Zane stirred awake with a strange suffocation in his chest. It took him a moment to realize why.Asher was plastered against him like glue. His arms, legs and even his damn cheek smushed against Zane's chest like an octopus tangle he couldn't peel away even if he wanted to.Not that Zane was totally innocent either. His own arms were cinched around Asher's narrow waist and Zane knew they might have been in this position for a while.His memory flickered, filling his mind with images of him carrying Asher to bed after the man passed out on his chest last night. He should have just shirked him off and dumped him on the floor...instead...Zane clenched his jaw, eyes cutting toward the bathroom door. He remembered the bottle he'd found, Asher's stash of alpha pheromones. He'd tossed it into the trash without thinking, disgust rolling in his gut. Then he did something even worse. Last night, after dropping Asher on his bed, Zane grabbed a wet washcloth and cleaned the slick and cum from be
Zane's eyes widened as he watched the blur of motion. Never before had he witnessed anyone move with such lightening speed.One minute Asher was crouching against the wall, and the next he slammed right into Zane, wrapping his entire four limbs around Zane like a spider monkey, sinking his teeth into Zane's neck."Zane... You're here... I told you I'm f-fine..." He stumbled through his words which were barely intelligible as he sucked on Zane's neck, tasting his blood and breathing in his scent. "Fuck. Fuck. Touch me.... I can't... I need..."Zane felt his entire body tremble and his internal wolf growled in his psyche, clearly torn. A large part of him wanted to hold Asher, stroke his back comfortingly and fuck into his dripping ass. But another part of him was raging. Asher was scenting another Alpha. The second Alpha scent in the room felt like a fucking challenge. It was absolutely ridiculous how he felt, but Zane couldn't control it. His teeth was grinding in pure rage and he w
Zane was one persistent motherfucker, and Asher knew he would keep calling until he picked up the call. To make matters worse, Zane might still have his apartment bugged and might be able to see what was happening to him currently. Although Asher had checked his apartment building for hidden cameras a few weeks ago and found none, he still didn't trust that fucker. With a groan, Asher cleared his throat and picked up the phone. He had to pretend to be normal so Zane wouldn't know something was up with him.As soon as he picked up, he barely had time to say hello before Zane started to speak in a tone filled with urgency."Asher, something happened at the company today, and I'll need you to come. It's of grave importance that you..." There was a pause, and Zane went silent on the other end. Asher who had barely heard what Zane was talking about over the roaring of his own blood in his ears, froze, realizing he must have made a sound over the phone."Asher...are you listening to me?" Z
This was all Zane's fault.Asher could feel his pulse throbbing in his throat. Why the fuck did he even agree to join this Alpha in his car?! No one should know Asher was no longer an Alpha but with the way this guy… Ethan—or whatever his name was—kept looking at him with interest and lust convinced him that his secret was out.But Asher was desperate to guard his dignity, “Why are you fucking hitting on me? Do I fucking look like an omega to you?” He snapped, shocking Ethan who just eyed him with a puzzled look.Asher frowned when a low, smooth laugh bubbled from Ethan.“I apologize,” the man said between laughs. “Who would've thought that an Alpha and Alpha relationship was a taboo these days?”It wasn't.Heat burned Asher’s face as a wave of embarrassment crashed into him. He could barely hold Ethan’s gaze.God.This was mortifying. Out of desperation and fear, he’d acted irrationally.No doubt he’d almost given himself away.“No need to look so embarrassed, Asher,” Ethan said so
Asher had been fine that morning. Or at least, he'd thought so, until he'd caught sight of his reflection in the mirror.Was...was his waist slimmer? And his hips...they were not wider, exactly, but they looked different...different enough to make him freeze mid-step.He stared so hard his reflection almost glared back at him and soon Asher felt his stomach cave and drop onto the floor. No. no. no. no. This wasn't happening. He was starting to look like a fucking omega. His hips were fuller. What the fuck?By the time he'd thrown on sneakers, he had no thought in his head, than to head straight to the neighborhood gym. He soon arrived there and climbed onto a treadmill almost immediately as if it could erase whatever the hell was happening to his body.On the treadmill, Asher began running. he ran like the devil was chasing him. His heart rate was through the roof and his lungs were burning, but he didn't care. He just knew he couldn't look like this...or let anyone start putting two
Everyone in the conference room was still processing the man's claims when Zane's voice cut through the shocked silence. "Out. All of you."The command in his tone left no room for hesitation. Immediately, chairs scraped against the floor and the scientists in the meeting with Zane shuffled to their feet with dumbfounded looks on their faces. The room empties one by one, each of them giving Zane a quick glance before slipping out.The homeless-looking man who claimed to be Asher's father stayed where he was as the security guards let go of his arms, leaving the room as well to stand right outside the door. His brows lifted in mild surprise, as though he hadn't expected every single person in the room to obey anyone but...well, Asher, the man he'd named.Lips curling in doubt and curiosity, he turned to look at Zane. "So...you're the one in charge now? Where is Asher? Isn't he the boss anymore?""That's right," Zane replied in a flat voice, staring at the man who disrupted his meeting.