Unshaken or Shaken? (Dylan’s Apartment – Late Night)
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Dylan Hall paces in his apartment, frustration written all over his face. The city lights glow through the window, but his mind is stuck on only one thing—Ethan Smith.
Dylan (muttering to himself): "Bastard. Arrogant, smug, insufferable—"
He stops, exhaling sharply. His fingers brush against his own throat, the spot where Ethan’s fingers had tilted his chin earlier.
Dylan (gritting his teeth): "Damn it."
He hates that he reacted to Ethan. Hates that his Omega instincts had stirred. Ethan’s presence was suffocating, powerful, Alpha in every way, and Dylan—despite his usual confidence—felt it too deeply.
Suddenly, his phone buzzes. It’s a message from Liam Carter.
Liam [Text]: "Are you okay? He didn’t do anything, did he?"
Dylan rolls his eyes but types back quickly.
Dylan [Text]: "He did a lot of talking. Nothing I can’t handle."
There’s a pause before Liam responds.
Liam [Text]: "Dylan… be careful. He’s not the same as Ethan we knew."
Dylan stares at the message. He knows that. Ethan Smith from his childhood was gone. This one… was dangerous.
...The Alpha Returns (Smith Corporation – Morning)...
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The towering skyscraper of Smith Corporation stands like a symbol of Ethan’s return to power. Inside, Ethan sits in his office, scrolling through documents, but his mind isn’t focused. He taps a pen against the desk, his expression unreadable.
His Beta assistant, Oliver, stands nearby, hesitant.
Oliver: "Sir, about the Hall family… should we proceed with the takeover?"
Ethan (coldly): "Of course. I’m not here to play nice."
Oliver: "Understood. But… I have to ask. Is this about revenge, or something else?"
Ethan pauses for a fraction of a second before setting his pen down.
Ethan (low, almost to himself): "It’s about what’s mine."
Oliver wisely does not press further.
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...Cornered Like Prey (Luxury Hotel – Afternoon)...
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Dylan walks into a luxury hotel, wearing a sleek black outfit, confidence in every step. He’s here to meet a potential business investor for his company, but the moment he steps into the lounge, he freezes.
Sitting at the private table, waiting for him, is Ethan.
Dylan (muttering under his breath): "You’ve got to be kidding me."
Ethan smirks as Dylan approaches.
Ethan: "Surprised?"
Dylan (crossing his arms): "More like annoyed. This was supposed to be a business meeting."
Ethan: "It is. I’m the investor."
Dylan’s breath catches. His company. Ethan is taking over. Rage burns in his chest, but Ethan just watches him with amusement.
Dylan (voice sharp): "You think you can control everything, don’t you?"
Ethan (leaning forward, voice deep): "I don’t think so. I know."
Dylan’s heartbeat quickens. The space between them feels too small. Too charged.
Dylan (gritting his teeth): "If you’re trying to intimidate me, it won’t work."
Ethan (chuckling): "Who said anything about intimidation? Maybe I just enjoy watching you squirm."
Dylan glares, but he can’t deny the heat rising inside him. The way Ethan looks at him—possessive, confident, like an Alpha claiming his Omega—it stirs something dangerous in him.
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A Sudden Weakness (Hotel Hallway – Moments Later)
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Dylan storms out of the lounge, heart racing. He needs space—away from Ethan’s suffocating presence. But suddenly, a wave of dizziness washes over him.
Dylan (staggering, gripping the wall): "What…?"
His body burns. His skin feels too hot. His breaths come shorter. Then it hits him—his heat is coming. Too soon. It’s not supposed to happen yet.
Dylan (panicking, muttering): "Not here, not now…"
He stumbles, trying to steady himself, but before he can escape, a firm hand grabs his wrist. The scent of the dominant Alpha fills the air.
It’s Ethan. And he knows exactly what’s happening.
Ethan (voice dark, low): "Dylan."
Dylan gasps as a wave of desire crashes into him. His Omega instincts scream at him to submit, but his pride fights it. He shakes his head, gripping Ethan’s suit tightly.
Dylan (desperate, whispering): "Let me go."
Ethan (voice softer, but firm): "You’re burning up. You can’t even stand properly."
Dylan sways, his body betraying him. A soft whimper escapes his lips before he can stop it.
Ethan (murmuring, amused): "You’re fighting it so hard. Typical."
Dylan clenches his fists, humiliated by his own weakness. But he knows—if he doesn’t get somewhere safe soon, he won’t be able to stop himself.
Dylan (gritting his teeth): "I don’t need your help."
Ethan (chuckling, leaning in): "I think you do, Dylan."
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...End of Episode 2...
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