THE FATED OMEGA MATE

Chapter 5:Elias

It had been a month since I started working as Damian’s assistant.

A month after the accident at the bar, the one was born of my sudden, uncontrollable heat. A month later, he carried me home and then spat his disgust at me the next morning. After that, it was as if nothing had happened between us. He didn’t mention it, didn’t look at me differently, didn’t acknowledge anything at all. And maybe that was fine. I couldn’t blame him. Damian had always made it clear he disliked Omegas.

So I did what I knew best. I devoted myself to work. To follow orders. To stay professional.

Now, my latest assignment was strange even for him. He had sent me on what could only be described as a date with the blonde woman from before, Maria. The same woman he had flirted with only weeks ago. The meeting was meant to tie up business matters between them, smoothing contracts and ensuring no disputes lingered. I handled it all, kept it tidy, kept it professional.

On my way back to his office, papers tucked neatly under my arm, I braced myself.

But I hadn’t expected the door to be shut. I hadn’t expected to wait outside it for nearly an hour. And I definitely hadn’t expected to collide with someone when I turned away in frustration.

The smell hit me first. Familiar, heady, unmistakable. I covered my nose instinctively, though it was too late.

Damian.

“What happened here?” His voice was sharp, filled with authority, as he leaned casually against the doorframe. “What the hell is that smell?”

I opened my eyes, my heart sinking. I wasn’t mistaken. It was him. His pheromones filled the air like fire, pressing against my senses.

“Why do you look like that?” Damian asked again, his gaze pinning me in place.

I forced myself to stand straighter, falling back into the safety of my report. “Miss Maria, AKA the blonde girl, signed the contract. The issue of compensation has been resolved. The other side has also accepted a future position regarding relations between both parties. The contract was finalized after the event to avoid unnecessary disputes in the future. I...”

“Enough.” His voice cut through mine like a blade. “Is that all I need to know? Or do you think I am curious about that s**t?” His expression was cold, unreadable.

I lowered my gaze. “No, sir.”

But I still answered the question, because it was my job. “It is my duty to report, is it not?”

He gave a sharp exhale. “I know. But stop reporting such trifling matters to me.”

“Yes, sir. My apologies if I upset you.” I shifted, clutching the papers tighter. “By the way, sir, the meeting is about to begin. Don’t worry, the documents have been distributed already. We are simply waiting for you to take your place.”

I opened the door for him, and we walked down the hall in silence.

Halfway there, he stopped suddenly, turning toward me with a scowl. “What?”

“Nothing, sir. Please continue ahead. The meeting is urgent.” I kept my tone calm.

But he didn’t move. His gaze sharpened, his voice biting. “With that f*****g look? Do you think you can embarrass me like that?”

The words struck, though I shouldn’t have been surprised. He always said things like this. Always cut me down. Still, my chest tightened as I finally faced him directly.

“How,” I asked quietly, “can my appearance be a disgrace to you?”

He didn’t answer. His jaw clenched, his face twisted with suppressed anger, but no words came. Finally, he turned away and strode toward the meeting room without another glance.

I followed, as always.

But as we walked, the air shifted. Strange pheromones drifted around us, sharp and invasive. They coiled in my chest, crawled under my skin, made my knees weaken. Sweat prickled along my back as the dizziness returned, gnawing at my composure.

Not again.

We walked into the meeting room and I closed the door behind me.

“Long time no see, Elias Mercer.”

I turned toward the speaker and froze. The strange pheromones clouding the hall, sweet and sharp, were coming from him.

“Hello, Mr Kingsley,” I said with a polite smile, bowing slightly. I didn’t know him well yet, only that he was one of Damian’s friends. Another Alpha. But unlike Damian, this one was said to be fond of Omegas.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I told you to call me Adrian.” His voice was smooth, teasing, as he closed the distance between us.

Instinct made me step back. The surprise flickered briefly across his face, but I couldn’t stop myself. My skin crawled at the strength of his pheromones, and worse, I could feel Damian’s eyes burning into me. He was watching, his face hard, unreadable. Too serious.

Adrian seemed to notice. He turned to Damian with a grin and said, “You know, Damian, this guy is exactly my type.”

Damian didn’t react, at least not outwardly. He might as well have been a statue.

Adrian pressed again, louder this time. “What do you say, Elias? Would you like to be my Omega?” He winked, his smile wicked and playful, as if this was nothing more than a game.

The audacity of it flirting with me right in front of my boss left me frozen for a second. But then the answer came easily.

“I’m sorry, sir. But I refuse.”

Both men looked at me then, one in surprise, the other in silent judgment. They were handsome, both of them in their own ways, but standing between two powerful Alphas made my body shudder with unease.

Damian finally moved. His lips curved into something cold, his voice sharp as he spoke for the first time. “I have always thought you had. unique taste, Adrian. But I was wrong.” His gaze slid toward me, a glare so sharp I had to lower my eyes.

Adrian frowned, confusion flickering across his face. Before he could speak, Damian added, “You know what? You are probably the first and the last Alpha who would ever want to hook up with this f*****g Omega.”

The words stung more than I wanted to admit. I dropped my gaze completely, refusing to let Damian see the hurt in my eyes.

“What are you talking about?” Adrian’s tone hardened as he turned toward Damian. “You know I have slept with Omegas before. Elias isn’t one of the ordinary ones. That’s why he’s my type. Why do you keep acting like Omegas are beneath you?”

“You know the reason,” Damian replied flatly. His voice carried an edge of disdain, his jaw tight. "Whether he’s a man or not, in the end he’s still an Omega. I’m not interested in them.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, my hands tightening around the folder I carried.

Adrian tilted his head, smiling faintly, though his words carried weight. “That’s where you’re wrong. Omegas aren’t ordinary, Damian. They’re different. Powerful in their own way.” His gaze flicked toward me, lingering longer than it should. “And you mean to tell me you wouldn’t even be tempted by a man Omega in heat? Would you give up one of the greatest pleasures an Alpha could ever experience?”

Heat rose to my cheeks at his brazenness. I wanted to disappear, but neither of them seemed to remember I was still standing there.

Damian’s lip curled in disgust. “Stop, Adrian. You are making me sick.” He said with such venom that it stung even me. “I don’t need that kind of fun. Just thinking about it is revolting.”

The room fell into silence after that. Adrian’s easy smile faded, his eyes narrowing, while Damian’s glare returned to me as if I were somehow the cause of this exchange.

And me? I stood rooted in place, feeling smaller than ever, fighting not to let my trembling show.