Chapter 1- The scent he can't suppress

The Voss gala wasn't meant for people like me.

Crystal chandelier bled light over marble floors, men in tailored tuxedos and women in gowns that cost more than my rent, moved like the own the air, I hate it but hate didn't pay the rent and Voss Biotech paid triple for off the- books medic.

"stay in the east Wing, no client contact, take care of the drunk's and keep your head down". My handler said.

I nodded to myself, adjusting the silver mask that hid the lower half of my face. Beta Kade, that was my ID tonight, Safe, Boring and invisible.

for 6 months it worked until the suppressants failed.

The first sign was the temperature spike, one second I was checking a ceo's pulse for alcohol poisoning the next thing the room felt like it was on fire my, glands burned.

Pre-rut.

Shit, not now, not here. I fumbled for my emergency dose but it was too small for me, of course it was, the black market stuff had been getting weaker for weeks, I pressed my wrist to my scent glands trying to smother it, but it was like holding a flood with a paper.

Then I smelled it. Clean, sharp like cold rain on steel, it caught through the cloying perfume and alcohol in the room and locked into me like a homing missile.

Lucien Voss.

I had never seen him up close but everyone in the city knew the s-class Alpha. CEO of Voss Biotech.

The man who controlled 70% of the suppressant market, cold eyes, colder reputation, rumor said he hadn't gone into rut in 5 years because of his regimen.

Right now, that's rumor was dead.

He was across the ballroom hands fisted at his sides, jaw locked like he was fighting himself, even from twenty meters away his scent hit me - Dominant, possessive barely leashed.

Omega's in the room where already swaying some dropping to their knees, Beta looked nauseous.

Me?. My body reacted before my brain could stop it my knees went weak, heat pooled low in my stomach.

Enigma.

The word flashed through my mind like a death sentence, I turned to leave, but it was too late his eyes found me.

Cold, Inhuman, Hungry.

for half a second the entire room fell away, it was just him and me and the pull between us was physical.

my body wanted to go to him but my instinct screamed to run.

I made three steps back before his voice caught through the noise, low, commanding and mean for Alpha's to obey. " stop".

my feet froze, not because I wanted to obey but because my body remembered what it was to be prey.

Security moved in forming a barrier between us Lucien didn't look at them, he didn't blink.

"Get him out of here, now; he said voice rough.

Two guards grabbed my arms I didn't fight, fighting an S-class Alpha's command while in pre-rut was a good way to end up marked and claimed against a wall.

As they dragged me towards the service exit I caught one last look at him he's mask had slipped he wasn't angry he looked desperate.

Like he had just found something he couldn't leave without.

The door slammed shut behind me.

I pressed my back against the Cold wall and slid down hands shaking, my heat had started not yet but if I didn't get a real suppressant in some days it would.

And somewhere in that ballroom, Lucien Voss was losing control for the first time in years.

Because of me.

"Find him". he said.

Yeah good luck with that Alpha.

I am not getting caught.