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Hayden's POV

The bar was lively and incoherent chatters filled the alcohol scented air. Several monied individuals ringed tables, chatting and laughing occasionally.

"Oi! Mi Reina,"a Beta bartender–Dave–called out to me.

I was neither a princess nor a girl.

Dave referred to me in such manner because I was an Omega. My body and facial features were seductively feminine and my shoulder length hair didn't leave much room for clarity.

I couldn't count the times where people mistook me for a girl if I wanted to.

"You should be happy you look more beautiful than most females despite being a man," my friends would often say.

But, what I felt was far from happiness as most people, after learning the truth about my gender would often think of me as a conquest and feel the need to get in my pants.

"For a millionth time, stop calling me that," I cautioned, glaring up at Dave.

"Can't help it." he shrugged his shoulders to which I rolled my eyes.

"Usual?" The bartender asked and I nodded in confirmation.

With a swift motion, his hands mixed a bunch of liquids together, shaking the mixture frantically before pouring it into a cup with some ice cubes.

"Here," he smiled and slid my requested drink across the mahogany counter.

"So what brought you here?" Dave asked, resting his folded arms on the table.

I lifted my drink sarcastically.

"No no no, I know you came here to drink........."

"And you asked such a stupid question?" my inner monologue asked with a scoff.

I stared at him, sipping my drink and savoring its tangy taste.

"....... it's just that you've been coming here a lot lately."

"...." I sat wordlessly.

He was right.

A slight frown quickly mounted my forehead and disappeared just as fast, but the Beta caught sight of it.

"I hope you're alright." Dave patted my shoulders and moved to the customer seated beside me.

I sighed, rubbing my temples as the memories of that day slowly crept into my mind.

The visceral screams, the shattering of furnitures and my erratic heartbeats as I watched the drama unfold — they all replayed in my head.

My sister's harsh words rang through my head over and over as the image of her enraged self sat before my closed eyes.

I remembered staggering through the halls, my vision blurry and my head spinning. I had somehow gotten insanely intoxicated from a glass of alcohol at my sister, Zara's engagement party.

I clung desperately to the walls of the hotel's hallway, my hazy eyes darting around for my room number even though all the figures appeared jumbled up.

"Come, let me help you, Hayden," a familiar voice offered and my arm slid onto broad shoulders. It was my sister's husband, Chris'.

Although my eyes were bleared, they didn't fail to miss sight of the mischievous smirk that played on his lips and the wicked glint in his eyes.

The Alpha had been making advances at me despite being in a relationship with my sister. I refused them, obviously, and he soon stopped. Little did I know it was the calm before the storm that was to come.

My strange drunkenness and his availability —both seemed too much of a coincidence.

"No, I'm fine," I slurred, retracting my arm to my side. Still searching for my room, I swagged along the vacuous and twisty hallway.

"No, no, no, baby......."

My stomach churned at the pet name.

"........ I'll help you," Chris said, returning my arm to its former position – over his shoulders. Holding my waist, he walked me to the room I've been desperately trying to find seconds ago.

He inserted the room key, turned the door handle and the door to the hotel room swung open.

At this point, there was little to no energy left in me. My body slumped against him, betraying me. He carried me, my back rested on one arm and the back of my knees on the other.

"Hmph!" Chris grunted as he dropped me on the bed.

I laid on the bed, immobile. I could do nothing but watch him through my hazy eyes as he paced around the room.

I could hear his frantic breathing and see the lust that burned in his eyes.

In a flash, his clothes came off his body and he mounted the bed, looming over me.

"Acting all high mighty when you're just nothing but a pleasure hole. I asked you out and you rejected me..........thrice! Now look at you, at my mercy."

His pheromones enveloped me and I could feel a bile rise in my throat. It was nauseating, but my damned body trembled with arousal, betraying me once again.

I hated it. I hated being an Omega. I hated that it took just a release of pheromones to have me in heat and begging to be laid.

His cold hands explored my heated body, ripping off every fabric in their way.

"You're so slim," he commented as he slid his hands along my curves.

I shuddered with disgust.

As though someone had heard my internal requests for help, the door flew open and a group of people spilled in.

Now standing in the room was Zara, my parents and a few guests from the engagement party.

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Hayden's POV

"I trusted you! I loved you! I cared for you! What did you ask for that I didn't give?"

Zara's words pierced through the air like a loud bang.

The veins on her neck bulged through her skin as she screamed, her eyes glossy with tears.

"Baby, please believe me, it was his pheromones....I swear. You know I love you and I can't do such a thing to you," he lied, placing his hand on his forehead, feigning a headache.

Unfortunately for him, Zara saw through his bold-faced lie.

The room stood silent for a few seconds.

"I don't want you here. Leave!" My sister's Alpha voice finally rang through the room, laced with rage and disappointment.

That was the angriest I had seen her.

Scrambling to put on his clothes, Chris exited the room.

"And you......" Zara directed towards me, her eyes burning through my skin.

"Get up now!" She ordered, but I couldn't if I wanted to. I laid naked from the waist up, trembling but unmoving.

"I...I can't. My body won't move. I...I don't know why," I croaked, tears streaming down my cheeks. I wanted them to believe that I wasn't lying; that I was the victim.

But, they didn't. They didn't believe me.

I could see the disgust and disappointment in the guests' eyes as they watched.

"I regret ever birthing a child like you," my mother said and left the room, sniffling.

"Such a disgraceful child," my father added, following his wife.

Each person left the room, with one or two things to say about my 'scandalous' act.

Only Zara remained in the room, still glaring at me. If it weren't for her self control, she would have driven a knife into me. I could see her teary eyes and the rage that burned in them.

"Believe me. I did not try to seduce your fiancé," I begged.

She didn't believe me; she couldn't if she wanted to. After all, this wasn't the first time this was happening.

Zara's back was the last thing I saw as she left the room and I blacked out.

"Hey! That's enough, you're dead drunk," Dave said, shortening my trip down the memory lane.

"I'm not. I'm fine!" I slurred stubbornly.

"Come here. Let me take you home. I'm done with my shift," he offered, sliding my arm over his shoulders.

But the last thing I wanted to do was go home. Ever since that incident, everyone had been avoiding me like a plague. Just earlier, I had caught a rumor about my father's plan to disown me and send me packing.

I was innocent, but in my world, even the innocent had prices to pay.

"No, I'm fine." I took my arm off his shoulders, attempting to stand straight. I managed to stand erect, surprising Dave. His eyes widened with amusement as I strutted out of the bar, without so much as a stagger in my movement.

"Bye!" I bade to which he reciprocated with a wave.

I only made it a few blocks down the street before my legs collapsed beneath me.

"Are you okay?" A man asked, his deep voice soft and soothing.

A long veiny arm stretched towards me and I lifted my head to see Alexander McQueen!

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Hayden's POV

Alexander McQueen!

Sole son of prestigious elites–Mason McQueen and Emily McQueen–and acting CEO of the successful E&M empire.

Alexander was imposing in nature. The Hyper–dominant Alpha wore his pride like a second skin, radiating confidence and commanding power every where he went. Money made him wealthy, but his refined business intelligence made him wealthier.

Endowed with an excellently carved body and a finely sculpted face, his exquisite fashion sense made high–end models look like beggars.

The Alpha was amazingly kind and humble, contradicting the usual snobbish behaviour of average upper class individuals. Well, that was not surprising as Alexander was anything but average.

My first encounter.......encounter? It was more of a sighting of him. Alexander weaved through the crowd at the party, magnificently, taking every step with deliberation.

His lips were curled up in a practiced smile as he exchanged pleasantries with everyone he walked past.

Even if I tried, I couldn't deny that he looked like he belonged.......like he belonged in the world of Business. Then, there was me who couldn't socialize even if I was compelled to.

And these were all the more reasons why I was surprised by our sudden encounter on the street.

Alexander stood tall before me, his alluring blue eyes staring into my dark brown ones. A slight frown sat on his forehead as he looked at me with concern.

"Yes! I...I'm alright," I stuttered, my face heating up.

I held his icy calloused hand and he helped me up.

"Thank you," I sighed gratefully and proceeded to dust my clothes.

"I'd rather you take me out for a drink as appreciation," the Alpha expressed flirtatiously.

His words took me by surprise and my eyes failed to hide my amusement.

The two suited men behind him were also taken aback by his statement. He didn't do this often.........that, I was sure of.

"I just finished drinking a while ago," I informed.

"One more drink won't hurt and you don't seem like you have a low alcohol tolerance," Alexander insisted, leaning in with a smirk and I felt my body twitch with excitement.

Our journey to the bar was a blur, but I found myself sitting across him and drinking away.

Everytime my eyes caught sight of the Alpha staring at me, my cheeks would flush red and I'd down a cup to suppress my shyness.

"How old are you?" The words dripped out of my mouth, with a slight slur. I was drunk.

Not much of a surprise.

"....one more drink...." Yeah, right! I ended up drinking five more cups because he kept gawking at me like I was some spectacle. "32," he answered, his deep voice piercing into my ears like classical music.

I let out an exaggerated gasp at the newfound information.

"32? I'm 24!" I cried, sliding my fingers round the edge of my cup.

I was dead drunk and displaying, and Alexander was clearly relishing every second of it. The Alpha sat, periodically chuckling, evidently entertained.

"I'm so sleepy," I finally yawned, resting my head on the table and then, everything turned black.

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Hayden's POV

Rays of the morning sun filtered through a window and rested on my eyes.

"Close the damn window!" I groaned as i placed my arm over my face.

"But, it's 10 am and you have to eat, and you also have to take a hangover medicine," a familiar voice said calmly and I jolted awake.

"Alexander!"

"Wow, who knew the mention of food would do the trick." Alexander teased in his soothing low-pitched voice. His lips were curved up in a grin, revealing his pearly whites.

He stood unclothed from the waist up and his damp skin glistened at the touch of sunlight.

The muscles on his arm, shoulder and torso flexed as he dried his honey–blonde hair with a towel.

This man looked like a work of art, by just being.........normal.

"Just how did I make it into his bed?" I asked myself as I slid off the king sized bed, barely clothed.

The thought that we might have had sex ran through my head and I subconsciously searched for any cramps or aches in my body to confirm my assumptions.

"Relax, things did not go like you think it did. I slept in a different room. I just came here for a bath and my clothes," the Alpha assured, as he buttoned up his shirt.

I was relieved, but at the same time, I was disappointed.

"I'll be downstairs." The door closed behind him with a thud.

I heaved a profound sigh. I could finally breathe.

Alexander's lemon scented pheromones assailed my nostrils and I felt relaxed.

The Alpha's commodious room had a minimalistic vibe to it, with little to no items that told his personal interests.

I explored the whole room down to the tiles of its ground, with great enthusiasm. There was just something about this Alpha that piqued my pricey curiosity.

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Hayden's POV

The dinning room was engulfed in silence, except for the sound of metal clanging on ceramic at earshot.

Involuntary moans escaped my mouth as I munched the meal. Its scrumptious flavour had assaulted my taste buds and I could not help but express my satisfaction.

"When you're done, you can watch some TV if you want," Alexander offered, wiping his mouth.

"W..watch TV? Thank you, but it'd be rude to overstay my welcome. Besides, I had troubled you with my act yesterday."

I cringed as memories of the night of my drunken display crept into my mind.

"Just take it as me apologizing for making you drink to stupor last night, hm?" He said, placing his arm on the table and the other on the back of my chair.

He leaned so close towards me that I could feel his warm breath descending on my cherry-red face.

The sexual tension between us was intense.

The scent of his pheromones, the proximity of his face to mine and his lust ridden eyes — they all turned me on greatly.

Within seconds, his lips met mine in a kiss. He nibbled on them gently before muscling his tongue into my mouth. Moaning, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.

Our wet tongues wrestled as we kissed passionately, our pheromones tangling in the air, adding spice to intensity of the situation.

My body quivered with excitement and I could feel my shorts damp from the slick that dripped out of my opening.

We were so engrossed in the activity that we did not notice the creaking of the front door and the soft footsteps that followed.

"Sir, it's time to go," a voice informed and I instantly moved my lips away from Alexander's, retracting my arms from over his shoulders just as fast.

"Ha...have a nice day," I panted, wiping my lips. Blushing, I sprung to my feet, ascended the stairs and disappeared into Alexander's room.

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Alexander's POV

"How old are you?" Hayden asked, his speech slurred in an adorable manner.

"32," I answered to which he gasped at hearing.

"32? I'm 24!" He whined, his head resting on one hand and his other hand sliding round the edge of his cup.

I could do nothing but watch in awe as the famous indifferent young master of the Hemsworth family–Hayden–sat before me, completely inebriated.

Born a dominant Omega, Hayden was a man whose apathy and iciness clung unto him like indispensable qualities.

He showed no interest in the world of mercantilism despite being born in a family that was among the strong pillars of the city's business.

Like a silent wind, the Omega would breeze through party swarms, trying to attract very little attention. He was the most unapproachable member of the Hemsworth family, his resplendence adding to his dignity.

And there he sat across me, dead drunk and displaying.

It was a beholding sight indeed.

"Let's go. Don't worry, I'll carry him," I told my bodyguards, lifting Hayden's delicate frame. His legs were wrapped around my waist and his head was rested on my shoulder.

His strawberry scented pheromones wafted into my nose and I shuddered with satisfaction.

We soon arrived at my house and I carried him in the same manner as before.

"I am innocent. It was your stupid fiancé that came on to me," Hayden mumbled as I strolled through the living room.

"My stupid fiancé?" I chuckled, puzzled.

"Not you, silly. My sister's." Hayden clarified. The boy sat on my arms, his barely open eyes looking into mine and his warm hands cupping my face.

"You're so handsome," he complimented and his lips met mine, startling me.

I instinctively kissed him back, my tongue intruding his mouth. It was a heated kiss.

"But I don't deserve you," he cried, releasing his lips from mine and burying his face into my neck.

"Why do you think so?" I asked, but I got no response.

He was fast asleep and his quiet snoring was evidence.

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Hayden's POV

I kept thinking about Stellar's advice as I walked along the pavement. Whatever she meant by "play hard to get" just didn't reach me.

I rummaged through my handbag, fishing out my phone. The furry phone case brushed against my palms and fingers as I googled what the phrase meant.

The search results soon came up.

"To pretend that you are less interested in someone than you really are as a way of making them more interested in you," a website wrote.

"Well, that's manipulative," I commented, my voice low as i read through other stuffs related to the phrase.

While the trick did seem effective, I doubted that it would work on a man like Alexander. The Alpha had tons of women and men lining up to get his attention.

And there was me, who didn't have to lift a finger to get a kiss from him, planning to ignore him so he could chase me harder.

"Stellar...... something's wrong with that girl."

I closed the screen and dumped the phone into my handbag, my pace increasing.

By now, I had found out that I had been officially kicked out from my family house.

"They could have at least given me a heads up," I mumbled, scanning around for a motel since the sun was starting to set.

My eyes immediately locked onto a motel across the street. It was a two storey building, with tacky valentine decorations and Neon signs strewing its walls.

It definitely wasn't befitting my status, but who was I to choose? I was basically living on a budget.

I crossed the street and entered the motel, walking to the receptionist desk.

"Can I have a room, please? For 3 days,"

I requested and the lady nodded, flipping through a book in search of any available rooms.

"Yes, you can. Kindly insert your bank card into the POS to pay."

I nodded, rummaging through my bag for my mini purse. It wasn't there. And all my ID and bank cards were in it.

"I....I forgot my purse, I'm really sorry........."

I apologized, thinking to Alexander's room. "I must have left it there," I mumbled.

Feeling totally dejected and embarrassed, I left the motel and hailed a cab, driving towards Alexander's abode.

"What if they don't let me in? What if Alexander chases me away?" Several questions ran through my head, with images of awful scenarios, as I walked into the Alpha's property.

"Yes, you can come in," the house lady said, with a smile plastered on her face and my eyes twinkled with happiness.

"Th....thank you," I sighed, relieved, changing into a pair of house slippers.

I quickly ascended the spiral staircases and disappeared into Alexander's room.

The whole room was enveloped in his rich lemon scented pheromones. It wafted into my nostrils, assaulting them with it tangy smell.

Up untill now, every other Alpha's pheromones either nauseated me or excited me disgustingly.

Alexander's was.......different. With his, what I felt was a mixture of relaxation and excitement.

The purse was placed on the neatly made bed along with some of my belongings I didn't know where missing.

After retrieving my stuffs, I exited the room and descended the stairs into the living room.

I soon realized I was drunk on the man's pheromones and crashed onto a couch to get rid of my excitement.

Then I felt sleepy and decided to lay down for a short nap.

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Alexander's POV

I felt a smile creep onto my face as I stared at Hayden, in disbelief.

He lay on his side, dressed in a pair of shorts with bear prints design and a T shirt with a similar design.

"How did he wear such an attire outside?"

I mumbled, with jealousy. Thoughts of other men gawking at his exposed legs burned in my mind.

The pale, milky skin of his thighs glistened, pulling me in. My eyes were fixed on them like they were hypnotic spirals.

"Hayden," I called out to which he responded with a low moan.

I quietly knelt down beside him, my eyes now focused on his face. His dark brown doe eyes were closed, revealing his long silky eyelashes. The bridge of his nose was crimson along with his puffy cheeks.

My eyes then snapped to his rose coloured lips – inviting and extremely kissable – taking in its fullness.

I brushed my fingers against his soft fair skin, and his eyes twitched in response to my touch.

I shuddered with excitement, burying my face into his neck and breathing in his delicious strawberry scent.

"Hayden," I called out again, raising my head, my voice now laced with desperation. I was struggling to control myself and my sporadic groans were evidence.

Images of him naked and in a moaning mess beneath me ran across my mind and I grunted with excitement.

His scent was aphrodisiacal, exciting me and his quiet moans added to the intensity.

This Omega was driving me crazy.

I glanced down at my semi hard length before sighing with guilt. I didn't know I had a kink such as Somnophilia.

I quickly composed myself and stood to my feet.

"Hayden!" I called out to him one more time, my voice slightly raised and my hand shaking him awake.

"Yes!" He replied, with a shout. He sat up in a daze for a few seconds, just blinking, as if trying to fully awake himself.

"Ahh, ahh I'm sorry, I swear I was gonna leave. I just came to get my purse," he apologized, upon seeing my face.

"It's fine," I assured, standing erect, my hand inserted into my pocket to conceal my excited organ.

His lips were partly gape, and his tempting doe eyes stared up at me, a hint of coquettishness to them.

"H...have you eaten?" I stuttered, rubbing my neck with my other hand shyly.

"I have......" His stomach growled on cue, revealing his lie and I burst into a light chuckle.

"How embarrassing!" He sighed, burying his cherry red face into his hands.

"It's not. I'm hungry too. The house lady has left. Noodles?"

He nodded shyly in confirmation and i dashed into the kitchen.

The change in my demeanor whenever I'm with him, the frantic racing of my heart and the way I paid attention to all his little acts — they all made me feel like some lovesick teen.

I sighed as I turned on the stove, thinking back to the first time I saw Hayden.

It was 8 months ago at a wealthy elite's retirement party. Hayden, dressed in a wine coloured suit, stood at a corner, gently sipping his drink as he observed the party crowd.

He gazed on, his face devoid of any expression. The Omega was just like I'd heard — indifferent and frigid. An Alpha soon walked up to the boy, in an attempt to make advances at him.

I watched curiously for his reaction. His deportment remained the same – cold and aloof. He spoke, without casting a single glance at the person, giving little regard to him.

The guest turned to leave, a melancholic expression on his face and my eyes widened with amusement.

He rejected him!

For all I'd been told, Omegas were clingy sluts, especially with Alphas.

But Hayden was different. The boy wore his pride, contradicting beliefs.

He piqued my interest greatly.

I was dead certain he was going to reject me when I offered to buy him a drink. But, to my  surprise, he accepted, all thanks to the drinks he'd had before we met though.

The vulnerability he showed only to me made my heart beat in a strange manner. This Omega was strongly tugging on my heart strings and I wasn't complaining.

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Alexander's POV

We sat at the dinning table, munching away the hot spicy meal.

"If you need a place to stay for sometime, you can stay here," I offered a win-win suggestion.

He gets a place to stay and I get to see him everyday. 

Something had gone wrong at the Hemsworths' abode. I didn't know what it was, but I was sure of it. Mr Hemsworth was never the type to let his Omega son roam around, let alone spend a night outside.

"Really?....." Hayden's eyes widened at my words.

"Thank you!" He slightly bowed his head. 

"I can send someone to get your belongings if you want........" I let the word trail off, my eyes locked onto him, waiting for his reaction.

A sad smile quickly played on his lips and disappeared just as fast.

"It's fine." He gazed upon his plate, his fork fiddling a noodle string.

I continued eating, not wanting to probe him any further with the questions that were running wild in my head.

"You can wash up in my bathroom and sleep in my room," I said, rising up to clean the table.

"Ahh! ahh! don't worry, I'll do it," Hayden offered, snatching the plates from my hand and strutting into the kitchen, his butt slightly jiggling as he did so.

My little guy stood up once again and I sighed. I was slowly losing control.

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Hayden's POV

I hummed softly as I stepped out of the bathroom, a short towel tied around my chest and my hands busy with drying my hair.

"Can I come in?" Alexander asked, knocking gently on the door.

I hesitated, glancing at my attire.

"What could go wrong?" I mumbled and went to open the door.

The Alpha walked in, his eyes darting around the room shyly and his hand over his neck.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked, a worried expression on my face.

"No, nothing. I just came here to get some bed sheets and blankets," he said, walking past me up to a wooden wardrobe.

"I really apologize if I'm troubling you by staying here. I can sleep in the living room. I'm satisfied."

Alexander paused then turned to look at me.

His predatory eyes scanned my body, a hint of darkness to them, as if something in him had snapped.

"Are you doing it on purpose?" He roared, walking towards me. A shiver ran down my spine and churned in my stomach.

I nervously backed away as he continued walking towards me, until my back was now against a wall.

His face stood over mine as he rested his arm on the wall, looking at me, a frown seated on his forehead.

Just what had I done wrong?

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