The Next Day
In a luxurious mansion surrounded by private gardens, the sun was just beginning to filter through the heavy curtains of the bedroom. A faint murmur of the wind slipped through the cracks as a young man, lying on a wide bed, shifted uncomfortably.
Killian slowly opened his eyes. His still-blurry gaze revealed the pain he was feeling.
"Ugh..." he murmured, bringing a hand to his head. "My head hurts like hell..."
A groan escaped his lips before a masculine voice sounded nearby.
"Bro, you're awake?"
Killian blinked a few times and looked around, recognizing his best friend sitting in a chair next to the bed.
"What am I doing here?"
"I went to get you from the bar last night," Arthur replied, crossing his arms. "Don't you remember?"
Killian frowned, confused.
"No... my memories are blurry," he said, closing his eyes for a second. Then, in a lower voice, "The only thing I remember is... I tried to end my life."
"WHAT?!" Arthur stood up immediately, shocked. "ARE YOU CRAZY?!" he shouted, visibly upset. "You're doing all this for someone who doesn't even care about you?!"
Killian didn't respond. He lowered his gaze, remaining silent.
Arthur watched him in silence for a few seconds before letting out a deep sigh.
"I know you're suffering, Kil, but what you tried to do isn't right," he said with concern, moving closer to the bed.
Killian still wouldn't look at him.
"What happened after that?" Arthur asked, trying to soften his tone.
"Someone saved me," Killian murmured.
"Was it that omega boy?"
Killian suddenly sat up.
"Did you see him?"
"No. When I arrived, there was no one else," Arthur replied seriously. "He just answered your phone when I called and gave me the address."
"You don't remember his face?"
"No... I don't remember," Killian replied, clenching his fists in frustration.
His tone changed, turning icy.
"Find him for me."
Arthur looked at him, puzzled by the sudden coldness in his voice.
'What happened to him...? He's acting really strange,' he thought but said nothing.
"Alright," he finally nodded, obeying without asking more questions, before leaving the room.
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One week later
The hospital was in its usual rhythm. The scent of disinfectant and the murmur of hurried footsteps filled the halls. A nurse approached the young doctor who was reviewing charts beside a stretcher.
"Dr. Fridd, Director Samuel asked to see you in his office."
"Alright, I'm on my way. Thanks for letting me know," Angel replied with a faint smile.
He walked firmly toward the director's office. He knocked softly when he arrived.
"Come in," said the voice from inside.
Angel opened the door.
"Did you ask to see me, sir?"
The director, a middle-aged man with elegant glasses, nodded with a kind smile.
"Oh yes. Someone wants to meet you," he said before turning toward the man sitting with his back to them. "This is our genius doctor, Angel Fridd, sir."
The stranger stood up gracefully and turned around. His gaze was piercing, his presence imposing.
Angel froze.
'No way... isn't he the guy who tried to kill himself that night?' he thought in disbelief.
"Nice to meet you," Killian said in a cold voice, but one loaded with intent.
A chill ran down Angel's spine.
'Wow. So he can talk coldly too...' he thought.
Killian extended his hand, and Angel shook it.
"I'm Killian Ivanov," said the alpha with a small smile.
Angel swallowed hard upon hearing that name. His face involuntarily tensed.
'Killian Ivanov?! Don't tell me... it's HIM!'
Samuel smiled before leaving the room.
"I'll leave you two to talk privately. We'll speak later, Mr. Killian."
The door closed. The silence grew dense.
Killian took a step toward him, a faint smile on his lips.
"Looks like you know who I am now, little omega... You know? It took me a week to find you," he said while staring directly at him.
Angel felt his throat go dry.
"W-what do you want?" he asked, stepping back.
Killian smiled smugly.
"That night you told me you'd stay by my side... but as soon as I woke up, you were already gone," he said, stepping closer to the young omega.
Angel took more steps back until his back hit the wall. His breathing turned erratic.
"Do you know how hurt I was?" Killian whispered, stepping even closer.
Then, he lifted Angel's chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes.
"Now you have to take responsibility for your actions," he said in a low, almost dangerous tone.
"W-what responsibility...?" Angel murmured.
"The responsibility of saving my life!" Killian snapped, his tone firm and dry.
Angel immediately slapped his hand away.
"Shut up," he said coldly, staring at him. "It's your life."
"Why should I be responsible for it?"
His voice was hard, resolute.
"A doctor's job is to save lives, and that's why I helped you. I don't have to take responsibility for anything," he stated.
Killian remained silent, showing no emotion.
"And you know what?" Angel added, turning around. "Do what you want. I'm leaving."
Without looking back, he walked out of the office.
Killian watched him leave. Then he let out a low, wicked laugh, and a crooked smile formed on his face.
"This will be fun, omega..."
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In the bathroom
Angel gripped the sink with both hands. He was pale, his heart pounding.
"Ughhh..." he groaned, running a hand through his hair as panic set in. "What the hell did I just do?! I'm crazy!"
"Now he's going to kill me!" he told himself, trembling.
He quickly pulled out his phone and began dialing with shaky hands.
Ring... Ring... Ring...
A voice answered on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Mora, help me!" Angel sobbed, on the verge of collapse.
"God! What happened to you?" Mora, his best friend, exclaimed. "Calm down!"
"Hic... Hic..." Angel was crying uncontrollably.
"Let's meet at our usual place," Mora said quickly. "We need to talk, okay?"
"Okay," he nodded through sobs.
She hung up without another word.
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A few hours later
In a beautiful café in the heart of the city, Mora sat by a window. Her expression was serious, until she saw Angel walk in, and she smiled a little.
The omega sat across from her, his face somber, clearly devastated.
"Oh my God..." Mora murmured when she saw him. "Your face makes me think it's the end of the world."
"What happened to you? Tell me everything!" she added, intrigued.
Angel nodded with resignation.
"Alright..."
The omega began to tell her everything. After hearing every detail, Mora stood up with a horrified expression.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" she yelled. "Do you even realize who you've provoked?!"
"Okay, stop shouting," Angel responded, bringing a hand to his temple.
"I know. I know who I've provoked..." he admitted, frustrated. "But please, stop or my ears are going to bleed."
Mora huffed and sat back down, worried.
"You're dead, Angel!" she exclaimed. "I'll pray for you, at least so you can cross to the afterlife in peace."
"A-are you my friend or what?" Angel exclaimed, angry.
"I am your friend, that's why I'll be praying for your journey to the next life," she replied sarcastically, shrugging.
Angel glared at her.
"I shouldn't have told you about this..."
"Hmph. Just watch what he does for now," Mora advised seriously. "Don't do anything rash, and be very careful."
Angel lowered his gaze, sighing.
"Alright..."
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Killian Ivanov
25 years old
Dominant Alpha
He has an imposing and seductive appearance. Tall and muscular, with an athletic build that stands out for his broad chest, defined abs, and strong neck.
His hair is silver-gray, naturally messy, with strands falling slightly over his forehead, giving him a carefree and rebellious look. His eyes are intense green, piercing, with a serious and enigmatic gaze.
Killian is one of the richest men in the world. President of the powerful Ivanov Empire, he has deep connections with the international mafia. His name is synonymous with respect and fear.
He is cold and distant with everyone, except his loved ones. Ruthless with enemies, and even more cruel if betrayed. He has a strong sense of possession and is extremely obsessive. He doesn't hesitate to use force or power to get what he truly wants.
He is addicted to desserts, especially those with cream or fruit.
He despises gold diggers, sluts, and prostitutes. In his world, there's no room for hypocrisy or cheap manipulation.
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