The S-Tier's Omega Bodyguard

Kieran Hunt sat in the gray, depressing office at Elite Security Agency, staring at the coffee-stained wall and wondering why the hell his boss had called him in on his day off. His knee bounced with impatience. He had shit to do. His sister Maya needed money for textbooks, his rent was due in three days, and he'd planned to spend his one free day doing laundry and maybe sleeping for more than four hours. But here he was, waiting like some rookie fresh out of training instead of the best fucking bodyguard this agency had.

The door finally opened and Patterson walked in. The gruff beta looked tired, older than his fifty years, with gray stubble and bags under his eyes. He dropped a thick file on the desk between them with a heavy thud that made Kieran's instincts prickle. Big files meant big trouble. Or big money. Sometimes both.

"Hunt, I've got a job for you," Patterson said, lighting a cigarette even though smoking wasn't allowed in the building anymore. Nobody had the balls to tell him to stop. "High-profile client. Serious threats. Needs full-time protection, twenty-four seven. You'd be living on-site."

Kieran's eyebrows rose slightly. Living on-site meant constant surveillance, no privacy, no life outside the job. It also meant the pay would be incredible. "Who's the client?"

"Elliot Sinclair."

The name meant nothing to Kieran for about two seconds. Then it clicked. Sinclair Corporation. That massive business empire that seemed to own half the city. He'd seen their name on buildings, in the news, everywhere. Old money, serious power, the kind of people who lived in a completely different world than Kieran's shitty apartment in the bad part of town.

"The heir?" Kieran asked, keeping his voice neutral even though his mind was already calculating how much this job might pay. Enough to help Maya finish college? Enough to finally move out of his current hellhole?

Patterson nodded, sliding the file toward him. "Twenty-eight years old, runs the company since his parents died. Smart kid but reckless. Doesn't take his own safety seriously even though there've been six assassination attempts in the past year. His last bodyguard quit because Sinclair kept ditching him to go to clubs and parties, treating the whole thing like a joke."

Kieran flipped open the file and saw a photo that made his stomach do something weird. Elliot Sinclair was fucking gorgeous. Like, unfairly so. Tall and broad-shouldered in an expensive suit, with silver-white hair that marked him as something rare. Kieran's eyes narrowed. Silver-white hair only meant one thing.

"He's S-Tier," Kieran said flatly. It wasn't a question.

Patterson grimaced. "Yeah. Are you okay with that?"

S-Tier alphas were rare as hell. Only one percent of alphas ever tested into that category. They were stronger, faster, and their pheromones were so powerful they could affect anyone regardless of designation. Kieran had worked hard for years to build up resistance to regular alpha pheromones, taking his suppressants religiously, training his body not to react. But the S-Tiers were different. Their scent could punch through suppressants like they were made of paper.

Still, Kieran had never backed down from a challenge in his life. He wasn't about to start now.

"I can handle it," Kieran said, his voice cold and certain. "What's the pay?"

When Patterson told him the number, Kieran's poker face almost slipped. That was more than he made in six months of regular jobs. That was life-changing money. That was Maya's tuition paid in full, a new apartment in a safe neighborhood, maybe even some savings for the first time in his adult life.

"There's one thing you should know," Patterson continued, watching Kieran carefully. "Sinclair specifically requested an Omega bodyguard."

Kieran's jaw clenched. Here it fucking came. The part where this golden opportunity turned into shit. "Why?"

"Didn't say. But I'm guessing he thinks an omega will be easier to manipulate or ignore. Rich alphas usually have that attitude." Patterson leaned forward, his expression serious. "I'm giving you this job because you're the best I've got, Hunt. I don't care what's between your legs. You've proven yourself a hundred times over. But this client might give you hell about your designation. You prepared for that?"

Kieran had been dealing with that bullshit since he was fifteen years old. Since the night his parents were murdered in a home invasion and he'd decided to become strong enough to protect people. Since he'd walked into his first combat training class and had every alpha and beta in the room laugh at the omega boy who thought he could fight. Since he'd worked twice as hard as everyone else just to be considered half as good.

"I'm always prepared for that," Kieran said, his green eyes hard as stone. "When do I start?"

"Tomorrow morning. Sinclair's at his penthouse recovering from a minor injury. You'll do a security assessment, set up protocols, and move in by the end of the week." Patterson stubbed out his cigarette. "Don't fuck this up, Hunt. This client could bring in a lot of business for the agency."

Kieran took the file and stood up, all lean muscle and controlled grace despite his smaller omega frame. "I don't fuck up."

He left the office and headed home, his mind already working through the logistics. He'd need to pack light, bring his best equipment, make sure Maya had enough money while he was living on-site. As he walked through the shitty streets of his neighborhood, dodging trash and trying not to make eye contact with the drug dealers on the corner, Kieran let himself imagine what it would be like to live in a fancy penthouse for a while. Probably had actual hot water. Probably didn't have roaches. Probably had more than one room.

That night, Kieran took his suppressants, checked his weapons, and tried not to think about the photo of Elliot Sinclair. I tried not to think about those golden eyes and that confident smirk. Tried not to wonder why his stomach had flipped when he saw the picture. It didn't matter. This was a job. A very well-paying job. He'd do his work, keep the spoiled rich alpha alive, collect his paycheck, and get out.

Simple.

The next morning, Kieran showed up at Sinclair Corporation headquarters fifteen minutes early, dressed in his usual black tactical gear with his dark hair pulled back tight. The building was a massive glass and steel tower that probably cost more than Kieran would make in his entire lifetime. Security at the front desk looked him over with barely concealed disdain when he said he was there to see Elliot Sinclair.

"You're the new bodyguard?" one of them asked, a smug beta who clearly thought this was hilarious. "Aren't you a little... small?"

Kieran fixed him with the dead-eyed stare he'd perfected over years of dealing with assholes. "I'm the best. Size doesn't matter when you know what you're doing."

The beta's smirk faded. Something about Kieran's cold, dangerous energy made people shut up quickly. They gave him a visitor badge and directed him to the private elevator that went to the top floor. As Kieran rode up, he forced himself to breathe slowly and evenly. His suppressants were at full strength. He wouldn't react to some alpha's pheromones like a bitch in heat. He was a professional.

The elevator doors opened onto a floor that screamed wealth and power. Expensive art on the walls. Floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the entire city. Furniture that probably cost more than Kieran's car. Everything was pristine and perfect and cold. No warmth anywhere. Just money.

A stern-looking assistant, an older beta woman with her hair in a tight bun, met him at the elevator. "Mr. Sinclair is in his office. Follow me."

She led him down a hallway to massive double doors. She knocked once, then opened them without waiting for a response. "Mr. Sinclair, your new bodyguard is here."

Kieran stepped into the office and immediately had to fight his body's reaction. The room was filled with scent. Not the neutral, filtered air of the hallway, but thick, rich alpha pheromones that hit him like a physical force. Cinnamon and something darker, spicier, something that made Kieran's omega instincts sit up and pay attention in a way they never fucking had before.

What the hell?

Elliot Sinclair stood by the windows, his back to them, looking out over the city like he owned it. Which, Kieran supposed, he kind of did. The alpha was tall, probably six-three, with that distinctive silver-white hair that caught the sunlight. He wore an expensive charcoal suit tailored perfectly to his broad shoulders and lean frame. Even from behind, he radiated confidence and power.

Then Elliot turned around, and Kieran's breath caught for just a second before he got himself under control. The photo in the file hadn't done him justice. In person, Elliot Sinclair was devastating. Sharp, handsome features. Golden eyes that seemed to glow with an inner light, the mark of his S-Tier genetics. A smirk on his full lips that was equal parts amused and arrogant. He looked like sin wrapped in a designer suit.

Those golden eyes swept over Kieran, assessing him from head to toe. The smirk widened. "So they sent me an omega bodyguard. That's a first."

Kieran's jaw clenched. Less than five seconds and the alpha was already making it about his designation. Perfect. He met Elliot's gaze directly, refusing to show submission even though his omega instincts were screaming at him that this was a powerful alpha, that he should lower his eyes, that he should present himself properly.

Fuck that.

"I'm the best they've got, regardless of what designation is printed on my ID," Kieran said, his voice flat and cold. "If you have a problem with that, I can leave right now and you can take your chances with whoever wants you dead."

The bluntness seemed to surprise Elliot. Then he laughed, this genuine amused sound that did something weird to Kieran's chest. "Well, at least you've got balls. Or I guess ovaries in your case." He walked closer, invading Kieran's personal space in that dominant alpha way, looking down at him with those intense golden eyes. "Tell me, omega, what makes you think you can protect me when you're what, five-nine? A hundred and sixty pounds soaking wet?"

Kieran held his ground even though Elliot's scent was stronger up close, making his head spin slightly. "I'm five-nine of pure muscle and training. I've got black belts in three different martial arts, expert marksman ratings, and I've kept fifteen high-risk clients alive without a single injury. Can you say the same about the alphas who applied for this job?"

Elliot studied him for a long moment, something flickering in those golden eyes that Kieran couldn't read. Then he smiled, and it wasn't mocking anymore. It was genuinely interesting. "Maybe this will be interesting after all. Sit down. Let's talk about security protocols."

They spent the next hour going over everything. Kieran was thorough and professional, outlining exactly what Elliot needed to do to stay safe, what the vulnerabilities were in his current security setup, and what changes needed to happen immediately. Elliot barely paid attention, checking his phone and making jokes, clearly not taking any of it seriously.

When Kieran mentioned the six assassination attempts in the past year, Elliot waved it off like it was nothing. "My uncle Marcus is probably just trying to scare me. Corporate politics are always dramatic. Nobody actually wants me dead."

Kieran stared at him in disbelief. "Six attempts. Six. You really think those were all warnings?"

"I'm still alive, aren't I?" Elliot leaned back in his expensive chair, looking completely unconcerned. "I think you're being paranoid, omega. But hey, that's what I'm paying you for."

The casual dismissiveness made Kieran want to punch him. This spoiled rich alpha had no fucking idea how lucky he was to be alive. No concept of how easy it would be for a professional to take him out. Kieran had seen men with better security than Elliot get killed because they thought they were invincible.

"Fine," Kieran said coldly, standing up. "Don't take it seriously. But when the next attempt happens, and it will, don't blame me when I have to throw my expendable omega body in front of bullets meant for you."

He turned to leave, done with this arrogant asshole, already mentally composing his resignation. The money wasn't worth protecting someone who didn't want to be protected. But before he reached the door, Elliot spoke.

"Wait."

Kieran stopped but didn't turn around.

"I'm sorry," Elliot said, and he actually sounded sincere. "That was shitty of me. You're right. I haven't been taking this seriously enough. My last bodyguard kept telling me the same thing and I ignored him too. Then he quit and I realized maybe he had a point."

Kieran turned slowly. Elliot was standing now, his expression more serious. "I'll follow your protocols. All of them. And I won't make any more comments about your designation. You're here to do a job, and I should respect that."

The apology caught Kieran off guard. He'd expected more alpha arrogance, not actual accountability. Maybe there was more to Elliot Sinclair than just a spoiled rich boy.

"Okay," Kieran said carefully. "Then we need to implement changes immediately. Starting with installing better locks on your penthouse and running background checks on everyone who has access to you."

Elliot nodded. "Done. Whatever you think is necessary." He walked closer again, and Kieran forced himself not to step back. "I'm looking forward to having you around, Kieran Hunt. Things might get very interesting."

The way he said it, the way his golden eyes heated slightly, made Kieran's pulse jump. There was something loaded in those words, something that felt like a promise or a threat or maybe both.

"It's just a job," Kieran said firmly, more to himself than to Elliot. "Let's keep it professional."

"Of course," Elliot agreed, his smirk returning. "Strictly professional."

But the way he looked at Kieran made it clear that professional was the last thing on his mind.

Kieran left the office feeling unsettled in ways he couldn't explain. His body was still reacting to Elliot's scent even though he was out of the room. His omega instincts were doing weird things, making him want to go back, to be near that alpha, to submit in ways Kieran had never wanted to submit to anyone.

This was going to be a problem. A big fucking problem.

That evening, Kieran went home to his shitty apartment and took the longest cold shower of his life. He tried to wash away the lingering effect of Elliot's pheromones, tried to get his body back under control. When he finally got out, he checked his suppressant schedule and took an extra pill just to be safe.

He couldn't afford any complications. Especially not getting distracted by some rich S-Tier alpha's pheromones. This was just another job. He'd do his work, get paid, and never think about Elliot Sinclair again once the contract was over.

Just another job.

He was making himself dinner, cheap ramen because it was all he could afford until payday, when his phone buzzed with an alert from the security company. His heart dropped as he read the message.

**SECURITY BREACH AT SINCLAIR PENTHOUSE. POSSIBLE INTRUDER. CLIENT STATUS UNKNOWN.**

Kieran's training kicked in immediately. He grabbed his gun, his tactical vest, and his keys, not bothering to change out of his old sweatpants and t-shirt. His first fucking day on the job and the client was already under attack.

He ran to his beat-up car, his mind racing through worst-case scenarios. If anything had happened to Elliot before Kieran could even start protecting him properly, he'd never forgive himself. The agency would never forgive him. This was supposed to be his big break, his chance to prove himself with a high-profile client, and it was already going to shit.

Kieran drove like a demon through the city, running red lights and breaking every traffic law he knew. His heart pounded and his hands were steady on the wheel. Please let him be okay, Kieran thought, surprised by how much he meant it. Please let me get there in time.

Kieran arrived at Elliot's penthouse building within fifteen minutes of getting the security alert, his heart still pounding from the adrenaline rush and worst-case scenarios playing in his head. The building was one of those ultra-luxury high-rises where the lobby had actual marble floors and a fucking chandelier, the kind of place where Kieran's monthly rent wouldn't even cover the maintenance fees. He bypassed the nervous security guards and took the private elevator straight up to the penthouse, his hand resting on his concealed weapon just in case.

When the elevator doors opened on the top floor, everything was quiet. Too quiet. The penthouse door was slightly ajar with obvious scratch marks around the electronic lock where someone had forced entry. Kieran's training kicked in hard. He drew his gun and moved through the doorway silently, sweeping each room with practiced efficiency. The place was massive, probably three thousand square feet of modern furniture, expensive art, and floor-to-ceiling windows showing the glittering city below. It was beautiful and cold and empty-feeling despite all the luxury.

He found Elliot in the home office, and the sight of him alive and unharmed made something tight in Kieran's chest finally loosen. The S-Tier alpha was sitting behind a sleek desk, looking through papers on his tablet like absolutely nothing had happened. His silver-white hair was slightly messy, his tie loosened, but otherwise he seemed completely unbothered. When Elliot glanced up and saw Kieran standing there in sweatpants and a t-shirt with a gun drawn, he actually fucking smiled.

"Well, that was fast," Elliot said, his golden eyes lighting up with what looked like genuine pleasure. "Did you fly here?"

Kieran holstered his gun with hands that were still shaking slightly from leftover adrenaline. His relief was already transforming into fury. "What the hell happened? Are you hurt? Did you see the intruder?"

Elliot leaned back in his expensive leather chair, looking way too relaxed for someone whose home had just been broken into. "My security system went off about twenty minutes ago. I locked myself in the panic room like a good boy, waited about ten minutes, and when I came out whoever it was had already left. Building security is reviewing the camera footage now." He gestured casually at the open door. "They didn't take anything valuable that I can see. Probably got spooked by the alarm."

Kieran stared at him in absolute disbelief. "You came out of the panic room before anyone cleared the scene? Before police or security confirmed the threat was gone? Are you fucking insane?"

"I was getting bored in there," Elliot said with a shrug, like that was a reasonable excuse for risking his life. "And I can take care of myself. I'm an S-Tier alpha, not some helpless omega who needs to hide and wait for rescue."

The casual comment about helpless omegas, combined with Elliot's complete lack of concern for his own safety, made Kieran's blood pressure spike dangerously high. He crossed the room in three long strides and slammed both hands down on the desk, leaning in so they were face to face, close enough that he could see the flecks of darker gold in Elliot's eyes.

"Being a strong alpha doesn't make you bulletproof, you arrogant asshole," Kieran said, his voice low and harsh. "Arrogance is what gets people killed. You think because you've got S-Tier genetics and money that you're invincible? I've seen men twice your size and ten times as trained get killed because they thought they were too important to die."

For a moment, the air between them felt electric and dangerous. Elliot's amused expression faded and something intense flashed in those golden eyes as he studied Kieran. The temperature in the room seemed to rise about ten degrees. Kieran was suddenly hyperaware of how close they were, of Elliot's scent surrounding him like a physical presence of cinnamon and dark spice and something uniquely alpha that made his omega instincts purr with interest.

His suppressants should have been blocking this. Should have kept him neutral and professional. But Elliot's S-Tier pheromones were so strong that Kieran could feel them anyway, making his skin feel too sensitive, making his pulse race, making him want things he had no business wanting.

Elliot's eyes darkened as he looked at Kieran, his gaze dropping briefly to Kieran's mouth before meeting his eyes again. "You're different from what I expected," Elliot said, his voice lower and rougher than before. "Most omegas would be intimidated by me. Or trying to please me. You look at me like you'd rather punch me in the face."

Kieran straightened up, putting some desperately needed distance between them. "You're pretty punchable," he said flatly. "Especially when you're being an idiot about your own safety."

That made Elliot laugh, this genuine surprised sound that transformed his whole face from arrogant alpha to something almost boyish. For just a second, Kieran saw past the expensive suit and S-Tier genetics to something real underneath. Then building security arrived, breaking whatever weird moment was happening, and Kieran forced himself back into professional mode.

They spent the next two hours reviewing camera footage and interviewing building staff. The intruder had used a stolen security card from a resident who'd reported it missing two weeks ago. The person was dressed in dark clothes with a ski mask, clearly knew how to avoid most of the cameras, and had professional training based on their movements. They'd gotten into Elliot's penthouse but fled immediately when the alarm triggered, not taking anything or leaving any obvious traces.

The whole thing screamed professional reconnaissance. Someone was testing Elliot's security, seeing how close they could get, learning the layout and response times. This wasn't some random break-in. This was preparation for something bigger.

When the building security finally left, promising to upgrade their protocols immediately, Kieran turned to Elliot with his arms crossed. "We need to talk about security changes. Effective immediately."

"It's two in the morning," Elliot pointed out, glancing at his expensive watch. "Can't this wait until tomorrow?"

"No. Because tonight proved your current security is shit." Kieran pulled out his phone and started making notes. "First, I'm moving in. Starting tomorrow. You need twenty-four-seven protection and I can't do that from across the city. There's plenty of space here and I'll take one of the guest rooms."

Elliot's eyebrows rose with interest. "You want to move in with me? That's moving pretty fast, omega. Usually I buy dinner first."

Kieran ignored the flirtation and the way it made his stomach flip. "It's non-negotiable if you want proper protection. Second, we're changing all your access codes, installing additional security cameras, and I'm running deep background checks on everyone who has access to this building. Third, you're going to actually follow security protocols, which means no more ignoring threats or wandering around alone."

Elliot studied him for a long moment, something unreadable in his expression. Then he nodded slowly. "Okay. Whatever you think is necessary. I'll have my assistant arrange for a guest room to be prepared for you."

The easy agreement surprised Kieran. Maybe Elliot was taking this more seriously than he let on. "Good. I'll move my stuff tomorrow afternoon."

As Kieran turned to leave, Elliot's voice stopped him. "Hunt?"

Kieran looked back.

"Thank you. For coming so quickly. For giving a shit about whether I live or die." Elliot's expression was sincere for once, without the usual smirk or arrogance. "I know I'm being cavalier about all this. It's just... easier to joke than to think about the fact that someone actually wants me dead. But I appreciate that you take it seriously. Even if I don't always show it."

The honesty caught Kieran off guard. He nodded stiffly. "It's my job."

"Still. Thank you."

Kieran left before he could say something stupid in response to the way Elliot was looking at him with those intense golden eyes.