Episode 2

A week had passed since Eiran returned to Madrid and resumed his work at the hospital. Today, he planned to leave early, but due to an emergency surgery for a traffic accident, he ended up leaving the hospital at 1 a.m., exhausted and sleepy.

Originally, he planned to take a taxi, but the streets were quite deserted, so he decided to drive his own car.

In the middle of the journey, an incident surprised him: someone shot a motorcyclist who was right next to his car.

BANG! BANG!

CRASH!

The motorcyclist fell immediately, and his motorcycle collided with Eiran's car. He braked sharply as the attacker's vehicle sped away.

Eiran quickly got out of his car and saw a man lying in the middle of the street, with his wrecked motorcycle next to the car. The pressure of alpha pheromones in the air made him feel a surge of tension, his Omega instinct dominating, alerting him to how dangerous this man could be.

He approached him, grateful that the man's helmet had not come off, which prevented an injury to his head. However, he noticed blood emanating from his arm.

Eiran removed the helmet and saw that the man was staring at him with an intensity that made him hold his breath.

"Are you okay?" Eiran asked, noticing the strong scent of alpha pheromones emanating from the man.

"Yes," Damon replied, trying to sit up, but his body wouldn't let him.

Eiran helped him sit up, his contact causing Damon's pheromones to clash against his own, creating a palpable tension between them.

"I'll take you to the hospital," Eiran said, seeing the wound on his arm.

"Who are you? You shouldn't help someone like me so easily," Damon replied, brushing Eiran's hands away with a brusque movement.

"I'm a doctor, and it doesn't matter who you are. You're hurt and what you need now is attention," Eiran replied, more firmly than he would have liked, but feeling the pressure of Damon's pheromones overwhelming him.

"It wasn't your fault. Go away. Don't get involved in this," Damon said, ignoring the pain in his arm as he tried to get up to mount his motorcycle.

"Your arm is injured and needs immediate attention," Eiran insisted, taking charge of the situation.

Damon, with his head clouded by pain, lifted his fallen motorcycle and began to mount it, but his legs were shaking, and his resistance was beginning to give way.

"I don't need your help, I can go to the hospital alone," Damon said, his voice weaker than he would like to admit.

"Don't be stubborn. You're too weak to drive. You'll fall as soon as you start moving," Eiran said, with a firmness that surprised Damon. He took the motorcycle keys without waiting for a response.

"Hey! Don't be insolent!" Damon shouted, but his tone lost strength due to the blood that continued to flow from his wound.

Damon had never been dominated by any person, much less by an omega, but something in Eiran's presence made him lose part of his control.

"If you don't want to go to the hospital, I'll treat your wound in my apartment. It's only two hundred meters from here," Eiran said, the tone of his voice soft, but authoritative.

"Are you crazy? I'm a gangster. Are you seriously inviting me to your apartment?" Damon replied, skeptical, but the pain in his arm made him vulnerable.

"To me, you're a person who needs help, even if you're a criminal," Eiran replied without hesitation.

The sound of engines in the distance made Damon alert. Without thinking, he pulled Eiran's hand and pushed him into his car, hurrying before the others arrived.

Damon sat behind the wheel while Eiran occupied the passenger seat, the air between them charged with tension by the alpha pheromones that Damon emitted.

"What's wrong? Who are they?" Eiran asked, noticing Damon's reaction.

"My friends. They mustn't see me hurt," Damon replied, starting the car with a roar that echoed in the empty streets.

"Let me drive," Eiran said, unable to avoid feeling a desire to take control.

"Can you shut up?" Damon shouted, his patience running out due to the pressure he felt.

Eiran, accustomed to dealing with strong and controlled people, could not bear to be shouted at, especially when he was only trying to help.

He remained silent, but took his medical kit from the back seat. He was willing to heal him, even if Damon was the most stubborn person he had ever met.

Luckily, Damon's wound was on his right arm. Without asking permission, Eiran cut his jacket and shirt, exposing the wound.

"What are you doing?" Damon protested, furious, but with a weakened voice.

"SHUT UP AND FOCUS ON DRIVING!" Eiran shouted at him, this time firmly, while disinfecting the wound.

Damon felt a surge of tension when he heard Eiran's voice, but for some reason, something inside him calmed down. The Omega had taken control, and Damon could do nothing but follow his orders, even though his heart was beating hard under the pressure of the pheromones that both released into the air.

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