Aiden pov
I was with some of my friends in the bar,
The bar was loud, sticky with spilled beer and cheap cologne, exactly the kind of place where nobody asked questions. Julian, Karl, and the rest of my friends were already three rounds deep, laughing too loud and taking up too much space, like Alphas do.
" Julian leaned across the table, elbows knocking over an empty bottle. "Dude. Your rut's coming. Like, soon-soon. And we all know there's not an Omega alive who can survive you when you're in full swing."
" I know I know I know that there is no Omega that can stand my stamina that's why I'm looking for an alpha instead of an Omega" I said
" Then you should work harder and find someone compatible with you if not if your rut comes,it going to destruction on the whole place" said Karl
He wasn't wrong.
I took a slow pull from my whiskey, letting the burn settle. "That's why I stopped looking for an Omega."
Silence hit the table like a brick.
Karl blinked, slow, like his brain had to reboot.
"Wait. You're serious? You're just… giving up on Om—?"
"Yep." I set the glass down harder than necessary. "I'm done frying perfectly good Omegas because my rut's apparently calibrated for apocalypse-level destruction. So I'm switching lanes. Alpha or nothing."
Julian choked on his wine . "You want another Alpha? Bro, you are not an alpha and am perfectly sure that an alpha can't keep up with your stamina."
"Better than me accidentally killing some poor Omega who thought 'I can take it' was a personality trait," I muttered.
Karl rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly serious. "Look, I get it. Last time your rut hit full force, we had to evacuate half the east wing of the mansion. But man… an Alpha? That's not just making any sense, that's borderline stupidity. You need someone who can match you knot-for-knot, pheromone-for-pheromone, and you not trying to kill them when the second their pheromones kick in."
" Or should I remind you of what happened to Fabian,you fucking tried to kill him and you kept on shouting and I quote " my primarch"
And since you are an Enigma,I thought maybe the primarch is real because even you were supposed to be a myth
I shrugged. "Then I guess I'd better find myself a fucking unicorn."
Julian snorted. "Or you lock yourself in the bunker again with ten industrial suppressants and a prayer."
Been there. Done that. Still broke the reinforced chains and put three Betas in the hospital when the suppressants failed.
No. This time I wasn't running from it.
I scanned the bar again, half out of habit, half out of hunger. Crowded with Betas, a handful of tipsy Omegas fluttering their lashes at anything with a pulse, and the usual Alphas posturing like peacocks.
None of them even registered.
Because none of them were him.
I didn't know who "he" was yet. Didn't have a face, a name, a scent locked in my head. But my gut kept growling the same thing every night for the last six months.
Soon. He's close. And when you find him, you won't be the only one who's been waiting.
Julian waved a hand in front of my face. "Earth to Aiden. Are you zoning out on us or planning world domination?"
I smirked, draining the rest of my glass. "Both."
Karl groaned. "We're so fucked."
Probably.
But for the first time in years, the idea of my next rut didn't feel like a death sentence.
It felt like a hunt
.
And I was really, really good at hunting.
I saw looking around when I saw a beautiful boy or should I say a man , telling his sister,that he was going to the bathroom that she should look after his wine for him
After he left I saw his sister putting a 600mg tramadol that has already been in powder form inside her brother wine ( my power of being an enigma allows me to see and hear beyond my primary environment)
Then he came back and drank the wine like there is nothing wrong but a few minutes later ,he started doing a pole dance ,I saw his sister was talking to an alpha who has pot belly,she was saying " I want to sell that bitch over there that is grinding on the pole like a slut for five hundred million dollars
My glass paused halfway to my lips.
Five hundred million?
For him?
For the man currently grinding on the pole with drug-loosened limbs, unaware he was being auctioned off like livestock?
A slow, cold anger crawled up my spine.
The pot-bellied Alpha grinned at the sister, licking his greasy lips.
"That's a lot of money, sweetheart. What makes him worth it?"
She scoffed. "Look at him. He's beautiful, obedient when drugged, and he's useless to my family. I just don't want to see his freaking disgusting face."
My jaw clenched hard enough to crack.
Useless?
She looked at her own brother and saw… currency.
I rose from my seat.
Julian noticed instantly. "Aiden… don't."
Karl swore. "Oh shit. He's in hunt mode."
They were right.
I was.
I crossed the bar slowly, each step deliberate. Shadows bent around me the way they always did when my Enigma nature stirred.
The sister didn't notice me until I was right behind her.
"Five hundred million?" I said, voice low enough to rattle bone. "That's insulting."
She flinched, spinning around. "W-who—?"
I didn't look at her.
I looked at him.
The drugged boy—no, the man—was still dancing, sweat glistening on his skin, pupils blown wide, the Tramadol turning every movement liquid and unguarded.
My instincts roared.
Mine.
The Alpha beside her snorted. "Mind your business, stranger."
I finally met his gaze—and smiled.
It was not a friendly smile.
"You can't afford him," I said quietly.
The Alpha opened his mouth—then froze.
Every hair on his body stood up.
My pheromones hit the air like a silent explosion, heavy, ancient, lethal.
He swallowed hard.
Took one step back.
Then another.
The sister didn't back away. She was too stupid for that.
"If you want to buy him," she said shakily, "the price is—"
"One billion."
My voice cut through her words like a blade.
Her jaw dropped.
The pot-bellied Alpha choked.
Even Julian cursed from across the room.
I stepped closer. "You said he's useless to your family. Good. That means you don't care who takes him."
Her eyes practically turned into cash signs. "A billion? You're serious?"
"Dead serious."
I pulled out my phone, tapped the transfer code, and held it out to her.
She scanned it with trembling hands.
Her device pinged.
She stared at the screen like she'd been handed heaven.
"It's done," she whispered.
"Good."
I turned toward the pole.
He stumbled mid-spin, dizzy, the drug burning through him. His legs buckled, and he fell forward—straight into my arms.
His body was hot. Burning hot.
Not from the drug.
From the scent beneath it.
Sweet, dangerous, ancient.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
Julian whispered behind me, voice shaky:
"Aiden… his pheromones… holy shit. That's—"
Karl finished in a breath:
"Primarch."
The man in my arms blinked up at me, pupils wide, lips parted.
I felt the universe tilt.
Not a unicorn.
Not a fantasy.
Not a hallucination.
I had found him.
And I bought him for one billion dollars.
The sister's greed-drunk smile stretched so wide it looked painful.
"So this is the pretty one," I said coldly, shifting the unconscious man in my arms. "Why are you selling him to me?"
Her gaze flicked between me and her brother—her own flesh and blood—without a shred of guilt.
"And why," I added, voice dropping lower, "do his pheromones smell nothing like an Omega… and nothing like an Alpha either? What exactly is he?"
She swallowed, forcing a laugh. "R-relax. He's not an Omega. He's an Alpha. Just… an Alpha with very sweet pheromones. That's all."
A bold lie.
Her scent screamed it.
The air warped around me as my Enigma senses sharpened, shadows licking the edges of my vision.
I tightened my grip on the man—my man—his head resting helplessly against my chest.
"I hope you understand something," I said softly.
Her smile vanished.
"As an Enigma, I cannot have sex with an Omega. They can't keep up with me. They break. They die."
I took one slow step toward her, and she stumbled back instantly.
"So if I find out," I continued, voice turning cold as a sealed tomb, "that you lied to me—about what he is, about what you put in his drink, about his pheromones—then I will make your life, and your entire family's lives, miserable."
Her breathing stuttered.
"Aiden—" Julian warned behind me, but he already knew it was too late.
I was locked in.
Focused.
Hunting.
"I–I didn't lie!" the sister squeaked. "He's an Alpha, I swear! He's my brother but he's useless to us, he—"
"Stop talking."
My voice cut clean through her lie.
She did.
Immediately.
The man in my arms shifted weakly, a soft sound leaving his throat—small, helpless, painfully vulnerable.
My chest tightened.
His pheromones slipped through the Tramadol haze for a brief, raw second—sweet and ancient, laced with something powerful and forbidden.
Not Omega.
Not Alpha.
Not Beta.
Something older.
Something lost.
Something that woke every primitive instinct in my bones.
Julian whispered behind me, barely audible:
"Aiden… he's reacting to your scent."
Karl's breath hitched. "This isn't normal. This is—this is imprinting-level shit."
I didn't look away from the sister.
"You sold your own brother," I said. "Drugged him. Auctioned him to the highest bidder."
My eyes narrowed. "You should pray to every god you know that he really is an Alpha."
She nodded frantically, hands shaking.
"Good," I said.
Then I turned, lifting him fully into my arms, his body curling instinctively into my chest.
His scent brushed my nose again, clearer this time.
Dangerous.
Ancient.
Primordial.
I swallowed hard.
Primarch.
I didn't say it aloud.
But I felt it.
In my blood.
In my bones.
In my soul.
And if that sister had lied if she had tried to sell me something this rare, this sacred
She had no idea what kind of monster she had just awakened.