All Chapters of The S-Tier's Omega Bodyguard : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Kieran Hunt sat in the gray, depressing office at Elite Security Agency, staring at the coffee-stained wall and wondering why the hell his boss had called him in on his day off. His knee bounced with impatience. He had shit to do. His sister Maya needed money for textbooks, his rent was due in three days, and he'd planned to spend his one free day doing laundry and maybe sleeping for more than four hours. But here he was, waiting like some rookie fresh out of training instead of the best fucking bodyguard this agency had.The door finally opened and Patterson walked in. The gruff beta looked tired, older than his fifty years, with gray stubble and bags under his eyes. He dropped a thick file on the desk between them with a heavy thud that made Kieran's instincts prickle. Big files meant big trouble. Or big money. Sometimes both."Hunt, I've got a job for you," Patterson said, lighting a cigarette even though smoking wasn't allowed in the building anymore. Nobody had the balls to tell

Kieran arrived at Elliot's penthouse building within fifteen minutes of getting the security alert, his heart still pounding from the adrenaline rush and worst-case scenarios playing in his head. The building was one of those ultra-luxury high-rises where the lobby had actual marble floors and a fucking chandelier, the kind of place where Kieran's monthly rent wouldn't even cover the maintenance fees. He bypassed the nervous security guards and took the private elevator straight up to the penthouse, his hand resting on his concealed weapon just in case.When the elevator doors opened on the top floor, everything was quiet. Too quiet. The penthouse door was slightly ajar with obvious scratch marks around the electronic lock where someone had forced entry. Kieran's training kicked in hard. He drew his gun and moved through the doorway silently, sweeping each room with practiced efficiency. The place was massive, probably three thousand square feet of modern furniture, expensive art, and

Kieran arrived at Elliot's penthouse building within fifteen minutes of getting the security alert, his heart still pounding from the adrenaline rush and worst-case scenarios playing in his head. The building was one of those ultra-luxury high-rises where the lobby had actual marble floors and a fucking chandelier, the kind of place where Kieran's monthly rent wouldn't even cover the maintenance fees. He bypassed the nervous security guards and took the private elevator straight up to the penthouse, his hand resting on his concealed weapon just in case.When the elevator doors opened on the top floor, everything was quiet. Too quiet. The penthouse door was slightly ajar with obvious scratch marks around the electronic lock where someone had forced entry. Kieran's training kicked in hard. He drew his gun and moved through the doorway silently, sweeping each room with practiced efficiency. The place was massive, probably three thousand square feet of modern furniture, expensive art, and

The rest of the week continued the same pattern. Elliot pushing boundaries, asking personal questions, finding excuses to touch Kieran.a hand on his shoulder, fingers brushing when passing objects, standing too close in elevators. Kieran maintained his cold professional demeanor but it was getting harder. His body was betraying him more every day. His suppressants felt less effective. He was hyperaware of Elliot constantly where he was, what he was doing, how he smelled.On Friday night, they had a corporate dinner at an upscale restaurant with several of Elliot's business partners. Kieran stayed alert the entire time, scanning the room for threats while Elliot charmed investors and closed deals. The alpha was good at this, Kieran had to admit. The playboy act disappeared when he was in business mode, replaced by someone sharp and focused who knew exactly what he was doing.The dinner ran late, past eleven by the time they finally left. Kieran's instincts were on high alert as they

*WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT*Elliot Sinclair was going to be the death of me. That much I knew for certain.I should have pushed him away. Should have taken better control of the situation. That was the first thought burning through my head the moment Elliot's lips crashed into mine. His mouth was hot, hungry, and insistent, tasting like desperation and something primal that made my heat-addled brain short-circuit completely.I knew I should've stopped him. But my body, drowning in heat and slick and overwhelming biological need, refused to cooperate with my brain. My job was to keep him alive, not to fuck him in a goddamn panic room.But the second I felt him fuck his body pressed into mine, his S-Tier pheromones slamming into me like a physical force, every form of reasoning flew out the door.He made this low, frustrated, desperate sound against my mouth and it shot straight to my cock. My omega instincts were screaming at me to submit, to present, to let this powerful alpha