dared take it away from you?"

Her eyes rolled back. She gagged with sensation. He buried his lips into hers, stealing the breath she was losing. She wasn't just shaking-she was wrecked, from her hair down to the tips of her toes. Beads of sweat crawled from every nook and cranny of her body.

"There's an AC in this room," he said, pulling away. "And you're sweating like this."

She shook, saliva clinging to the corners of her mouth, her eyes losing focus and forcing itself to stay steady. 

"Now," he said, squatting in front of her, his heavy frame still clouding her entire presence, "are you ready to talk?"

"What?"

"Which would you prefer to answer?" he asked, still squatting.

"The first person to have you... or whether you missed me."

She swallowed. She was scared of saying one thing wrong. She was scared of the expression he wore on his face, like he was ready for another mischief if she didn't answer him right. 

"What would you do to him if you knew?"

His lips curved. "Why should he live to see the next day?"

He rose, looming over her again. She tried to clutch the fluffy couch, but it offered no grip.

No escape.

"Is he, by any chance, Devon?"

Her eyes shot up immediately.

He caressed her sweaty face with unsettling gentleness. "Tell me-is it that beta I saw?"

Just what doesn't he know? 

How did he know Devon?

He must've known every cranies and cronies in her life. 

She exhaled, fear threading her voice.

"I missed you," she breathed. "I missed you so much."

He paused, then began to laugh-slow, deliberate cackles that sent shivers down her spine.

"I know you did," he said, rising to his full height.

He turned and strolled toward his large table. Carved from dark polished wood, there were neatly stacked files bearing security seals on top of it, a sleek laptop sat closed beside a leather-bound planner, a silver pen aligned perfectly at the edge. A handgun rested within easy reach. Nothing was out of order- she noticed. 

He reached for a brown envelope, pulled out a document, and turned back toward her.

She averted her eyes.

He returned, sat on the couch opposite hers, and tossed the document onto the table.

"Sign it."

"What?"

Her hands trembled as she picked it up. Her eyes skimmed the pages, widening. Her fingers curled around the paper.

She crushed it into a ball and hurled it at him.

"Bastard!!!" she screamed.