Velross City – Nightfall – Seraph Club
In a city where scent dictated everything—power, status, even desire—an Alpha like Riven Hale wasn't supposed to be here.
Not in a place like this.
Not where the air reeked of heat and hormones.
Not surrounded by Betas on the hunt or Omegas one breath away from surrender.
But he came anyway.
Because tonight, he needed to forget.
The music pulsed low and heavy, echoing through the floor like a heartbeat. Lights flashed in soft bursts, casting shadows across velvet walls and grinding bodies.
Riven stood at the edge of the bar, sleeves rolled to his forearms, collar open, tie loose. His drink was untouched, scotch, neat, just like he was supposed to be.
But tonight, he wasn't anything close to neat.
He was tired, wound too tight, every breath a knot in his chest.
The family name, the business, the control.
He needed to lose it—just for a little while.
And that's when he felt it.
A presence.
Then a scent.
Clean, sharp, electric.
It cut through the musk and sweat like lightning.
He turned.
A young man stood just feet away, Bronze skin, Hair silver-blond and tousled, falling near his jawline, Dark brows, Eyes like molten glass, Calm, Too calm.
He was beautiful.
And he walked toward Riven like he already belonged in his space.
"Waiting for someone?" the man asked, voice smooth and low.
Riven took a sip from his glass. "No."
The stranger smiled. "Good, because you are now."
He stepped closer, close enough that their scents began to mingle, his fingers brushed against Riven's wrist, just barely.
"You've got too much tension in you," he said, "Let me help."
Then he leaned in, breath warm against Riven's ear.
"Let me ruin you tonight."
Riven didn't answer.
He didn't need to.
Private Lounge – Minutes Later
The door shut behind them with a soft click. The music outside faded, swallowed by thick velvet curtains and low red lighting.
Ezren pushed Riven down onto the couch, straddling him.
Their mouths met fast, no hesitation, no rhythm, just heat.
Ezren bit his lip, pulled it between his teeth. Riven groaned, his hand sliding down to grip Ezren's thigh.
He was already hard, pressed against Ezren through layers of clothing and Ezren ground down, slow and deliberate, pulling another sound from deep in Riven's chest.
Riven's shirt came undone fast. Ezren's hands explored his chest, fingers tracing muscle, lips following right after.
He sucked along Riven's collarbone. Hard enough to leave a mark.
Riven hissed and tugged his hair, yanking his head back.
"You like that," Ezren whispered.
Riven didn't reply, he pushed Ezren's shirt up, exposed warm golden skin, and latched onto a nipple with his mouth.
Ezren gasped, his back arched, eyes fluttering shut.
Then his hands went lower, found Riven's belt, undid it, freed him.
He stroked him slowly.
"Want you inside me," Ezren murmured.
Riven flipped him, pressed him down into the couch cushions, their lips met again—hotter, wetter.
Slick was already there between Ezren's thighs. Riven's fingers slipped easily between them. Ezren lifted his hips, reached back, and guided him.
"Stretch me," he whispered.
One finger went in followed by the second one, then the third.
Ezren moaned softly, pushing back on them.
"Now," he begged.
Riven lined up and slid in.
Slow, and deep.
Ezren cried out — quiet, broken. His fingers clawed at the couch cushions.
Riven paused, buried to the hilt, trying to breathe.
"You're tight."
"Move", Ezren said to riven and Riven did.
Slow at first, letting Ezren adjust, letting himself feel everything.
Ezren clung to his shoulders, moaned with every deep thrust, his nails dragged down Riven's back.
Then Riven angled his hips.
Ezren cried out, voice sharp and raw.
"There-right there- fuck!!!!!"
Their bodies clapped together, wet and perfect. Riven grunted with every thrust, sweat slick on his skin. Ezren's cries grew louder.
He rode each thrust, hips lifting to meet him, chasing every ounce of friction.
Then Ezren pushed him back.
Straddled him.
"Sit back," he said. "Let me take what I want."
Riven obeyed.
Ezren rocked his hips in tight, grinding circles. Sweat beaded on his chest. His silver-blond hair clung to his forehead.
Riven gripped his waist. Watched the way his body moved.
"You're so fucking hot," he growled.
Ezren moaned loud, voice wrecked. "Fuck–Riven–harder... harder, please, fuck me harder!"
That's when it hit.
The scent.
Not sweat. Not heat. Not perfume.
Something raw. Deep. Almost sweet.
Omega.
Riven's breath caught. His pupils dilated.
Ezren didn't stop.
"You feel it now, don't you?" he asked.
"You," Riven growled. "You didn't tell me," his voice roughened.
"Didn't need to."
The scent filled the room. Thick. Irresistible.
Riven's control snapped.
He thrust up. Hard.
Ezren cried out, body jerking.
Riven gripped him tighter, fucked into him like instinct demanded.
"Please, Riven. Fuck... don't stop. Don't you dare stop."
Riven reached down, stroking him fast. Rough.
Ezren gasped, his voice breaking.
"I—fuck, Riven, I'm gonna... ah—fuck—I'm coming!"
He came hard, his body trembling, release spilling between them.
His body clenched tight around Riven, pulling another deep groan from his throat.
Riven slammed in one last time and followed, spilling inside him.
He didn't bite.
Didn't mark.
But it was close.
So damn close.
Later – Same Lounge
The couch was a wreck, clothes everywhere, the air thick with scent and silence.
Riven lay half-dressed, chest rising and falling.
Ezren stood above him, fully dressed again, calm, watchful.
He reached down, brushed hair from Riven's damp forehead.
"You'll remember this," he said softly. "Even if you never see me again."
Then he walked away.
No goodbye.
Just the scent of Omega heat, trailing behind him like smoke.
Three Days Later – Hale Dominion R&D
The elevator doors opened with a quiet chime.
Riven stepped into the lab. Suit pressed. Expression unreadable.
Then he smelled it.
That same sharp, addictive scent.
He turned.
Ezren?.
Lab coat, buttoned shirt, hair tied back, warm bronze skin glowing under the lights.
Same lips, same gaze, same body he'd been inside.
Ezren offered a soft, unreadable smile.
"Mr. Hale," he said. "Let's begin our consultation."
Like nothing happened.
Like they were strangers.
Riven said nothing.
But inside?
Everything had changed.