Erven was led into the car, his eyes covered with a rough cloth that scratched his skin. His heart was pounding as I tried to understand what was really happening.
Bodyguard Josh: "Boss, where are we headed?"
Lucas: "To the warehouse in the penthouses." (Claren Crescent, Huntsville)
Bodyguard Josh: "Understood, boss."
The car sped through the night, its tires gripping the road, leaving a trail of anxiety behind. Erven sat still, silent, letting the sound of the engine fill the oppressive silence. Every now and then, I heard whispers of plans, mentions of business alliances, hidden dealings between rival companies. His head raced with thoughts: who was this man who had kidnapped him? Powerful? Dangerous? Important? Fear gripped him, but he had no voice, no strength to fight back.
But finally, exhaustion overcame his frail body. His body, tired from a day's work and the trauma of the day, felt heavy. He staggered into a restless sleep, unaware of what was happening behind his blindfold.
He felt himself being lifted, carried with a strong force even though he couldn't see, he could feel the heat of someone's body so close. The musty and cool smell of the warehouse replaced the warmth in the car as he was slowly placed on the old, worn mattress.
Lucas: "Leave him here. Keep watch outside. Don't let him escape."
Bodyguard Josh: "Yes, boss."
Erven barely had time to take a breath when Lucas approached, his aura heavy, intoxicating. His voice drifted in a low, smooth tone, as if it had penetrated deep into Erven's skin.
Lucas: "Sleep well.."
And then a sharp greeting hit his neck, making him jerk awake.
Erven: "Argh! Who—who is this?!"
Lucas: "It's me, don't you remember?"
The blindfold was removed, and Erven's gaze locked on Lucas's eyes. A strange, strong pull, binding him, frightening and enchanting at the same time. Only then did he realize that he had been carried away by a stranger due to the chaos his father, Juan, had caused.
Erven: "Please, let me go.. I beg you." he whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desperation.
Lucas: "Huh? No need to beg for now, this is where you stay.. until your father shows up. Understand?"
The words crept in, heavy and cold. But Lucas's thin reflection, a combination of pleasure and curiosity, made Erven's chest throb with an incomprehensible feeling.
Erven: "Those eyes.. I feel like I've seen them before."
Lucas raised his eyebrows, his lips curled into a small, teasing smile.
Lucas: "Hey, why are you staring at me like that? You should know I don't get tempted easily, beta."
Erven's scent was weak, almost like a normal beta, not like the omega that usually tempted a man like Lucas's instincts—yet the strange tension between them didn't disappear.
Erven: "I, I've seen your eyes somewhere. that's why I stared. forgive me.." he whispered slowly, fragilely.
Lucas's expression changed slightly, there was a hint of interest and perhaps a faint admiration. He stepped closer, closing the thin distance between them.
Lucas: "So, you know how to tease, huh? I thought you were the quiet type, only answering when spoken to…"
Before Erven could move, Lucas' lips had captured his. The kiss was rough, demanding, as if to mark his possession. Erven's breath caught, his body shivered as Lucas pressed, demanding, as if to know every corner of his weakness. A sharp bite on his lip made a drop of blood flow, Lucas' cruel smile deepened as Erven winced in shock and confusion.
That was the first time Erven's body had been touched in such a way. The heat, the closeness that squeezed, the painful dominance, it was something foreign and frightening. Up until now, only heat-retardant medicine had restrained his body and emotions.
Lucas's hand crept down, touching the most sensitive area. Erven's body shivered in an uncontrollable realization, his legs bound, his heart pounding with shame and a strange, shameful desire. But Lucas stopped before he could cross the final threshold. His eyes were sharp, full of purpose. This wasn't about Lucas wanting something else. He wanted Juan, Erven's father.
Lucas: "Do you like this, little beta? What's your name?"
The title little beta stabbed his heart, making Erven flinch, embarrassed, humiliated. His voice was small, barely audible:
Erven: "Seo Erven."
Lucas: "So that's your name, fitting for someone like you."
Erven: "And.. your name, sir?"
A low, dark laugh escaped Lucas' lips.
Lucas: "Me? Hahaha.. I'm Fabian Lucas. Call me Lucas, your little beta."
For the first time, Erven's heart felt the existence of someone outside his small world. The pain and compulsion were intertwined with a piercing curiosity. He was afraid, humiliated, but somehow. attracted.
Lucas left him there, cold and in control. All the touches, kisses, and games were not out of desire but power. To subdue him.
Left on the shabby mattress, Erven felt the weight of the night pressing down on his chest. His heart ached not only because of the humiliation, but because of the teasing, painful feeling. Lucas's touch, his lips, his teasing voice all haunted his nerves.
He felt small, worthless, but alive, too alive.
He shivered alone in the dark, his body still hot with memories he didn't want. The warehouse was quiet, but inside him a thousand things were cracking. That night, he knew his life would never be the same again.