His eyes read through every document on his table. He can’t believe what he’s seeing. His investors, even the most loyal ones he’s had for years, are pulling out of his company.
He reached for the intercom, paging his secretary to come over his office.
“What the fuck are these?” he asked, borderline desperate and confused.
“I don’t know, Mr. Taylor. I received them earlier,” his secretary supplied, voice trembling. She subtly covered her nose, shielding herself from the distressed scent of her boss. She is an omega too, so the scent is much fouler for her.
Klyde picked up the documents again. Reading it again and again to make sure.
Someone has been stealing from him. From his investors too, causing them to pull out. Fuck. He can’t afford this. He can’t believe such a thing has been happening under his nose and he didn’t see it.
“Call a meeting. Now.”
He almost growled. She quickly turned on her heels, walking out of the office.
Klyde slowly inhaled, calming himself down. He can feel his tears stinging at the back of his eyes. But no, he can’t afford even a breakdown right now.
“The board will be ready in a few, Mr. Taylor,” he heard his secretary’s voice said from the intercom.
He quickly gathered all the documents, and stood up. On his way to the board room, he made sure to present his regal self. The powerful omega CEO they all know. But they all seem to throw that title away once the meeting started. Almost every member of his board are alphas, with some betas and a few omegas he made sure to include. Because no matter how much he tries to deny it, they will always be the one that runs the world. Alphas. Fuck them and their dominating nature.
He expected the meeting to go bad. They had always showed their distaste with him after all. An omega trying to rule alphas around. But he did not expect it to be this bad. Especially after showing them that he is capable for years.
“If you would have been smarter, this wouldn’t even happen,” Mr. Wong, one of his board members spit out. He’s an elderly alpha. His scent is strong, musk and amber, mixed with everyone else’s scent in the room. The few omegas’ bitter scent has reached his nose too. Even them, his supposed to be allies, are expressing their distaste with him now. He fought hard to keep his expression neutral. He envies the beta members of his board; they don’t have the ability to smell all this scent in one room.
He blinked fast, can’t believe a word the man said.
“Pardon?”
“You heard me. This company is hopeless, with how many investors have already pulled out.”
“We can still save it—”
“YOU save it. You’re capable, right? Those investors are smart to pull out. No use investing to a company that doesn’t give you anything anymore huh?” another member of his board growled, of course an alpha too. It almost made him flinch but he kept his composure.
He just stared at them as they all stood up and slowly left the meeting room. Showing their disrespect as they didn’t even wait for him to properly end the meeting before leaving. He kept his composure as they all looked at him with a mixture of disgust, pity and anger. He ignores the fact that his scent must be betraying his front, but he stood his ground.
Mr. Wong left the room last, he stopped in front of him.
“We told you, omegas are useless. But did you listen? No,” the man smirked, meeting his eyes. His alpha scent an ugly smell to him. He smells so smug and it makes him so angry. “Good luck saving your company, omega.”
He almost threw up once the man was out. The alpha dominance he was emitting was wild, his knees almost buckled. He was using his alpha voice too, an attempt to make him submit but he fought.
He kept himself together until all of them were out of sight before he broke down. Fat tears streamed down his face as he tried hard to control his sobs. He can’t. He can’t let all those years of hard work go to waste just because some people fucked him over.
He swallowed down the distressed whine that threatened to spill from his throat. It makes his throat itch, but he fought hard to not let it out.
He wiped his face clear off tears. Only one person can help him right now.
He quickly got out of the room, thankful for the breath of fresh air that welcomed him. He walked straight to his office. He must be stinking up the office hallway because of how distressed he is right now but he’s a man on a mission. He ignored the worried looks his secretary gave him. He entered his office and went to grab his car keys aggressively, hands shaking.
“I’ll be back,” he told her on his way out. “I’ll find a way so…I’ll be back.”
He drove all the way to the unfamiliar building. He has only ever seen it on the magazine and news, but now he’s taking the courage to step his foot in it. His heart is pounding hard in his ribcage. He doesn’t want to show more weakness by seeking help from an alpha, but he has no choice.
He almost slammed himself on the reception desk. The omega working there gave him a wide-eyed look. She must have recognized him.
“I need to talk to Mr. Curtis,” he breathed out. He hates how desperate he sounds right now. She wrinkled her nose, his scent strong from the mixture of desperation, distress and panic.
“Do you have an appointment with him, sir?” she asked in a calm voice. Good. At least one of them is calm.
“No. But I really need to talk to him now,” he almost pleaded.
“I’m sorry, sir. You’ll have to set up an appointment—”
“Please! Just tell him I’m here.”
She still looked hesitant but worked to dial what he assumes is the intercom in the main office.
“Good morning, sir. Mr. Taylor is here to see you. Should I let him in?”
He can’t hear what was said from the other line, but she nodded before she put the telephone down.
“Mr. Curtis said he’ll see you,” she gestured to the elevator to his right. “His office is on the top floor, the only one there. Please proceed to the elevator and press the ‘CEO’ button.”
He gave her a grateful smile before quite literally running to the elevator. His impatience has reached its peak when he almost hissed at how slow the elevator door closed and almost cursed at how high the building is. He willed himself to calm down before reaching the floor. He will surely leave his scent in the elevator. He took a calming breath when the elevator finally pinged open.
And that’s how he found himself in the middle of Wade’s office. Caution thrown in the wind as he willingly placed himself in the wolf’s den. If it’s for his company’s sake, then he’s willing to be the bait. Even if it means he won’t get out of there alive.
Klyde loudly placed his phone face down on the vanity table in front of him and focused on the brush gently grazing his face. Today is the day and he is getting ready, a make-up artist is working with him. He can’t believe he’s really getting married today. He closed his eyes and sighed, allowing the make-up artist, a beta girl, to work on his eyeshadow.He can still clearly remember it. The day he signed his self to an alpha for the sake of his company.“So, the rumors are true?” Wade said, looking straight at him. “I thought it was all bullshit. But it seems true, seeing you now here, huh, Mr. Taylor?”Klyde fiddled on his fingers. He can sit on the visitor’s chair in front of Wade’s huge table but he doesn’t want to be even more close to the man. Wade didn’t even bother invite him to sit either. He just stood in the middle of the spacious office, can’t
Everything was a blur after that. He almost did not register the kiss Wade gave him at the ceremony. He looked at him shocked after, but Wade only caressed the apple of his cheeks gently before averting his gaze. His expression doesn’t give away anything he felt. His scent too, it remains neutral. He wonders how the man can remain calm.They posed for the cameras, accepted tons of congratulatory messages from different businessmen present before they finally managed to get in the car that would take them to the reception.His scent remained anxious the entire ride, the driver giving them curious looks nonstop that Wade even lowly growled at him in irritation.The reception is a noisy affair. Different businessmen and family friends approached them, giving their congratulations once again. Klyde lost track of time as he quietly downed glasses after glasses of wine continuously. Wade was talking to a business p
He knew he was wishing for the impossible but he still felt disappointment tug at him when he woke up in the same room. He sighed before slowly getting up.He expected Wade to be already gone, probably already signing documents after documents in his office. It surprised him to see him sitting on one of the sofas in the living room, sipping coffee. His brows are furrowed while reading a newspaper. He gently placed the cup of coffee on the coffee table, beside a small brown envelope.Wade must have smelled him or sensed his presence, but his eyes drifted to him and he slowly folded the newspaper and placed it beside him on the sofa.“Good. You’re awake,” his voice sounds extra rough in the morning. “Take a seat.”He gestured to the single sofa in front of him. Klyde quietly sat down. He suddenly feels conscious under the man’s gaze. Wade is already dressed in his sm
The board room was quiet when he entered, but he heard some of them audibly gasp when they saw who was walking behind him. He felt a small tug of disappointment, he hates how they are so open about how they don’t really respect him, especially now that his company is in the brink of danger. They were at least trying to be subtle before. But now that they know they all have power over him, they are all showing him outright disrespect. They were all standing up by the time they made their way to the front of the room. Mr. Wong was standing far back, and he has a suspecting look on his face. Klyde roamed his eyes around the room, making sure to meet everyone’s eyes. He wants them to know that he’s not affected by what’s happening. He hopes his front is convincing, because he feels so fucking terrified right now. He has to physically stop himself from fiddling with his fingers because of how nervous he is. His head turned sharply to his left
Wade did not let go of his wrist until they were in the safety of his office once again. The ghost of his touch leaving a warm sensation on his wrist.“That was embarrassing,” Wade started before he turned to look at him; eyes void of emotion. The door of his office clicked shut behind them.“They won’t take you seriously if you continue to act like that. Was that how you built this company? You look weak and afraid all the time.”That, that hit a nerve.Klyde straightened his posture and bravely met his eyes, blood boiling.“You don’t know anything. You don’t know a thing I did to build this company, so don’t talk to me like that,” he spat out; venom in his voice.“Exactly. I don’t know anything. But with how you acted today, how do you think that looked to me?” h
Everything was like a déjà vu. He woke up to the sound of his secretary’s voice calling his name. He didn’t even know he fell asleep. He is hunched on his table, arms on both sides of his head, right hand still holding his pen. His right cheek is squished on his table and he had to hold the papers down as he straightened to sit up. He groaned, eyes squinted as he looked blearily at her, standing in front of his desk. “Yeah?” he yawned. His body feels so heavy. The breath coming out of his nose is warm, too warm. His eyes stings in a way that it does when you have a fever. Fuck, does he have a fever? He stretched his arms above his head, getting rid of the kinks. “It’s past 10 in the evening, Sir. You might want to go home.” He turned his head sharply at that, a bad move. His vision is swimming, the world feels unsteady on his feet even as he sat. He feels like shit. “I’
tw// panic attack, mentions of panic attackHe stared at the note in his hand, contemplating whether he should really go down to eat. Frankly, he doesn’t think he has the stomach to eat as he still feels like shit, refreshed but still shit, even after that shower. But he figures if he wants to recover faster, then he really needs to eat. He sighed. He walked to hang his towel back to its rack, before walking out of his room.Now when the note said there was food downstairs, he kind of expected a take out placed at the kitchen table or counter. Food he can just bring to his room so he can eat peacefully. He definitely did not expect for it to come in the form of Wade Ashton, wearing a black sweater and a pair of grey sweatpants, topped with a baby blue apron.Klyde stopped on his tracks, shocked at the sight that greeted him. This is the first time, ever since they got married, that he saw the alpha in a casual fit,
What he expected to be a one-time thing happened again the next morning, and then the next again, and then the next until waking up to the sight of Wade cooking in the kitchen didn’t look unusual anymore. It’s the fourth day, and now he just automatically slips and perches himself on a stool by the kitchen counter to silently watch him cook. It’s the fourth day of him being absent in the company too, and he’s in constant worry. He wonders how everyone is doing there, what’s happening and their current state. He tried to tell Wade multiple times that he’ll be fine to go to work but the alpha only just looks at him dead in the eye, and it effectively makes him quiet. He huffs every time it happens. He’s also worried for the alpha’s work. He, too, hasn’t been going to his company to work for days now. Isn’t he worried? But then again, he had established his company for years. Wade surely has confidence in his workers, something Klyde lacks, especially now that th