Episode 3

Damon drove the car to a small clinic, refusing Eiran's help.

Damon got out of the car, his wound barely covered.

"Go away!" Damon said, turning and walking towards the entrance of the clinic, his tone laden with authority.

Eiran looked at him with annoyance from the passenger seat.

"Oh, my God... How arrogant is this guy!" Eiran muttered, still holding the scissors he had used to cut Damon's shirt.

He placed his first-aid kit in the back seat and slid into the driver's seat.

"I hope I never run into him again," Eiran said with annoyance as he stepped on the accelerator and drove away from the place.

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Damon's phone rang while the nurses at the clinic worked to stitch the wound on his arm. Unfazed, he answered the call.

"Damon, where are you? We found your motorcycle lying on the side of the road," said Adam, one of Damon's closest friends.

"I'm with my uncle. He intercepted me on the way and I came with him," Damon lied coolly.

"Are you okay? Your motorcycle is wrecked, it looks like it crashed into something," Adam insisted.

"I'm fine, it was nothing," Damon replied calmly, suppressing the pain in his voice.

"Okay, we'll take the motorcycle to the workshop. Will you be back tonight?" Adam asked.

"No. Take care of the mansion until I return," Damon ordered before hanging up.

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A week had passed, and Damon's wound was almost completely closed, a sign of the accelerated recovery typical of alphas. During that time, he had resumed his usual life: intermittently managing the company he had inherited from his grandfather and leading his trusted circle from his mansion.

His cold personality, typical of a dominant alpha, made him feared by both his employees and his own relatives. His uncles, his mother's younger brothers, were constantly trying to strip him of his position as leader of the company, but Damon would not give them the pleasure of seeing him lose control... at least not in his presence.

Today, a shareholders' meeting was being held, and his attendance was mandatory. The room was charged with tension, especially because Damon, disinterested, put on his headphones and made it clear that he did not intend to pay attention to the accusations of incompetence that his uncles were throwing at him.

The atmosphere was charged, and the pheromones of the alphas present clashed in the air. However, Damon kept his under control, appearing apathetic while the others tried to intimidate him.

"Look at how he behaves. He's a complete disaster as a leader," commented Dawson, one of his uncles, letting his own pheromones spread in the room.

Damon barely reacted, ignoring the weight of the pheromones and keeping his headphones in place.

"I propose a vote among the shareholders to decide if you are fit to lead this company," Dawson said, confident in the support of other board members.

"Mr. Ruiz is the largest shareholder. None of you have the power to remove him," intervened Tommy, a beta and loyal assistant of Damon, in an attempt to calm the situation.

Dawson let out a mocking laugh. "An alpha as useless as him should not be in this company. If he stays here, he will bring the company to ruin."

Delon, Dawson's son, newly arrived at the company after completing his master's degree abroad, stepped forward towards Damon, irritated by the lack of respect he was showing. In a reckless act, he took off his headphones without warning.

Damon looked up, and his eyes flashed with fury. The alpha pheromones he had been suppressing exploded in the room, saturating the air with an overwhelming weight that made several of those present tense and look down.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Damon growled before getting up.

Before Delon could respond, Damon grabbed him by the arm and slammed him against the table in front of them with a dull thud.

CRASH!

"DAMON!" Dawson shouted, running towards his son.

Blood began to gush from Delon's head, which had hit the edge of a laptop.

"You're just a pup here, understand? You and your father are nothing. I can crush you whenever I want," Damon said, his deep voice imbued with pheromones that kept everyone still, before leaving the room without looking back.

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