Elite Omega's Possesive Alpha

Rayne stood in the living room, frustration written all over his face.

“Mom, I don’t want to get married right now! How many times do I need to say it? I already have a boyfriend, and I’m not marrying anyone else but him!” he argued, exasperated.

Rayne Blackwell, the only omega son of his parents, took after his father with his blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. But unlike his dad, who was a dominant alpha with a muscular build, Rayne was slim. An omega.

Well, an elite omega, just like his mom. She had once explained that elite omegas were rare, only one in every hundred, unable to be marked or impregnated by ordinary alphas.

Only dominant alphas could. Elite omegas also carried soothing pheromones strong enough to calm even violent alphas.

But Rayne didn’t care about any of that. He loved an ordinary alpha, Losif, the same boy he’d fallen for in school.

Now in their final year, Rayne and Losif had planned to tell their parents and marry after graduation. But his parents discovered the relationship first, and they disapproved completely.

Usually Rayne could get anything with a tantrum, but this time nothing worked. They insisted he go on a blind date they arranged. Even though he refused repeatedly, it changed nothing. He loved Losif and didn’t want anyone else.

“Rayne,” his father said sternly, “we’re not asking. We’re ordering you to go on the blind date tomorrow. You don’t have any classes anyway. And if you refuse again, I’ll cut off your expenses and freeze your card.”

Rayne’s eyes widened. He was being threatened.

“Dad, how can you do this to me? I’m your lovely son, Rayne!”

But his father’s expression didn’t change. He was completely serious. With no choice, and no ability to survive without his allowance, Rayne reluctantly agreed.

The next day, he woke up and deliberately dressed badly. He pulled on an oversized shirt, two sizes too big.

During a school trip, Losif had once said Rayne didn’t look good in loose clothes, which made it perfect for ruining the blind date.

“Time to scare my date,” Rayne muttered with a mischievous grin.

He paired it with tiny shorts that were barely visible, like a stereotypical troublemaking omega from a movie. Once his parents left for work, he slipped out quietly and got into the car.

As the driver started the engine, Rayne received a message from Losif:

[Losif: My car’s right behind you, just in case. Who knows what kind of alpha that guy might be? Babe, don’t worry, everything will be fine. If it’s not, I’ll step in.]

Rayne smiled and sent him a heart emoji. Leaning back, he sighed. He had no idea what awaited him.

After some time, the car stopped at Hotel Azureline. Rayne stepped out and glanced back at Losif’s car parked a bit further away. Taking a deep breath, he walked inside.

A black-haired man approached him, clearly an alpha, dressed neatly in a jacket and pants.

“Are you Rayne? The one here to meet the boss for a blind date?”

Rayne nodded. The man softened and led him to a beautifully decorated VIP room, elegant and scenic. No wonder the alpha had chosen it.

“The boss will arrive soon. Please wait, I’ll bring something to drink,” the man said, pulling out a chair for him.

When he left, Rayne froze. Boss?

Did that mean the hotel belonged to his date?

He quickly pulled out his phone. Inside the VIP room, Losif couldn’t see him anymore. Should he call?

Before he decided, the door opened. A tall man entered, black suit, white shirt, dark hair, crimson eyes, confident, and composed.

He sat in front of Rayne and extended a hand. “Hello. I’m Lucian Moreau. Nice to meet you.”

“Uh, hi. I’m Rayne Blackwell, twenty-two years old. What about you?”

“I’m twenty-eight,” Lucian replied smoothly. “I run several businesses, mostly hotels.”

Rayne nodded awkwardly, legs dangling off the slightly high chair. When he looked up, Lucian was staring at him with an intense, unreadable gaze.

Rayne cleared his throat. “Okay, so… I don’t plan to get married anytime soon. After this date, please tell my parents you didn’t like me and don’t want to marry me.”

Lucian seemed gentlemanly enough that Rayne expected him to agree. Instead, Lucian smiled softly.

“Why should I do that? I need an heir. My family has been pressuring me to marry and have children. I’ve been on several blind dates, but I think you’re perfect to be my spouse, and you’re beautiful, too.”

Rayne’s eyes widened. No, no, no.

This was heading straight toward a proposal, and he had to stop it.

He stood abruptly and slammed his hands on the table.

“I already have a boyfriend, so I can’t marry you… because I’m pregnant with his child!”

He expected shock, maybe disgust. Any normal alpha would be horrified at an omega carrying another alpha’s child.

But instead, Lucian chuckled.

Rayne blinked up at him, stunned, as Lucian’s crimson eyes met his.

“That was a pretty lame lie,” Lucian said calmly. “You can’t possibly be pregnant by an ordinary alpha. And if your boyfriend were a dominant alpha, he would’ve already marked you. But you’re unmarked, so he’s just an ordinary one.”

Rayne’s jaw dropped.

In under ten seconds, Lucian had analyzed his whole life. Rayne glared. How dare this man be this smart right now?

He crossed his arms with a frown. “Stop laughing, it’s irritating! And so what if he’s an ordinary alpha? He loves me, and I love him. That’s what matters.”

Lucian leaned back, smirking. “You say it doesn’t matter? Wow… you really are a clueless kid, aren’t you? Kitty?”

Rayne’s eyes widened with outrage. “Hey! How dare you call me a kid! And I’m not a kitty! I have a name, use it!”

Before Lucian could reply, the door opened. The same man returned with their lunch, and the cabin filled with delicious aroma.

The moment Rayne saw the plated food, he forgot all about being angry. He immediately dug in.