Chapter Two

Liam choked and pulled off Asher’s cock with a gasp, his eyes widening as he saw the other Alpha at the door. He coughed thickly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as his face heated.

Gods, he didn’t mean to get caught, but he wasn’t exactly bothered because he knew Asher had his back and would protect him from whatever fallout that’d follow if Zane West snitched on him.

Anyway, since they had been busted, Liam expected Asher to cover up, and so he tried to stand up, but Asher’s voice froze him halfway to standing. “Did I tell you to get up?” 

“Alpha…” Liam breathed in a hesitant voice, glancing towards Zane again, but Asher’s fingers interrupted him, closing around his neck and making him drop back to his knees. His hand trembled as he crawled back between Asher’s spread thighs. 

Rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock when he met Liam’s watery eyes, Asher growled. “Suck.” The omega’s throat bobbed in a nervous swallow.

But he obeyed.

Of course, he obeyed.

Liam’s mouth slid back over him, and the faintest, neediest moan vibrated in his throat. Asher just smirked and dragged his gaze up slowly at the man still standing at the threshold, back ramrod straight beneath his stack white coats. His face had to be carved from stone from how blank they were, devoid of every and any emotions.

It annoyed Asher a little, so he said in a voice like silk drawn over glass. “Bastard. Get out of the room unless you plan on enjoying the show.”

He knew that word would sting Zane. it always did because it was the reminder that Zane was just a fucking stray dragged in from the streets and polished until he shone a little. It was his obligation to remind Zane of his place beneath him.

Despite the name calling, Zane’s face was a blank canvas, totally unreadable. Then, wordlessly, he turned on his heel and walked out.

Sneering at the now empty spot, Asher chuckled, “Coward.”

Then he yanked Liam back with one brutal pull of his hair until he popped off his cock with a wet pop.

“Open your mouth,” Asher ordered, his free hand fisting tight around his slick length.

Liam obeyed instantly, lips parting, tongue wet and pink as it waited.

Asher began to stroke himself again, pumping fast and hard. Finally he was shoved off that edge he’d been hovering on and hot, thick cum spilled over his knuckles, spraying Liam’s face.

After that, Asher let him go by pushing him away, and Liam fell to the floor, panting. 

“You… uh…” Liam started, glancing toward the door as if expecting Zane to materialize again. “You didn’t care that he saw us?”

Asher’s mouth twisted, a faint shadow of amusement crossing his face. “Care?” He snorted softly. “Why should I care about him?”

“Right.” Liam nodded and licked his lips nervously.

“The things they say about him…?” he asked again, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Are they true?”

Asher’s gaze flicked toward him. “What things?” He asked reluctantly, slightly irritated by the mention of Zane when he could be doing something else.

“That he’s your father’s illegitimate son?” Liam pressed.

An icy smile touched Asher’s lips, and he nodded. “Oh, yes. He's my father’s bastard, and when we were eight, Charles couldn’t pretend he didn’t exist anymore.”

“He’s an arrogant piece of shit, you know,” Liam muttered, bitterness leaking into every word. “He thinks he’s better than the rest of us because our supervisor consultant favors him.”

Asher’s brows arched, but he didn’t interrupt.

“He walks around like he’s untouchable. Like we’re all beneath him,” Liam continued, voice picking up momentum. “I swear he thinks he’s already a goddamn consultant.”

“He’s nothing but an intern just like the rest of us, only he’s got a chip on his shoulder. He’s so fucking cold and to make matters worse, nobody else sees through his bullshit and they all think he’s this kind, talented Alpha even when he’s obviously looking down on everyone else.” Liam sneered. “I really fucking hate him.”

Asher watched him quietly, fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the bedrail.

Liam noticed and pushed further, hungry for his reaction.

“You should do something,” Liam said, eyes glinting. “Ever since he got the most promising intern award two months ago because of his research results, he’s been acting weird.”

At that, Asher’s interest sharpened like a blade, and he leaned forward, gaze dark and predatory. “And what exactly do you mean by...weird?”

Liam’s lips parted, and he looked deliciously wicked at that moment. “Well,” he whispered. “It’s no news that he’s been going to the main hospital to discuss with the board and Mr. West Sr. Everyone just assumes he’s the next heir because of how close he seems with your grandfather, but i just think he’s sucking up to him by over involving himself in the projects.”

Asher’s smile turned cold. “That so?” He leaned back into the bed, and his eyes darkened. “I think I have a task for you, Liam.”