Possessive Husband 4: PondPhuwin

Phuwin adjusted his tie, exhaling softly as he stepped into the grand ballroom of the Pipattranon estate. Tonight was supposed to be a simple business gathering—an event where families of high status exchanged pleasantries, discussed investments, and flaunted their wealth. But as he scanned the room, he immediately sensed something was wrong. His parents had been acting strange all day, whispering behind closed doors, watching him like hawks. And now, as he entered, all eyes turned to him. "Phuwin, darling, come here," his mother called, her smile too forced to be genuine. He hesitated before walking toward his family, where his father stood beside another man—tall, sharp, exuding an aura of power that made the air feel heavier. Pond Naravit. Phuwin had heard of him. A ruthless Alpha, known for his aggressive business tactics and cold personality. Their families had worked together for years, but why was he here tonight? "Phuwin," his father began, his voice steady, "we've arranged something important for you. You and Pond will be engaged." The words sent a chill down his spine. Phuwin's breath caught, his heart pounding. "What?" Pond stepped forward, eyes locked onto his. There was no warmth, only ownership, as if he had already decided that Phuwin belonged to him. "It's simple," Pond said, his voice deep and unwavering. "Your family needs financial security, and I need a suitable Omega by my side. This is a win-win situation." Phuwin clenched his fists. "I never agreed to this." Pond smirked, tilting his head slightly. "You didn't have to." Phuwin turned to his father in disbelief. "You’re forcing me into this?" "It's for your own good," his father said sternly. "Pond is a powerful Alpha. He will protect you, and our families will thrive together." Phuwin's throat tightened. His entire life, he had fought to be independent, to escape the suffocating expectations placed on him as an Omega. And now, they wanted to sell him off like some business asset? Pond took another step closer, his voice low but firm. "You can resist all you want, Phuwin, but in the end, you will be mine." Phuwin met his gaze, fire burning in his chest. "We’ll see about that." But as he stormed out of the ballroom, he couldn’t shake the sinking feeling in his stomach—because something told him that Pond always got what he wanted. And this time, what he wanted was him. --- To be continued...