Episode 2

What Happened That Night

Narrated by Noah

I’m feeling unwell, I knew I should not have trusted her so-called peace offering, even if she's my sister, I've always known that woman never cared for me, moreover, I need to get out of here.

Today is my 17th birthday, my boyfriend and I had different plans, but my sister proposed that I attend this event hosted by the Daniel's family, one of the most powerful families we deal with and also the family of Caled, my boyfriend.

I'm now trying in vain to leave this room full of people, I've got an inkling of Mariana's ploy. She handed me a drink with more liquor than she claimed, knowing I don't handle it well, expecting me to cause a scene for hers and her friends' amusement—that's always been her way.

The only thing I could think of was heading to the courtyard, but it turned out to be the worst decision.

"Why are you still with that idiot? You lost the bet! My parents do nothing but say that you two will soon get engaged," that is Mariana's voice, she's really upset, I thought about going over there and confronting her but...

"Darling, calm down, even if I lost the bet, I still want to have my fun with that fool! And didn't you say you wanted to see him humiliated? What better opportunity than this?" That's Caled, my boyfriend—are he and my sister lovers? The liquor is playing tricks on me.

“So you swear you don’t like him? Swear that you’ll follow through with the plan, use him and then throw him away, swear it.” This was their plan all along, for me to fall for him?... They’ve been mocking me!

Caled: I swear, it's just another bet, this week will be epic, we'll get payback on my bastard uncle, and by this time tomorrow, our anniversary, Noah is going to suffer the ultimate disappointment— their triumphal laughter fills me with rage.

"You filthy rat, Caled Daniels"—they both start, likely not anticipating getting caught.

Caled: Noah! What are you doing here?

"What am I doing here? Finding out what kind of scum you two are."—He tried to touch me, claiming confusion—does he really think I'm that dimwitted? I kicked him where it hurts most, I've never trusted Alphas, and I never should have believed in him.

"Go to hell you damn liar, the two of you, go to hell!"—I left there immediately, my head was bursting, and now I feel even worse, all because of that treacherous pair.

Mariana and I are not really siblings, I'm just her cousin, my aunt and uncle took pity on my mother and me when my father left us. That's all.

I don't want to stay a second longer, but I can’t seem to find the exit, lots of thoughts come flooding my mind, I end up throwing up in a corner.

“Hey, are you okay? What’s wrong with you?”—I can’t make out who’s speaking to me now, let alone see their face, my head pounds desperately, I need rest.

“Oh dear, you must have drunk a lot, come, lie down in one of the bedrooms.”—I tried to break free from this person, to tell them I would go home, but I can’t stop them from dragging me along what seems one of the long corridors of this enormous mansion.

I manage to break free and enter the first room I find, I can't trust anyone now, it’s possible that they’re in league with that pair.

I collapsed onto the floor; my head is about to explode, my hands are trembling, and I feel the room becoming increasingly stifling for me, I hastily open my shirt for air, not removing it, just needing to breathe without that damn tie.

I wipe away the tears starting to form, trash like that doesn’t deserve anything.

"I hate you, you wretched bastard!"

Narrated by Arvan

I’m trying to sleep after some tart threw herself at me by the door. I'm fed up with these types of women and men who don’t get that I just want to be left alone.

I’ll kill anyone who dares to bother me again, they disgust me. I'm so furious, and the worst part is that I can't think straight, I'm still itching to strangle that wretch. I loathe these easy and opportunistic omegas, blaming their heat as an excuse to get what they want...

What is this damned unease, my body feels strange, as if not my own, this reaction is uncommon, too similar to when... Impossible! Has someone dared to drug me? But when? At this party, I touched nothing, only drinking water from my room.

If I factor in the body troubles with the sweet scent now engulfing the room, damn it, I'm overheating.

"I hate you, you wretched bastard!" Whose voice is that? I turn in bed and what a surprise—there's someone here, an omega? How dare they, the audacity!

They must be responsible for drugging me, saying they hate me? I’ll show them their place, I'll kill them with my own hands.

I get up with the intent to snap their neck,

They seem shocked to see me rise—did they think they could knock me out with something like that?

"S...Sir Daniels!"—their voice shaky and nervous, apparently this whore is in my employ.

Noah

Seeing this man here snaps me back to reality, is this room prepared for Caled's uncle, Arvan Daniels? I need to leave.

This man is the most fearsome and terrifying CEO I've ever seen. To offend him is a death sentence, and if by some fluke you survive, you will never show your face in society again.

I tried to leave but failed; his grip on my wrist was too strong.

"How dare you drug me and provoke me with your filthy pheromones, omega?"—what is he talking about? He's been drugged and thinks it was me? What pheromones? He's furious, I can see it. He's going to kill me.

"It’s... It’s a misunderstanding... sir, I didn’t do anything... I’m not an omega"—I can barely speak, as he attempts to strangle me. I've taken my suppressants, so it's impossible for me to release any pheromones, and even if I hadn't, they'd barely be noticeable.

"Please... let go."

Arvan

He thinks I'm a fool? I can recognize the scent of a whore!

Damn it, I thought I could fight this off, but I've hit breaking point, this omega's pheromones only worsen everything, I can't believe I, Arvan Daniels, am being dragged down like this.

My eyes start wandering over his body and abdomen without my realizing it, the sharp rises and falls of his chest as he struggles to breathe, his eyes glistening and his mouth slightly open.

Hearing his last plea, my hands draw back from his neck. He coughs a couple of times, and in a swift movement, I tear off his annoying shirt—it's just the drugs, but this omega is really sexy.

Noah

I was released, but he wrecked my shirt. I had to get out of there, but I didn’t make it—I was pushed hard against the door, my back ached, but what confused me next was his kiss. It felt like being engulfed, consumed by all his savageness. I fought as hard as I could, rapidly losing strength; at this rate, suppressants won’t help.

I begged him to let me go, his hands roaming my body. I didn’t want my first experience to be this way, but he was resolute in his disregard. He tossed me onto the bed.

No matter how much I struggled or pleaded, he didn't listen. My whole body ached, I couldn't stop crying, or move beneath him. I gave up trying to escape or ask for release—it meant nothing to him, even if he ended up killing me in his pursuit of pleasure. I can’t recall the moment I lost consciousness, only that upon waking up, my hell began anew.

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