Semua Bab Scent-enced to the Alpha’s Court: Bab 1 - Bab 8

By nine o'clock, the rain had finally eased, leaving Bangkok washed clean. Neon lights shimmered across rain-soaked streets, turning every puddle into a pool of shifting color.Inside their cramped downtown apartment, hip-hop pulsed through the speakers. The air smelled of expensive shampoo, vanilla body spray, and the faint burn of tequila.Kavin stood in front of the mirror, studying his reflection. His cheeks were already warm from the pre-party shots Sky had insisted on. A crumpled black T-shirt landed in a heap on the floor as he reached for an emerald-green silk shirt. The fabric was sheer enough to tease without revealing too much. He left the top three buttons undone, exposing the smooth line of his collarbones and a hint of pale skin.He tucked the shirt into fitted black leather pants that hugged him like a second skin before shrugging into his favorite cropped motorcycle jacket, black leather covered in silver zippers and studs. The combination made him look exactly how he

The private jet touched down at Suvarnabhumi Airport at five in the morning, disappearing into the thick gray fog hanging over Bangkok.Phana Akarachin had barely slept in three days.The Tokyo summit had been a disaster.His father and the Minamoto Pack council had spent hours pushing political obligations, family expectations, and outdated traditions onto his shoulders. Phan had fought back the only way he knew how, with contracts, negotiations, and carefully chosen words sharp enough to cut.In the end, he got the deal.Akarachin Holdings came out ahead.But the victory felt meaningless.Because all he could think about was Bangkok.And one particular Omega who smelled like rain and storms.The moment his Mercedes entered the underground gates of Akarachin Tower, Phan was already reviewing the corporate attendance reports on his tablet.He scanned through the list.Then stopped.*Kavin Sirilert - Absent.*His expression immediately changed."Where is he?"The question was quiet.To

The studio floor of Akarachin Holdings was a chaotic symphony of flashing strobe lights, soft umbrella diffusers, and high-strung crew members. Everyone in the creative division had been counting down to this shoot for months, the launch of AURA, the syndicate's revolutionary new line of pheromone-suppressing and enhancing products.Kavin stood behind his heavy tripod, adjusting the aperture on his camera with practiced, fluid precision. He was the picture of unbothered professionalism, his sharp mind completely locking in on the job. His long fingers adjusted the focus ring, effectively blocking out the lingering stress of the previous days.Upstairs in the glass-walled executive boardroom, the atmosphere was a stark, suffocating contrast.Phana sat at the head of the dark mahogany conference table, surrounded by division heads. To anyone else, the Chairman looked as imposing and stoic as ever, clad in a tailored charcoal suit. But underneath his calm exterior, his attention was comp

The ride back to the marina was wrapped in an suffocating, electric silence. Sunlight glinted off the ocean waves, but inside the luxury vehicle carrying Kavin back to his house, the atmosphere was dense with unsaid words.Kavin sat pressed against the passenger door, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his gaze glued to the passing scenery outside. His throat felt dry, his lips still tingling with the phantom sensation of Phana’s skin. Every time he closed his eyes, the taste of bourbon and Prime Alpha pheromones flooded his senses, sending a humiliating, hot shiver straight down his spine.How was he supposed to face Sky? How could he explain that he had gone onto a corporate yacht for free food, ended up having a traumatic panic attack over fireworks, and finished the night completely nude, swallowing his tyrant CEO down to the last drop? He couldn't. Sky would never let him live it down. So, Kavin resolved to lock the incident away in the vault of his mind, right next to hi