Inside a dimly lit penthouse, a low guttural groan sounded from the figure seated on a couch in the living room.
Several bottles of liquor were lying on the floor around his feet, a half empty bottle was held loosely on one hand.
He appeared to be relaxed or subconscious but in reality he wasn't.
His body was awake with deep and intense hunger, for something or someone he couldn't and wouldn't reach for.
He was fighting against the urge that clawed at his skin with every fiber of his being because it was more than lust. He tried to drown himself in alcohol thinking it might help but instead of keeping his mind numb–it rather sharpen it.
He would keep wanting and seeking until he claimed him, it was a curse that has been tied to their clan for centuries.
He hated it, he had it would skip him until he met the Omega.
It was worse than a longing between dated mates. It was a longing rooted deeply that was painful to ignore–meant to punish and remind them of a long history of curses that had been tied to them.
A knock sounded on the door briefly before the door pushed open and his assistant walked, two female Omegas following closely behind him.
They were dressed in almost nothing with their breasts on full display, and their inviting scents tainting the whole space immediately they had walked in.
The assistant walked back outside giving them the needed privacy.
The Alpha on the couch opened his eyes slowly and groaned. He gestured at them to come forward and they did.
Without wasting time, one got to her knees and her hand worked silently to untie his robe.
In no time they removed every piece of clothing on him and got to work.
The Alpha's lips parted as one of them took his length in her hand and gave it a gentle stroke before she took it in her mouth.
His assistant had thought he was going through a normal rut and had sent the Omegas to ease him but he was doing more harm than good because no matter how hard they tried he was not getting the relief he badly needed.
The Alpha stood up suddenly and turned one of them over on the couch and he rammed into her over and over again. Her moans filled the air and the sweet scent of her arousal mixed with his scent but it wasn't making him feel any better.
He took turns on each of them in desperate search for relief but he only wore them through the night and the electric feeling beneath his skin was still pulsating with life.
Once the day breaks and he was the same way he was the previous night. The two omegas were sprawled on the floor in a tired heap and he also let out a groan of discomfort.
With his eyes closed and head tilted to the back on the couch, only images of the Omega filled his mind.
Khael, the bold and saucy omega that he had met by an impulsive decision.
His assistant returned and walked inside the suite and wasn't surprised to see the Omega completely wasted on the ground but what he wasn't expecting was the condition he met his boss.
"Get them out of here". The Alpha spoke with a slight frown of annoyance and the beta nodded and carried them out immediately.
He returned a while later to meet his boss in a better state, he had gotten up from the couch and was in the showers.
He sent for someone to clean the room while the Alpha cleaned up in the bathroom while in the showers, the Alpha stood and rested on the wall, his mind cloudy and muddled.
The warm water fell continuously on his head as his mind went to Khael again and his hand gripped his member in a gentle stroke to ease someone of the urge that has kept him restless for over two days.
He reminisced about the night he had sex with him, a moan escaped from his lips as he imagined he was inside the Omega again.
His thoughts went wild and his body shuddered as he increased the friction of his hand. He drove himself to completion for the first time since he got to the penthouse and he rested weakly against the wall but he looked at his painfully erected cock again and cussed under his breath.
He came out of the bathroom and dried his body while his assistant came inside to give some report.
"Boss, your leave is ending in a week, will you return to the company immediately?".
"Why?" He asked, frowning at his question.
"You have some people that have been trying to make some appointments with you. Since the year is just starting you also have a lot of events to attend". He explained and the Alpha closed his eyes in frustration.
He had spent the last two months traveling around the country, his adventures had brought him to meet Khael.
He had left his life behind and lived how he wanted for a few weeks and that had changed his life drastically.
The curse he had thought had escaped him, had suddenly stirred from its slumber and attached itself to him.
"I will be back to the company when I'm ready". He replied dismissively, turning to dress up.
His assistant nodded and turned to walk away but he stopped him.
"Check on that Omega for me. Let me know everything about him" He said coldly and finally dismissed him.
The thought of leaving him behind to go back home was not settling properly with him.
He needed him to be close to him all the time or he would be restless.
He walked into the closet to use the mirror in there, his eyes went to the scratch marks on his chest and biceps.
They were red and raw from the night he spent with the Omega. He frowned at the hickey at the base of his neck and rubbed at it.
He was a lot better than he was last night and he could get back to normal but that was only wishful thinking and just thinking about it he suddenly punched the mirror in front of him.
The once perfectly mirror shattered under his fist and removed his hand causing the broken pieces to fall to the ground. The broken fragments of the mirror now reflect the distorted image of him, a replica of what he felt inside against the grip of his fate.
Blood slowly dropped from the cut on his knuckles and he ignored it and walked away.
His assistant call came in a while later while he was eating when his assistant's urgent call came in.