The next day at the office...
Leo stood in front of the room, his usual stern expression softened just slightly.
"Everyone, meet him. My son, Akira. He will be the new CEO of this company... which means, he's your new boss."
The room erupted in applause, people clapping enthusiastically. Akira stood confidently, his smile as charming as ever.
"Looking forward to working with you all," he said smoothly, his words carrying the weight of authority yet the ease of someone who was born for this.
The employees were mesmerized—not only by his charisma but also by his style, the sheer confidence he exuded.
Inside the office, Leo followed Akira, his footsteps loud against the polished floors.
"This is your office," Leo said gruffly. "You better get to work. No excuses."
Akira walked over, running a finger along the surface of the desk.
"Hmm," he murmured, feigning disinterest, but his eyes gleamed with purpose.
Leo continued, "But one of my men will stay with you to monitor your work, alright?" He turned to Frank, about to speak, when Akira immediately cut him off.
"Frank? Uhh, no, you come with me," Akira said, almost like it was second nature.
Leo raised an eyebrow, looking over at Akira.
"No, not Frank. Aki will stay with you."
Aki smiled brightly, "Yes, boss."
Akira felt a sense of excitement bubbling inside, but he kept it hidden, his stoic face betraying nothing.
They stepped outside the office, the air crisp and busy with office workers, when Akira's gaze caught something—
A baby, carried by its mother. The baby was facing the other way but stared directly at Akira with wide eyes. Akira made a funny face, and the baby burst into laughter.
Akira smiled, amused by the innocent joy. But then, the mother turned around and saw Akira. Her smile faded quickly, replaced by fear. She turned away, walking off hurriedly.
Akira's smile faltered as he turned to look behind him. His father was standing just a few feet away, flanked by Aki, Frank, and other guards. They had a person in their grip, a gun pressed against his head.
Akira sighed, understanding the reason for the mother's fear. He frowned, his expression darkening.
sighed , turning and walking toward the car.
Aki, noticing Akira's sudden shift, followed him closely. In the car, he knocked on the window. Akira rolled it down, eyes meeting his.
"What happened, Akira? Why did you run off from there?"
Akira leaned back in his seat, frowning.
"What else could I do, Aki? I was just trying to have a little peace... but this mafia world always catches up to me."
Aki's expression softened, his voice gentle.
"You're right, Akira..." He reached out, gently cupping Akira's face before leaning in to kiss him.
Akira blushed, the warmth of the kiss grounding him.
"You're the only good thing that's ever happened to me," he whispered, the words filled with emotion he didn't normally show.
Aki smiled, a playful pout on his lips.
"Then why do you keep pushing me away?"
Just as Akira was about to respond, Leo's voice interrupted their moment.
"We're done here. Let's go back."
Aki straightened, quickly bowing.
"I'll get the car."
---
Two days later...
Akira sat at his desk, immersed in work, when suddenly he felt... strange. An unsettling shift in his body that he couldn't ignore. He instructed one of his guards to tell Aki and the others to stay away from him for a while.
"Yes, boss," the guard replied.
But just as Akira tried to settle into the strange discomfort, the door to his office burst open.
Aki stood panting, his face flushed from the rush.
"Sorry I'm late, Chief! I got stuck in traffic again!" He hurried inside.
Akira smiled, though his eyes were clouded with unease.
"It's alright, Aki. You can relax."
Aki blinked, surprised by the gentle tone, then frowned.
"Uhh, Akira, why did you tell me to stay away for a few days?"
Akira sighed, eyes narrowing as he looked at Aki.
"It's not because you're late, Aki. It's... my rut is starting tomorrow. It's not a normal cycle; it's serious. I can't risk anyone getting hurt."
Aki's face softened with realization. He stepped closer to Akira, eyes concerned.
"I can help you with it," he whispered, his voice low.
Akira blushed, a hesitant laugh escaping his lips.
"Aki... it's not something you can help with. It's best if we keep our distance for now."
Aki pouted, his frustration clear.
"But I can't live even a single day without seeing you."
Akira softened, reaching out to gently pinch Aki's cheek.
"I know, baby. I know. But this is for our own good, okay?"
Aki sighed, obviously upset, but nodded reluctantly.
"Fine."
---
The next day...
Akira isolated himself in his room, only allowing a few people—like his mother, who brought him food—access to him. Days passed in solitude.
But Aki... he grew impatient. He missed Akira's presence too much, and after days of restraint, he finally decided to visit Akira's room.
He knocked on the door softly, then opened it. The sound of water running from the shower filled the room. Aki's heart skipped a beat. Akira was showering... alone.
Aki slowly opened the door, whispering in his mind, "What can happen to me? I am a beta... I can't even go into heat, so there is no way Akira's rut will affect me."
As he stepped inside, he immediately noticed a pink smoke, soft and glowing, floating lazily in the room like mist. Sparkly, glitter-like particles shimmered around, and the room was filled with the rich scent of roses.
Aki blinked, taking a cautious step further in.
But the moment he did, his knees buckled. His legs started shaking, and a strange fluid began leaking from his lower body.
His face flushed scarlet.
His head spun.
"What is this...?" he thought, eyes wide in confusion and panic. "I'm not even an omega... then why is his rut affecting my body like one?"
His brain went numb, breath hitching as his heart raced uncontrollably. Sweat dripped from his temple, and a warmth spread through him that he couldn't understand.
He was about to faint—collapsing to the floor—when suddenly, a hand grabbed him and dragged him out of the room.
It was Frank.
"What are you doing inside young master's room?!" Frank shouted, panic in his voice. "Don't you know he's in rut?!"
Aki was panting, his face red, body trembling, legs barely able to support him.
Frank looked at him and cursed under his breath, clearly shocked and worried.
"Hey... Are you okay?" Frank asked urgently, holding him steady. "I warned you before not to go inside that room. But you didn't listen... and now look at you."
He quickly removed his coat and wrapped it around Aki's waist to hide the wet stains on his pants.
"If you stay here like this, it'll be a problem. I need to get you out of here now."
Without another word, Frank picked Aki up and carried him out of the mansion, taking him back to his house—to his wife, Lily.
---
The next day, after a month of Akira's rut cycle, things had finally settled. Aki was back to his normal self, though there was still one thing he hadn't told Akira — what had happened that day. The moment he entered Akira's room and was dragged out by Frank. He hadn't shared the truth about the overwhelming effect Akira's rut had on him.
It was a secret he kept locked away in his heart, unsure of what Akira might think if he knew.
That morning, as Akira walked into the dining room for lunch, Aki stood behind him, not beside Leo as he usually did.
Leo, who had been seething with frustration, immediately started shouting at Akira.
"I get it, you were in rut for a month, but what now? It's been three days since your cycle ended!" Leo barked angrily. "Huh? Why haven't you been to the office yet? You think this is a game? And I saw you drinking alcohol last night, again! If you have—"
Akira didn't flinch, his gaze cold and unyielding. He just glared at Leo, saying nothing. Aki, standing behind Akira, began gently rubbing his neck and head to calm him down, the soft touch working like magic to soothe Akira's growing frustration.
Leo, irritated, didn't let up. "And you, Aki," he snapped, turning to Aki, "I want to talk to you later."
Aki blinked in confusion. "Yes, Chief," he said meekly.
Akira raised an eyebrow, his usual smirk creeping onto his lips. "What's that? You want to talk to him now? Go ahead, old man, say it here. We're all ears."
Leo's eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a wicked smirk. "Someone's worried. Don't worry, I won't eat him."
Akira's expression darkened, and he slammed his hand on the table. "OLD MAN," he growled, irritated.
Aki, sensing Akira's rising anger, quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him gently back from the table. "Akira, calm down... please... please."
Akira brushed off his shirt and, with a deep sigh, turned toward the door. But just before leaving, he leaned in close to Aki's ear and whispered, "Tell me everything he tells you, okay?"
Aki nodded slowly, his heart pounding in his chest.
As Akira left the room, Aki turned back to Leo, his voice hesitant but respectful. "Yes, Chief," he said again, acknowledging Leo's presence.
Leo's expression was unreadable, but he gave a sharp nod before speaking again, his tone commanding. "Come with me to the office."
---
Inside Leo's office, the tension in the air was palpable as Leo walked in with Aki trailing behind him. Leo's gaze swept over the room with an almost disdainful smirk as he spoke, his voice laced with venom.
"You looking at all this, Aki? How did you think it was made from?" Leo's tone was cold, calculating.
Aki blinked but remained silent, too afraid to speak. The weight of the situation was too heavy for him to process fully. Leo leaned back against the table, his eyes narrowing as he fixed his gaze on Aki.
"Not from love, sure, right, Mr. Aki?" He spat Aki's name with venom.
Aki gulped, struggling to find his voice. "Chief, I could explain..."
Leo slammed his hand down onto the table, causing Aki to flinch. "Explain what? That's how dirty you are, or what you both did together, huh?" His voice was a low growl, filled with disgust.
Aki's heart pounded in his chest. "But, boss, I..."
"I don't want to hear it, Aki." Leo's voice was cutting, his tone colder than ice. "You were my right-hand man, my loyal puppy, and you do this... And that stupid son of mine—he doesn't even have the brain to think about it. First-time love? But you—you're a mature, married man! Couldn't you have stopped him?" Leo's fury was palpable, his face twisted in rage.
Aki lowered his head, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's not his fault, boss. I fell for him."
Leo's eyes went wide in disbelief as he stepped closer to Aki, looking at him like he'd just heard the most absurd thing. He let out a dark laugh, filled with malice. "You're kidding me, right? No, no, no... This will never happen. Love a lowlife like you—never." In a violent outburst, Leo swept everything from the table to the floor. The loud crash echoed in the office.
"You—" He pointed a trembling finger at Aki. "You will tell him that you don't love him and that it was all just a game. Get it?"
Aki's heart raced, but his resolve hardened. Slowly, he lifted his head, meeting Leo's gaze with unwavering confidence. "No, Chief. I love him, and I won't deny it, no matter the cost."
Leo's face turned bright red with frustration. "You insect! Do you even know who you're talking to right now?" His voice was full of venom as he yelled at Aki.
Aki's tone didn't waver. "I know, sir. And I know what I'm doing. But my answer will stay the same. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to prepare for my next task."
With that, Aki turned and left the office, leaving Leo seething behind him. Leo's voice rang out, filled with rage: "Aki, I'll make you regret this."
---
As Aki walked down the stairs, trying to calm his nerves, a sudden movement from behind startled him. He was abruptly grabbed and pinned against the wall. The air was knocked from his lungs as he found himself face to face with Akira, his gaze sharp with concern.
"What happened? What did that old man say?" Akira's voice was demanding, almost frantic with worry.
Aki let out a sigh, the tension from his encounter with Leo still weighing on him. "It was you... you almost gave me a heart attack there."
Akira's eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean?"
"So, Chief actually knows about our relationship," Aki explained, looking up at Akira, a slight frown on his face.
Akira froze. "What... How? Who told him?"
Aki furrowed his brow, confusion etched on his face. "I don't know. But he asked me to tell you that I don't love you."
Akira's eyes went wide with worry. "Did you agree?"
Aki smiled softly, his gaze never leaving Akira's. "How could I say that when I'm so deep already?"
Akira gasped, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and fear. "Aki, what have you done? You should have listened to him."
Aki blinked, surprised by Akira's reaction. "What? I thought you'd be happy that I didn't give up on love."
Akira sighed deeply, worry filling his eyes as he gently touched Aki's cheek. "I am happy, Aki, more than you could ever know. But I'm also scared. I don't care what happens to me, but I'm more worried about you." He looked at Aki, his voice full of concern. "You don't know him, Aki. He's more dangerous than he looks."
Aki's heart ached at the sincerity in Akira's voice. Without thinking, he pulled Akira into a tight hug, holding him close. "But I can't do it, Akira. Not even as a joke, or in my dreams, could I say that I don't love you."
Akira's worry intensified, but he hugged Aki back just as tightly, trying to calm the storm inside him. "It's okay. I'm here... no worries. I'll take care of things."
Akira kissed Aki's forehead gently, and Aki nodded, a soft smile forming on his lips. "Okay."
After a few days…
Akira was walking down the hall with his guards when suddenly, a hand shot out from behind the curtains, pulling him in. Before he could react, soft lips pressed against his in an unexpected kiss.
He pulled away, panting. "Aki, what are you doing here?"
Aki, his face flushed, wore a cap and was breathing heavily, his body trembling slightly.
Akira's eyes widened as he reached up, brushing Aki's forehead. "You have a fever," he said, his voice tinged with concern.
"I don't know… My body aches, and my breath is heavier than usual," Aki muttered, his voice shaky.
Akira's eyes narrowed with realization. "Wait... I think you're in heat."
Aki looked up at him, confusion and worry in his eyes. "But how is that possible? I'm beta..."
Akira hesitated before responding. "Have you seen a doctor recently?"
Aki nodded. "Yes, but the reports were fine."
Akira's expression darkened with concern. "We don't have time to figure this out here. Come on, I'll take you to my room. It's safer there."
Carefully, Akira led Aki down the hallway, mindful of their surroundings, as his thoughts raced. Once they were inside.
Akira " take off your clothes we need to do it now . Akira looking for other stuff like collar and all . Aki grab him "
what are you doing?". Akira " I need to be careful or else you might get pregnant if we do it in
your heat ". Aki teary eyes and arms stretched ready to grab akira " but I want your kids "....
Akir can't resist himself but still put he collar around aki neck so he don't accidentally mark him .
> The night was heavy with silence, save for the soft rustle of sheets as Akira hovered above Aki, hands braced on either side of his head. His breath came slow, almost unsure, as his gaze locked with Aki's trembling eyes.
Aki's fingers clutched the fabric of Akira's shirt, pulling him closer. Akira kissed Aki's collarbone, his fingers trailing down pale skin, feeling every shiver, every heartbeat.
Aki gasped as Akira's hand found his waist, steadying him, grounding him. Their lips met again, hungry, but not rough — deep like a promise being sealed. Aki's thighs trembled as Akira gently parted them, his body aligning with his like they'd done this in another lifetime.
"You're mine," Akira breathed, voice low, possessive. "And I'll never let you go again."
Their bodies joined, slow and unrelenting — Akira moving with power, Aki arching beneath him, clinging to every thrust like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to this world. Moans slipped past parted lips, whispered names echoing in the room, soft pleas of "don't stop" and "faster" spilling from Aki's mouth.
Sweat glistened on their skin. Akira buried his face in Aki's neck as he reached his peak, Aki crying out his name in trembling release.
And when it was over, Akira didn't move away. He held him — pressed forehead to forehead — whispering against his lips, "You're not dreaming, Aki. I'm really here."
It was well past midnight. They had started early that morning, and now the house was wrapped in quiet darkness.
Akira stepped out of his room to grab some food. When he returned, he found Aki curled up on the bed, wrapped in a blanket like a sleepy toddler. His cheeks were flushed red, eyes glued to the television, legs tucked under him.
Akira entered the room quietly, setting the food tray down before locking the door behind him. He placed the warm dishes in front of Aki.
"Here," he said gently. "Eat this while it's hot. It'll make you feel better and give you some energy. Then take these medicines—it's for heat control. We did it, but it's best to manage it with meds too."
Aki gave a small groan and picked up a bite. "Damn, this heat is dangerous. Now I can feel how my wife Lily must've felt when she got into heat."
Akira raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Then what'd she do to control her heat?"
Aki, still chewing, replied, "She goes to her alpha girlfriend's house."
Akira chuckled softly, patting Aki's head and gently fixing the strands of hair falling over his eyes. "Oh, I see."
He smiled. "Then finish this and get some rest, okay?"
Without a word, Aki reached out and fed Akira a bite of his own food. The quiet understanding passed between them, unspoken but warm. When they finished, they nestled back into bed, the room sinking once more into peaceful silence.