You're Courting Me?!
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Chapter 10 A Succubus and a Bastard img
Chapter 11 When Titans Clash... img
Chapter 12 Peek into Reality img
Chapter 13 'My Secretary' img
Chapter 14 When in Kyoto... img
Chapter 15 'He Found Me' img
Chapter 16 Scary Rich People img
Chapter 17 The Slick Liar img
Chapter 18 What To Do... img
Chapter 19 What if he... img
Chapter 20 Sorahiko The Liar img
Chapter 21 What Miyamura Wants. img
Chapter 22 One More Day. img
Chapter 23 Arriving At An Impasse. img
Chapter 24 Save Your Apologies. img
Chapter 25 The Unexpected Alpha. img
Chapter 26 How To Ragebait an Alpha img
Chapter 27 To Take From a Dominant... img
Chapter 28 What You Hired Me For... img
Chapter 29 This Damn Omega! img
Chapter 30 All For Me img
Chapter 31 Seriously Sorahiko ! img
Chapter 32 The Return of the Human Ragdoll img
Chapter 33 The Recording From Hell img
Chapter 34 Tears To Conclude img
Chapter 35 No Idea At All img
Chapter 36 As A What ! img
Chapter 37 In Preparation For... img
Chapter 38 A Really Cool Omega img
Chapter 39 A Very Wonderful Day img
Chapter 40 Our Scheduled Sleepover img
Chapter 41 To Be His One and Only img
Chapter 42 Done Staring img
Chapter 43 A Lose-Lose Situation img
Chapter 44 Prelude To Disaster img
Chapter 45 At The Pinnacle Of Society img
Chapter 46 Goliaths Of The Elites img
Chapter 47 Nothing Makes Sense img
Chapter 48 One Should Not Be Too Picky img
Chapter 49 Omegas and Solidarity img
Chapter 50 Mine, Not Yours. img
Chapter 51 Dazed But Hungry img
Chapter 52 To Cry Or To Scream img
Chapter 53 How Dare You ! img
Chapter 54 Trauma For Both Sides img
Chapter 55 The Real Targets img
Chapter 56 Purely To Help Me img
Chapter 57 It Will Happen img
Chapter 58 All Because It's Over img
Chapter 59 Seven Days Of Misery img
Chapter 60 Extreme Abandonment Issues img
Chapter 61 Who Is She img
Chapter 62 Drama At Its Finest img
Chapter 63 Many Difficult People img
Chapter 64 Solving This Mystery img
Chapter 65 Two Sly Foxes img
Chapter 66 The Scent Of Lies img
Chapter 67 Where Is Your Sister img
Chapter 68 A Volatile Set Of People img
Chapter 69 No Fighting At The Table img
Chapter 70 A Cursed Day img
Chapter 71 Surviving Aronohai Misa img
Chapter 72 The Inner Circle img
Chapter 73 Gathering of Maniacs img
Chapter 74 A Little Trick img
Chapter 75 He Doesn't Understand Anything img
Chapter 76 Losing His Mind img
Chapter 77 A Really Simple Solution img
Chapter 78 You're Scenting Me ! img
Chapter 79 Society's Hierarchy img
Chapter 80 A Certain Cantankerous Bastard img
Chapter 81 A Waste Of Time img
Chapter 82 An Unlikely Trio img
Chapter 83 Breadcrumbs Of Information img
Chapter 84 To Die From Shame img
Chapter 85 An Unexpected Challenge img
Chapter 86 That Was A Riddle img
Chapter 87 All Are Equal img
Chapter 88 Silence Is A Shield img
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Chapter 3 No.3

"Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

"Heeheehee."

I'm not laughing. I'm crying. Positively sobbing. Maybe both.

Are my tears ducts broken? Possibly. But no- these are tears. The big, ugly kind. I'm right at the edge of a breakdown.

And why, in all the cold corners of hell is there an AC blasting in this restroom. The toilet seat feels like a frozen tombstone.

My face is numb. My dignity? Long gone.

Can a man not cry in peace?

Why the hell are the walls gold-plated? I can see my miserable reflection staring back at me . I look like I just buried my cat, then I found out on Google that it wasn't dead, just sleeping.

Sleeping deeply, like cats tend to do at times.

Honestly, I'd take that disaster over what happened tonight.

As for what led to this-

I think I might've signed that contract.

"I think there might be a mistake somewhere," I speak my mind loud and clear in confidence.

"Speak up," the devil behind the desk commands, voice as smooth as silk. Oh, great. Apparently, I wasn't as confident as I thought.

Is it so wrong for a man to mumble?

"Speak clearly so I can understand you," he repeats, those lilac eyes pinning me like a butterfly under glass. Why do evil people always look so goddamn good?

Beautiful people give me performance anxiety.

"I couldn't have signed that document. I wasn't even in the right state of mind," I say, trying to sound sane while avoiding eye-contact.

"Surely you can terminate it..." My words trail off as I feel his gaze sharpen. Or maybe that's just his pheromones pressing down on me like invisible hands.

Either way, my brain is scrambling for something to say.

"What I mean," I bow deeply, "is that I'm terribly sorry to have disturbed you sir. I wasted your precious time with my...ignorant, useless self".

Please just accept my apology and let me go.

"Raise your head," he says, voice cutting clean through the air. Cold and crisp.

Nope. I'm not doing it.

I'm not making eye contact with a dominant alpha.

"Please," I plead again, bowing lower, "allow me to apologize again sir. I deeply regret-"

"Would you like me to lift your head for you?"

"No, sir!" My head shoots up so fast my neck pops. Eye contact achieved. I can feel my soul leaving my body. My knees wobble.

Looking at him now, how did I think this man was just another alpha?- not like I would willingly go ahead to challenge alphas normally.

But how could I not tell that he was something more? If I get out of this in one piece, I will never drink alcohol again.

Ever.

"You're right," he says calmly. "You didn't sign the contract in the right state of mind, so technically, it's void".

My brain lights up. This is it! He might let me go-

"But..." He smiles. Oh no. "...it doesn't matter."

He stands,walking around the desk like a predator circling prey. Every step is deliberate. Measured to heighten all feelings of danger.

And it's working.

All omegas are taught never to hold an alpha's gaze. It's rule number one of 'How to Not Die Before 30'. I learned that one the hard way-back in middle school, face first against a dumpster, courtesy of some teenage alpha with a superiority complex. Broken nose, bloody lesson.

You don't forget things like that.

But right now? I can't look away. I physically can't.

"...Because even if you wanted to reverse this," he says, stopping right in front of me, "you don't have the means or the power to take me to court."

And don't I know it.

He's close enough now that I can see every detail-grey suit, honey-brown hair tied neatly at the nape of his neck with a silver ribbon, lilac eyes gleaming like something unholy.

He smiles like the cat that got the cream. Smug and satisfied.

Then his hand-smooth, pale and deceptively gentle-tilts my chin up.

My throat tightens. He's a dominant alpha.

He's strong. Stronger than anyone has a right to be.

'He won't kill me', I tell myself. He'll just...make me wish I were dead.

Comforting thought, Sora. Really helpful.

He's staring down at me. I can't breathe.

And even with scent blockers lining the walls, I can smell him. That rich, intoxicating alpha scent cutting through the sterile air like it owns the place. His pheromones are restrained, but still strong enough to make my instincts curl up and whimper.

Oh, God. Please stop looking at me.

Please don't use your pheromones.

Please.

"...Even if you did go to court," he whispers, his breath brushing against my lips, "you'd never win."

I know.

I know so please just let me go.

My heart pounds, loud enough to echo in my ears. He smiles again-slow, deliberate and fanged. Actual fangs.

Then, unexpectedly-he steps back.

"You can breathe, Sorahiko," he says softly. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Liar.

I'm not falling for that.

He studies me with that predatory calm, head tilted. I stay still, hold my breath in anticipation.

I shut my eyes, bracing for whatever comes next-pain, humiliation, maybe even death. After all, I did offend a dominant alpha.

A quick death would be kind.

Instead, pain does come. Just...not how I expected.

"ACK-!" I double over, clutching my throat. This bastard just jabbed his finger into my neck.

"You can't die yet," he says casually, sounding almost amused. "I haven't even had any fun with you."

I'm wheezing. I think my throat's broken. Is that even medically possible?

"Let's start again," he continues smoothly. "I've reviewed your application, and I've decided you're a perfect fit for my company."

Application? This man's delusional.

"You've signed the contract agreeing to serve as my secretary," he adds with an infuriatingly smug smile.

Secretary?! I didn't apply for shit!.

"You'll report to my CFO for your salary and schedule," he says, straightening his tie. "Am I clear?".

I'm too busy choking to answer, so he grabs me by the collar and yanks me upright. My feet barely touch the ground. His scent spikes, rich and commanding, rolling over me like thunder.

Even while I'm coughing out my lungs, he's not giving me an inch.

"I said, am I clear, Sorahiko?"

Every instinct screams at me to run. Every cell in my body trembles. But logic outweighs reason.

"Yes," I croak. "Very clear... sir."

            
            

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