Unwillingly Yours
He grabbed a jar and threw it at the assistant, which the man avoided by ducking quickly, saving his head.
"Why am I surrounded by fools?!" Oliver cried, pulling his hair. "Why? Why can't anyone provide a solution?!"
"I will get my alpha back," he whispered, placing a hand against his chest. "No one can love Xavier like me."
"I will prove it to him, and he will love me again," Oliver said, his scent turning sweet. "It will be just like before."
His assistant stayed crouched on the ground, his forehead covered in sweat. He clutched his tablet to his chest, his breath coming in heavy pants.
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