Love Me Like A Sin: 002

Ilya has learned early that revenge works best when it looks like loyalty, no one expects it coming, it's easier when you wear the same uniform as your enemies and sleep under their roof.

Oh, how much Ilya hates them; the D’Avorin family. Every single one of them makes his blood boil, makes him want to claw his own skin out.

They ruined him, ruined his family, the once perfect life he had and left him to die in the street but somehow, he managed to survive in their home.

How ironic.

The D’Avorin family has taught Ilya how to kill, but they have also taught him how to wait and be the perfect Mafia soldier and the suppressants in his veins is another promise that he will get his revenge.

“So, what's the mission about?” 

Ilya breaks out of his thoughts at the sound of Valen’s voice. He's sitting at the front passenger seat of the car, with another soldier as driver in place, both of them waiting for the Alpha heir who's late. And the moment he slips into the back seat of the car, he's lighting a cigarette, clouding the car with smoke.

Ilya hides his annoyance.

Valen exhales smoke, spreading his pheromones like he owns the air inside the car, with one arm draped over the seat as his eyes slide to Ilya through the rearview mirror, then comes a lazy curve on his lips, the kind that makes people want to hit him or kiss him. Ilya wants to do neither.

Ilya averts his gaze, turning his attention to something else as another soldier explains the mission. The last thing he needs is to be noticed by the alpha heir.

A few seconds later, they are hitting the road, heading straight to Hotel Solaris

*~*~*

The mission is simple: get the goods and get rid of the target without attracting attention. It's not different from any of the missions Ilya has been on over the years. It's not dangerous either but it's the first time Valen is included.

Ilya pokes his cheek in annoyance, knowing the alpha heir is only known for jeopardizing everything he touches.

They arrived at the five class hotel a few minutes later, the other soldiers already waiting. Valen is the first to slip out and when Ilya tries to follow, his side of the car is slammed shut and Valen comes into view.

“You stay here with him,” he points at the driver. 

“But sir—” Ilya tries to protest but Valen presses a finger against his lips to shut him up.

“Father made me in charge of this mission, you are to follow my orders. So, you're going to stay here because I say so, got it, pretty soldier?” 

Ilya blinks rapidly, his gaze landing the alpha's exposed chest before he quickly looks away and draws his face away from Valen's finger. “Yes, sir,” comes his reply with bitterness and annoyance hidden underneath it.

Valen's gaze lingers on him longer than Ilya wants before he smirks and walks away, disappearing into the hotel with the other Soldiers.

“He's such a flirt,” 

Ilya hears the soldier beside him complain in a way that suggests he wants to be flirty with.

Ilya looks at the entrance of the hotel with bubbling anger, realizing he's been excluded from the mission just like that by the bratty alpha heir of the D’Avorin’s family. 

Fuck. Another reason to despise the man whore. The fucking bastard thinks he's better than everyone.

“Crazy asshole,” Ilya mutters under his breath.

*~*~*

Ilya waits in the car with the other soldier, knowing there's nothing he can do now other than to wait for the mission to be completed and get the fuck out of here.

He rests his head against the seat, his eyes shut counting the minutes in his head that passes but that's when he feels it. 

A sharp pain in his abdomen. His eyes snap open at once, his hand going to clench his stomach. 

The pain isn’t like a wound, it’s deep, hot and fucking familiar in the worst way.

“No,” he mutters under his breath, panic clawing through his veins. 

The soldier beside him glances over. “You good?”

Ilya nods quickly. “Yeah. Just… hungry.”

It’s a lie, and a bad one. Ilya shifts in his seat, his heart pounding against its ribcage while his skin feels hot. 

Fuck. Ilya curses under his breath, feeling beads of sweat rolling down his temple.

“You sure you okay, man, you smell weird,” the soldier says again, this time with a suspicious frown as he looks at Ilya.

Ilya is not okay. The suppressant has worn off, Ilya is going through a heat on the worst day and way possible. 

He reaches for the suppressants in his pocket but immediately stops himself, realizing he's not alone. Fuck. He curses under his breath while the pain increases and his scent is slowly changing. 

Shit, he can already feel himself leaking slick in his pants. If he stays here any longer, the whole world will find out his secret.

“Huh…I'm gonna go check what's taking them so long,” he announces and he doesn't wait for a response as he immediately gets out of the car and vanishes into the entrance of the hotel, needing a place to hide.

*~*~*

Ilya doesn't know where he's going but he only knows he has to find an empty room and inject his suppressant.

He stumbles as he walks down the hotel hall, his vision a complete blur while the pain runs through his body like hot lava but clearly, fate isn't on his side because the first room he pushes open isn't empty.

Everyone snaps to look at him. With his blurry vision, he can't make out anyone's faces.

“Sorry,” he apologizes and immediately retreats, stumbling back into the hall to find another room but he doesn't make it far because the next moment, his wrist is grabbed and he's dragged along.

He doesn't protest, he doesn't get the chance to while his brain is clouded with heat and the sudden wave of alpha scent.

One moment, he's in a hall, the next he's in a bedroom and finally, his wrist is released and he falls on the floor. He doesn't think as he grabs the syringe from his pocket and brings the needle to his skin but that's when his wrist is grabbed and his head whips up to meet a familiar pair of green eyes; Valen D’Avorin.

Ilya’s heart sinks to his stomach. No, he can't be exposed like this. What's going to happen to all his plans?

“Let go of me,” he chokes, trying to yank his hand free but the alpha's grasp is strong or Ilya is that weak. 

Fuck. His throat is closing on him and the scent coming from the alpha is not helping his situation. He's leaking more slick, his boner is getting tight in his pants and his body is getting hotter. Ilya yanks at his clothes, wanting to take them off.

“An Omega pretending to be an Alpha, now this is a sight,” 

Valen smirks devilishly. He grabs Ilya' jaw and forces the omega to look at him, moving his face closer to his. “You smell so good,”

Without realizing, Valen’s pheromones start to get stronger, spreading across the room and wrapping Ilya like a blanket to the point he feels like he's drunk on it and Ilya loses control.

“Alpha…please…” Ilya purrs, all senses of reason gone out the window, as he moves closer to the alpha to get more of his scent and in an instant, Valen's eyes darken. He lets go and tries to withdraw but Ilya grabs the front of his shirt and yanks him back.

“Alpha…” Ilya whimpers, his eyes losing their color to blaze a bright blue, his Omega taking over. And without hesitation, he pulls him in and slams their lips together.