Chapter One: part 2

And on entering the mall, all items here were probably made of glass. Christ, it is so big and shiny, I hope to goddess this is not human trafficking, my old man better be playing pranks. I see no reason why someone this high should want to have anything to do with my family, not to talk of a lowly omega like me.

I am met with 27 men and maybe above but the moment I tried walking further into the mall, it was as if they knew I have an appointment with someone here, who am I kidding, surely no one could have the balls to come here without tangible reasons and enough security check. Which brings me to ask, who the hell is this man?

Four men escorted me to the elevator and two followed me up the highest floor of the building. The highest floor which is the fiftieth floor, who builds a company with many floors, The voldov family are really something. The hairs on my neck are starting to stand with the realization that I may be getting trafficking and I’m willingly walking into it.

Oh my god….

On getting there I saw a man seated on a black leathered sofa chair. A man endowed with the features and beauty of an angel… which I won’t be saying out loud. Who the fuck in their right senses admire the features of their soon to be trafficker.

But him with his leg crossed on that chair as if he is placed on his own fucking throne, it does something to my stomach and not in a good way. He looks at me like I am his prey and oh god I went weak at the knees.

This man is scary. The hot kind of scary.

He is the human version of the devil, all put together and looking too perfect for any flaw of his to even be noticed, if that is not the attribute of the one you call a devil, I don’t know what else can convince me otherwise.

Like when the devil wants to make a debut and come retreat to earth. yes that! This man looks exactly like the devil. The hot and spicy version of lucifer himself…. Yup I better shut the fuck up.

I’m probably becoming a deranged motherfucker. So, it is true crazy rubs off on people. umm… probably got mine from my excuse of a father then.

He looks me over before casting his eyes back to the files his huge desk, one huge enough to place someone for a nice quick fuck. Oh Christ.

I don’t even want to know why my mind drifted to that part of this whole awkward meeting, probably his stance? Man is fine as hell.

Once he opened his mouth… I knew it immediately, that this man, whoever he is. He is a very dangerous person, that I have no idea of how my sperm donor who is an excuse of a father got him to seal a deal with him, or could it be the other way round?

…. I AM DEAD.

If this man wants me, he looks like the type to get whatever it is that he wants.

I have always known my death will come from my excuse of a father but not in this manner and not this early.

“Sit” that word, no matter how little it might be, still sent shocks that comes waves after waves and it made me bow my head.

I am an omega, yes, but not the stereotyped omega, where you have them all gentle in nature or maybe docile or maybe coward and even easily scared. I am well trained not to cower or succumb to fear and I will bow for no Alph- well dominant alpha to be exact but whatever.

I followed his hand motion to sit on a smaller black leathered chair that feels too soft compared to the visuals of the chair but that is the least of my problems right now.

I can’t help but imagine how the fuck he gets to be so composed at his age.

If I am not wrong, this should be Damiel voldov, the well-known business tycoon that went from being a mafia heir to the most eligible business owner in Italy with the help of his younger brothers, mostly known as the world eligible bachelors and deadliest men to have ever existed, and in other countries. Because the name outside this mall has literally spelt out who I was coming to see but I decided to act oblivious to it.

He lifts his right leg off the other to sit completely straight and gods if that wasn’t so hot but I space out, still… allowing my eyes wander towards what was below his belt, oh fuck, my scent could change anytime soon and from the way I see his men shifting as if I’ve made them uncomfortable, yup my scent already changed. Too late Charlie. It’s so hot seeing your scent is sweet enough to daze alphas. Shut the fuck up.

I shrugged it all down and continued to stare blankly at him, only if he knows how much I am currently eye fucking him. But then seriously, don’t blame me, there is something about Damiel Voldov that does the trick for me. I think it’s the age thingy.

He looked at the man standing still beside him and he got a nod in reply before the man took strong strides towards me and I had to grip the chair ends grasping myself for something bad to happen. Holding unto my dear life.

Who wishes to die as a virgin? Nah, not me.