Semua Bab The S-Tier's Omega Bodyguard : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The next morning, Kieran was cleared for discharge. His shoulder was healing well, his vitals were stable, and the doctor saw no reason to keep him longer. He was given a prescription for antibiotics and painkillers, instructions to rest for a few days, and sent on his way.He took a cab back to his old apartment, the shitty one he technically still rented even though he'd been living in Elliot's penthouse. He needed his own space. Needed to figure out what the fuck he was going to do next.The apartment was exactly as he'd left it weeks ago. Small, dingy, the furniture secondhand and worn. But it was his. The first place he'd been able to afford after getting his bodyguard license. He'd kept it even after moving into Elliot's penthouse, paying the cheap rent every month because he'd learned early that you always needed a backup plan.Good thing he had.Kieran spent the next three days in that apartment, alone, trying to process everything. His body was still recovering the soreness f

Kieran's hand pressed against his stomach. They'd used condoms. Hadn't they? He tried to remember through the heat haze. Four times they'd fucked. Four desperate, intense couplings.Did they use protection every single time?He genuinely couldn't remember. The heat had made everything blurry. And alpha knots could break condoms if the alpha wasn't careful. If he was too rough. Too desperate."No," Kieran whispered to the empty bathroom. "No, that's not possible."But even as he denied it, his body was telling him something his mind refused to accept.He needed to see a doctor. I needed to know for sure. But the thought terrified him.If he was pregnant if he was carrying Elliot Sinclair's child what the fuck was he going to do?The alpha who'd made it very clear Kieran meant nothing to him. Who was marrying another omega in three months. Who'd paid Kieran a hundred thousand dollars to keep his mouth shut and forget what happened.Kieran pulled himself up to the sink and splashed cold

When he arrived on the twelfth floor, two new alphas, recent hires assigned to strengthen Elliot’s protection after the shooting, were waiting. They snapped to attention as he approached. Both were built like they had spent their entire lives in training academies, shoulders broad, expressions stiff with disciplined neutrality. But the moment they scented him, something was not right. Omegas rarely held leadership positions in security, and Kieran could see the flicker of surprise in their eyes. Some alphas tried to hide it. Others didn’t bother.Kieran ignored it. He’d fought too hard for this position to let outdated stereotypes shake him.“As of today,” he said, tone firm and commanding, “your primary responsibility is ensuring Director Sinclar’s safety. You answer to me. If I give an order, you follow it. Questions?”One of them, Callum, tall and sharp-jawed, shook his head immediately. The other, Marcus, hesitated for a fraction of a second, eyes flicking to the bruise peeking a

Elliot Sinclair liked silence.Not the empty kind, but the control existed because everything was exactly where he wanted it to be. His penthouse was quiet that morning, the city far below reduced to distant movement and muted sound. No chaos. No interruptions. No weakness.And yet, the memory wouldn’t leave him.The panic room.The heat,the moment his control had snapped.Elliot stood by the glass wall, fingers tightening slowly around the crystal tumbler in his hand. The liquor inside barely moved. He hadn’t drunk from it. He didn’t need to.He remembered Kieran’s scent too clearly. Too vividly. The way it had crawled under his skin, bypassed logic, stripped him down to something feral and stupid. The way his body had responded before his mind could stop it.Disgust twisted in his chest.He had lost control.Not because he wanted to.Because an omega had been there shaking, open, responsive in a way that had triggered instincts Elliot had spent his entire life mastering.Weakness.Tha

Kieran woke up exhausted despite having slept seven hours, which should have been more than enough. His body felt heavy, like someone had filled his bones with lead overnight. He lay there for a moment, staring at the unfamiliar hotel ceiling, trying to remember what day it was. Thursday. Day four of this business trip. Three more days to go.He forced himself to sit up, and immediately regretted it. His stomach rolled unpleasantly, a wave of nausea washing over him that made him close his eyes and breathe slowly through his nose. *Hotel food,* he thought grimly. *Should've known better than to eat that salmon last night.*The feeling passed after a minute, and Kieran stood carefully, making his way to the bathroom. The mirror reflected someone he barely recognized dark circles under his green eyes, his face looking thinner and more gaunt than it had a week ago. He looked like shit.*I need to eat better,* Kieran told himself firmly, splashing cold water on his face. *I've been skipp