One Night Stand With The Enemy Alpha

You're in heat

I couldn't believe my luck—or rather, my utter lack of it. The day had started with the familiar weight of depression pressing down on me like a lead blanket. No job prospects, no escape from the endless cycle of rejections and self-doubt. Mira had tried to comfort me earlier, but alone in her apartment, I replayed everything: the failed interviews, the mounting bills, and worst of all, the tangled mess with Damian and his family. How had my life spiraled into this?

The phone's shrill ring shattered my thoughts. An unknown number. My heart skipped a beat as I answered, wondering who it could be.

“Hello?”

"Lena, I need to see you. We have to talk." I flinched at the deep voice I'd heard yesterday.

Panic surged through me. Had Damian found out about my father? I hung up without a word, my hands trembling. The phone rang again, but I ignored it, letting it vibrate until it stopped.

After a few more persistent calls, it went silent. I sank onto the couch, nerves frayed. I had to end this. The less I saw Damian, the better—for me, for my father, for everyone. He was searching for me relentlessly, but I couldn't let it continue.

First things first: find a job and get a place far away.

Determined, I grabbed my resume and headed out for an interview at a high-end restaurant downtown. I was well-qualified—top of my class in cuLenary management, years of experience in hospitality—if not for the fact that I'm an Omega. But this had to work, right? Working in a hotel had paid well before, but anything was better than being found out. As I stepped onto the street, a man suddenly blocked my path.

He was nondescript, average height, wearing a plain jacket. I frowned, stepping back instinctively. Without a word, he thrust a small packet into my hands and bolted, vanishing into the crowd.

"Hey!" I called, but he was gone. The packet felt heavy. Before I could peek inside, my phone buzzed again with another unknown number.

Is it Damian again? But what if it's from the restaurant? With doubt gnawing at me, I slowly picked it up. “Hello?”

“Lena, how are you doing?”

I closed my eyes in anger. It was Damian's cousin, that cunning opportunist who'd dragged me into her schemes before. Valerie's voice was smooth, almost mocking.

"Lena, are you ready to help me out?" she purred through the line.

I gritted my teeth. "No, I'm not. I told you last time, I'll never help you."

She sighed dramatically, like I was the unreasonable one. "Oh, come on, Lena. Don't be like that. You know how these family things go. Fine, but you'll have to return the money then. I'll send someone; just hand the packet back. Can't have loose ends dangling."

She hung up before I could protest. Helplessness washed over me as I stuffed the packet into my bag. I'd give it back later—I couldn't risk her accusing me of theft.

The restaurant loomed ahead, elegant and intimidating, all glass and chrome under the city lights. The receptionist led me inside. "The boss will interview you personally," she said with a polite smile.

I nodded, smoothing my skirt nervously. Minutes later, she called me in.

The office was minimalist: a dark wood desk, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the skyline. But when I saw the person behind the desk, my world tilted.

Damian Whitemore, smirking like he'd won some game I didn't know we were playing.

The receptionist left, closing the door with a soft click. I froze, my blood turning to ice. How? Of all the places... I cursed myself internally. I should have researched the restaurant. The Whitemore group owned half the city's hotels and eateries; it was a glaring oversight.

Was this coincidence, or had he orchestrated it? Damian's eyes gleamed with amusement as he gestured to the chair. "Sit. I didn't expect we'd meet so soon, but here we are."

I hesitated, my mind screaming to run, but it was too late. My legs felt like jelly as I sank into the seat, clutching my bag like a lifeline. He didn't speak for what felt like an eternity, just studied me with that piercing gaze. No interview questions about my experience or skills.

Instead, he leaned back, steepling his fingers. "Have you spoken to my cousin recently? Valerie?"

My eyes widened. How did he know? Panic clawed at my throat. If he thought I'd been involved in whatever shady dealings Valerie was into, it could ruin everything.

"No," I lied, shaking my head firmly. "I h-haven't."

His expression darkened, making me flinch. He leaned forward, and suddenly, the air thickened. Angry pheromones rolled off him in waves. The sharp, dominant alpha scent made my chest tighten. Breathing became a struggle, like I was inhaling smoke.

"So, you haven't talked to her?" he asked again, his tone laced with skepticism.

I shook my head again, words failing me under the intensity. But he wasn't buying it. "Mind pulling out the packet from your purse?"

My heart hammered. How did he know? Had he been watching me? Spying? Paranoia gripped me, but I didn't move. His anger flared, more pheromones flooding the room.

"Will you pull it out yourself, or do I have to do it for you?"

Fear hazed my mind, his overwhelming scent making everything fuzzy. With trembling hands, I reached into my bag and pulled out the packet. He snatched it and tore it open.

Inside was a stack of cash and a card. He read it aloud, his voice dripping with venom. "'Thank you, Lena, for helping me out. You did excellent work. This is your reward. Looking forward to more collaborations.'"

My eyes widened in horror. What the hell? This wasn't right. Why would she write something like that? Did she… did she trick me?

The man on the street, the call—it was all a ploy. Damian suddenly laughed, but it was a chilling sound, devoid of humor, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't speak or move, his pheromones pinning me in place, making me look guilty as sin.

“Damian… stop it… I c-can’t breathe—”

He looked at me with pure disgust, standing slowly. I stumbled to my feet, backing away as he approached, his handsome face twisted in rage. More pheromones assaulted me, and I gasped, struggling for air.

That's when a strange feeling started inside me. At first, it was subtle, a warmth blooming in my core. My skin prickled as if I had a sudden fever.

His scent twisted my fear into an unwelcome heat. My breaths came shorter, not just from the anger in the air, but from a growing ache between my legs. Oh god, no. I felt my body responding, slickness building, my omega instincts betraying me.

The dizziness crept in as the warmth spread, making my n*****s harden under my blouse, my thoughts fogging with unwanted desire. My cheeks flushed, not from embarrassment alone, but from the heat cycle igniting, triggered by his dominant presence.

"I really underestimated you, Lena," Damian said, his voice a low growl that vibrated through me, intensifying the sensation. He stepped closer, towering over me, his eyes locked on mine. "So that's why you didn't want to be with me? Why you rejected my offers, my money? Because you already had a source—my own cousin Valerie, no less. Playing both sides, huh? Stringing me along while you scheme behind my back. Do you find it amusing, messing with me like this? Toying with my emotions, making me chase you when all along you were in it for the quick cash? What, did you think I wouldn't find out and you'd just continue your little games indefinitely?"

Tears streamed down my face. I shook my head frantically, but words were trapped in my throat, choked by the pheromones and the rising heat.

"No... stop..." I managed to whisper, but it was weak, drowned out by the dizziness. The strange sensation intensified, my body throbbing with a deep, aching need that made my knees buckle. The heat was fully upon me now, waves of arousal crashing despite the terror.

He continued, his words cutting like knives. "I've been more than patient with you, Lena. Far more than you deserved. But this betrayal? It's unforgivable. My family has enemies everywhere, and now you're one of them? What was the plan exactly? Get close to me, squeeze out what you could, then skip to Valerie for the next payout? Or was it personal? Did you get a thrill out of watching me pursue you, knowing you'd never give in because you had 'better' options? And now, here you are, in my office, acting like you want a real job. It's pathetic. What next? Blackmail me? Claim I harassed you? I've clawed my way to build this empire from the ground up, fighting rivals and even family betrayals like Valerie's. I won't let you tear it down. You think you're so smart, but you're just another schemer in a sea of them."

I sobbed, shaking my head as the world tilted. "Damian, no... it's not... I didn't..."

But the heat overwhelmed me, my vision spotting black. The strange sensation peaked, a slick wetness soaking through my underwear, my scent shifting to something sweet and needy. I collapsed as my legs gave out.

But before I could hit the floor, strong arms wrapped around me, burning yet somehow satisfying against my overheated skin.

"What's this smell?" He pulled me closer, burying his nose in my neck, scenting me deeply. His body tensed against mine.

"You're in heat."

I whimpered, my body arching involuntarily against him, the contact sending sparks through my veins. This wasn't supposed to happen. But my omega side didn't care; it craved the alpha holding me, even as my mind screamed in protest.