Chan's POV
The moment the elevator doors closed on Minho, Chan's control nearly snapped. His fists clenched at his sides, nails digging into his palms as if the pain could steady the storm inside him.
The scent still lingered in the air; soft, intoxicating, uniquely Minho. An Omega's scent wasn't supposed to drive him this mad. But Minho wasn't just any Omega. He was his.
The wolf inside him prowled restlessly, growling every time Minho's image flashed in his mind. Mate. Claim. Ours.
Chan exhaled harshly, turning away from the elevators. He wasn't used to rejection not in business, not in the pack, not in life. And certainly not from a bond forged by the Moon Goddess herself. But Minho… Minho was different. Fierce despite the tremble in his voice, bold even when cornered. He wasn't like the Omegas who melted under an Alpha's gaze. He resisted.
And that resistance only fueled Chan's hunger.
"CEO Bang?" One of the board members approached cautiously, holding a file. "The meeting in conference room three is about to begin---"
"Reschedule," Chan cut in sharply. His eyes flicked once more to the elevator.
"I have something more important to handle."
The man nodded quickly and scurried away. Chan loosened his tie, his mind already calculating. If Minho thought he could run, he was wrong. No Omega escaped their Alpha not when destiny itself had spoken.
But this wouldn't be easy. Chan wasn't the type to force. He wanted Minho to choose him, to stand at his side willingly. And that meant breaking down every wall Minho had built around himself.
Chan's lips curved slightly as he headed toward his office. "Run if you want, Minho," he murmured under his breath. "But I'll always find you."
The wolf inside him growled in satisfaction. The hunt had begun.
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Minho's POV
Minho leaned against the cool elevator wall, forcing himself to breathe slowly, but his body betrayed him. His hands trembled, his heart raced, and worst of all, his scent spiked with nervous heat. He knew anyone who stepped in could smell it, knew they'd recognize the truth he desperately wanted to hide.
When the doors slid open, he darted out and hurried down the corridor to the intel department. His colleagues were too buried in files and screens to notice his state, thankfully.
He sank into his chair, burying his face in his hands.
"What the hell am I doing?" he whispered to himself.
His wolf snarled back inside him, restless and furious. Mate. Ours. Stop fighting.
But Minho couldn't stop. He wouldn't.
He'd grown up watching what the mate bond could do, how it consumed, how it chained people together whether they wanted it or not. His mother used to warn him that being an Omega meant losing freedom the moment an Alpha laid claim. Minho had promised himself he'd never let that happen.
And now? The most powerful Alpha in Seoul Moon Park, the True Blood heir himself was looking at him as if nothing else in the world existed.
His chest tightened painfully. It wasn't fair.
He wanted to believe he could resist, but the memory of Chan's scent, his voice, his presence, it lingered, coiling around him like invisible chains. His body reacted instinctively, betraying every word of defiance he had spoken.
Minho slammed his fist softly against the desk, his eyes hardening.
"No," he muttered. "I won't let him control me. I'm more than this bond."
But even as he said it, his wolf howled in protest. And deep down, Minho feared the truth.
No matter how much he fought, he was already falling.