Chapter 3

Jordan's POV

Shame washed over me as I laid on the floor, unable to raise my head. The pain of being beaten and thrown in the mud and the humiliation from their mockery was nothing close to what I felt now.

His presence was suffocating, or maybe, I had forgotten how to breathe. It wasn't just about that, the intoxicating alpha scent filled me and confused my soul.

His gaze was firm on me and his footsteps clicked softly against the tiled floor as he walked closer to me. His scent grew now, making things even worse for me.

“Alpha Lorenzo…I…” the words were heavy in my mouth as I struggled to speak. He still didn't say a word, just the rhythmic pattern of his footsteps approaching, making his scent even stronger.

Killian?!

If only I had known he'll be back early, I would have just found a way to get a change before coming in.

He shouldn't see me this dirty? Bloody hell! He should stay away from me! I can't fucking think straight!

And then, there was a sudden pause in his steps. The heat from his skin was already pulsing and I felt it hot on me.

My hands were trembling as I slowly raised my head, my eyes still glued to the floor, daring not to look him in the eye.

But his words cut through the silence. Cold, calculating and somewhat cruel.

“You're staining my floor, Jordan?”

It wasn't just about what he said, it was about seeing me this way. It was very inappropriate and embarrassing. My cock was hardened and despite the tension, the omega wolf in me was craving Killian and I couldn't stop it.

I was just crying over my dead parents, why is my body doing this?

My heart raced even harder after he spoke, my teeth gnashing and my head pounding with a splitting headache.

“I…I'm sorry, I'll…uhm…”

A sweat drop rolled down my head, mixing with the mud on my face and dropped to the ground. The splash sent a chill down my spine and his face reddened the more.

How voice shot through me and forced me to stare at him, frozen, speechless and confused.

“Look at me!”

His eyes scanned me coldly, the silence between us deafening and my heart racing with a speed that could kill me if I didn't do something about it.

“Forgive me, Alpha Lorenzo,” I begged as that was all I could think of to calm the burning tension in me. “I'll clean it up.” My tiny voice was able to say and my hands nervously reached for my zipper, trying to hide it.

“I…uhm…” my fingers pointed to the direction of the hallway, where the cleaning utensils were in my confused state. Without any further hesitation as the walls were closing in on me, I turned around now and headed away, taking the first stride in the air to get past the marble edged threshold.

But with light speed, the whooshing air was the first message and was followed by his firm grip, pulling me back as though I was weightless and drew me back to himself.

“Don't worry about it,” his growly voice said, his gaze locked on me.

“The other omegas will handle it.”

His words broke me. The one escape route I had was taken. He calmly observed me, like a piece of glorified artwork, his eyes narrowing slightly at me at intervals and straying away to my cock.

I tried to turn away from him, but he held me firmly and my right hand was all I got to cover my shame. My work kept on whining in my head, further worsening the awkwardness of the situation and not wanting to stop its desperation.

Despite what Killian did to me, somehow, it was still yearning for him, which was absolutely abnormal, or except, it wasn't craving for him.

Then who? Why now?!

God no!

This is so wrong.

His eyes scanned me endlessly with a smirk on his lips and he hadn't let me go. My arm was beginning to hurt further and his strong alpha hormones and energy were beginning to kick in and confuse my head more.

His strong scent was messing with my brain and I couldn't keep my head straight anymore. My cock was only hardening further and my face was reddened.

But his gaze didn't break, he only leaned in further, taking a sniff off my face and paused abruptly, studying me carefully.

“Killian's scent is heavy on you? What did my son do to you?” He raised an eyebrow. “He did this to you?” His face folded into a thick contemptuous scowl and my soul shook with fear.

If I said exactly what happened, Killian was dead meat.

“Uhm, no.” I replied quickly.

He still looked at me with a raised brow, and I had to reassure him.

“I promise, he didn't do anything. I just tripped while I was heading home. I was hallucinating,” I lied.

He didn't say a word and the thickening silence was making the lasting awkwardness drive me nuts.

“Please, just let me go clean myself up, I promise I'll come back and clean the floor.” I pleaded, my eyes staring at my cock that was only protruding further.

A sharp pain shot in between my thighs as he replied and my stomach twisted in pain.

“You stay here," his growly voice commanded, his grip tightening harder. He pushed me softly against the wall, but the sheer weight of his Alpha aura slammed into me like a physical blow.

My human mind was screaming in terror, suffocating in the shame of my muddy clothes and my bleeding toe.

But my omega? My omega was completely hijacked. Lorenzo's scent, dark, spicy, and overwhelmingly dominant wrapped around my throat and choked out my panic, replacing it with a blinding heat.

It was too much. The trauma of the fire circle, Killian's betrayal, the exhaustion, and now this suffocating, intoxicating Alpha energy pinning me down. My body couldn't process the extremes.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. The friction of the wall and the sheer, crushing pressure of his dominance pushed my clogged senses right over the edge.

My stomach was also twisting harder, my pants were already wet and weakened from the dirt. My cock was like a gun, ready to strike at any moment and I could feel it was near. It was only annoying because he just wouldn't let me go and I couldn't hold it back.

“Please,” I tried to beg, but he pushed me against the wall softly, still not letting go of my hand and in that moment, everything shattered.

A sharp sound tore through the room as my cock forced it's way out of my pants and spilled cum on his legs and all over the place.

A tear drop rolled down my eye as I knew clearly, I was done for.

Time seemed to pause for a split second as he observed me, not even taking a look at the new mess I had made, he only leaned in closer, his breath heavy on my skin now.

My fists clenched as I stood and he closed the gap between us.

Just a little further and his skin would touch mine.

Just a little further and his hand I had stained with my cum would grab it.

Just a little further and our lips would meet, a tiny itty bitty space left for us to kiss.

I forced a huge lump down my throat and took a deep breath and stood on my toes now.