His eyes read through every document on his table. He can’t believe what he’s seeing. His investors, even the most loyal ones he’s had for years, are pulling out of his company.

He reached for the intercom, paging his secretary to come over his office.

“What the fuck are these?” he asked, borderline desperate and confused.

“I don’t know, Mr. Taylor. I received them earlier,” his secretary supplied, voice trembling. She subtly covered her nose, shielding herself from the distressed scent of her boss. She is an omega too, so the scent is much fouler for her.

Klyde picked up the documents again. Reading it again and again to make sure.

Someone has been stealing from him. From his investors too, causing them to pull out. Fuck. He can’t afford this. He can’t believe such a thing has been happening under his nose and he didn’t see it.

“Call a meeting. Now.”

He almost growled. She quickly turned on her heels, walking out of the office.

Klyde slowly inhaled, calming himself down. He can feel his tears stinging at the back of his eyes. But no, he can’t afford even a breakdown right now.

“The board will be ready in a few, Mr. Taylor,” he heard his secretary’s voice said from the intercom.

He quickly gathered all the documents, and stood up. On his way to the board room, he made sure to present his regal self. The powerful omega CEO they all know. But they all seem to throw that title away once the meeting started. Almost every member of his board are alphas, with some betas and a few omegas he made sure to include. Because no matter how much he tries to deny it, they will always be the one that runs the world. Alphas. Fuck them and their dominating nature.

He expected the meeting to go bad. They had always showed their distaste with him after all. An omega trying to rule alphas around. But he did not expect it to be this bad. Especially after showing them that he is capable for years.

“If you would have been smarter, this wouldn’t even happen,” Mr. Wong, one of his board members spit out. He’s an elderly alpha. His scent is strong, musk and amber, mixed with everyone else’s scent in the room. The few omegas’ bitter scent has reached his nose too. Even them, his supposed to be allies, are expressing their distaste with him now. He fought hard to keep his expression neutral. He envies the beta members of his board; they don’t have the ability to smell all this scent in one room.

He blinked fast, can’t believe a word the man said.

“Pardon?”

“You heard me. This company is hopeless, with how many investors have already pulled out.”

“We can still save it—”

“YOU save it. You’re capable, right? Those investors are smart to pull out. No use investing to a company that doesn’t give you anything anymore huh?” another member of his board growled, of course an alpha too. It almost made him flinch but he kept his composure.

He just stared at them as they all stood up and slowly left the meeting room. Showing their disrespect as they didn’t even wait for him to properly end the meeting before leaving. He kept his composure as they all looked at him with a mixture of disgust, pity and anger. He ignores the fact that his scent must be betraying his front, but he stood his ground.

Mr. Wong left the room last, he stopped in front of him.

“We told you, omegas are useless. But did you listen? No,” the man smirked, meeting his eyes. His alpha scent an ugly smell to him. He smells so smug and it makes him so angry.

“Good luck saving your company, omega.”

He almost threw up once the man was out. The alpha dominance he was emitting was wild, his knees almost buckled. He was using his alpha voice too, an attempt to make him submit but he fought.

He kept himself together until all of them were out of sight before he broke down. Fat tears streamed down his face as he tried hard to control his sobs. He can’t. He can’t let all those years of hard work go to waste just because some people fucked him over.

He swallowed down the distressed whine that threatened to spill from his throat. It makes his throat itch, but he fought hard to not let it out.

He wiped his face clear off tears. Only one person can help him right now.

He quickly got out of the room, thankful for the breath of fresh air that welcomed him. He walked straight to his office. He must be stinking up the office hallway because of how distressed he is right now but he’s a man on a mission. He ignored the worried looks his secretary gave him. He entered his office and went to grab his car keys aggressively, hands shaking.

“I’ll be back,” he told her on his way out.

“I’ll find a way so…I’ll be back.”

He drove all the way to the unfamiliar building. He has only ever seen it on the magazine and news, but now he’s taking the courage to step his foot in it. His heart is pounding hard in his ribcage. He doesn’t want to show more weakness by seeking help from an alpha, but he has no choice.

He almost slammed himself on the reception desk. The omega working there gave him a wide-eyed look. She must have recognized him.

“I need to talk to Mr. Curtis,” he breathed out. He hates how desperate he sounds right now. She wrinkled her nose, his scent strong from the mixture of desperation, distress and panic.

“Do you have an appointment with him, sir?” she asked in a calm voice. Good. At least one of them is calm.

“No. But I really need to talk to him now,” he almost pleaded.

“I’m sorry, sir. You’ll have to set up an appointment—”

“Please! Just tell him I’m here.”

She still looked hesitant but worked to dial what he assumes is the intercom in the main office.

“Good morning, sir. Mr. Taylor is here to see you. Should I let him in?”

He can’t hear what was said from the other line, but she nodded before she put the telephone down.

“Mr. Curtis said he’ll see you,” she gestured to the elevator to his right.

“His office is on the top floor, the only one there. Please proceed to the elevator and press the ‘CEO’ button.”

He gave her a grateful smile before quite literally running to the elevator. His impatience has reached its peak when he almost hissed at how slow the elevator door closed and almost cursed at how high the building is. He willed himself to calm down before reaching the floor. He will surely leave his scent in the elevator. He took a calming breath when the elevator finally pinged open.

And that’s how he found himself in the middle of Wade’s office. Caution thrown in the wind as he willingly placed himself in the wolf’s den. If it’s for his company’s sake, then he’s willing to be the bait. Even if it means he won’t get out of there alive.