"Oh my goodness! Is that a bulge?" Damien exclaimed, his eyes widening in shock the moment they landed on Alex's erection.
"Oh, please, man. This is insane," Alex muttered quickly, his face flushing a deep shade of red as he hastily covered his erection with his hand. "I mean, that's not even possible. I haven't been able to get my dick up all morning, and now just by thinking about that… that shithead....I got hard?! Like, seriously?!"
"Huh? Shithead?" Damien repeated, his brows lifting in curiosity as he leaned slightly forward. "And who's this shithead, Alex? Who's the person that got you hard just by thinking about him?"
Alex groaned, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "He's really not important," he said with a sigh. "I believe my head is just muddled up right now. I can't possibly be hard because of him. I mean...he wanted to kill himself yesterday. He almost got me in trouble! But then, I still saved him. Brought him back to my office just so he could recover. He asked to spend the night here, and I being the idiot I am actually allowed it."
His jaw tightened, and his tone dropped. "Who would've thought that motherfucker would start stroking himself in the middle of the night, releasing his pheromones all over the place.....right when I was close to rut. I almost lost control, Damien, but I somehow managed to rein myself in."
Damien chuckled, clearly amused. "Okay, now that's interesting," he said, leaning back in his chair with a grin. "So we know one thing for sure....this omega is responsible for the sudden awakening of your manhood. A handsome one too, with pheromones strong enough to drive you wild."
Alex shot him a warning glare but sighed in defeat. "Yeah, sure. I must admit… he's handsome," he confessed quietly. As the words slipped from his lips, images of Gabe's face flashed in his mind.....those lips, those eyes, the soft curve of his jaw. The thought made Alex unconsciously bite his bottom lip, only realizing it when Damien smirked. Clearing his throat, Alex continued, "Now that I think about it… thinking about that bastard along with this drip being passed into my body....it actually made my rut a bit more bearable. I couldn't even move like this before. So, yeah… maybe it's thanks to your medication… and maybe, somehow, that omega too."
"I'm glad to hear that, Alex," Damien said, tapping his pen against his notepad thoughtfully. "Now that we've identified the one person who can stir some life back into you, I think it's time we bring him here. Better yet, you two should have sex."
Alex nearly choked. He coughed violently, spraying water from his mouth as he gawked at Damien. "What?!"
"Having sex with him will help ease your rut, of course," Damien continued nonchalantly. "Since it seems he's the only omega who can affect you, it's best to call him over."
"Call him over?" Alex repeated, arching an incredulous brow before letting out a scoff. "You've lost your damn mind."
"Yes, of course," Damien said seriously, ignoring the look Alex shot him. "He's an omega, after all. You just need to leave this therapy office, head to your mansion, and wear a mask so he won't recognize you. Since he's seen you before, the mask will ensure your identity remains hidden. Then, you can simply throw a little cash his way. I guarantee he'll be more than willing to satisfy you. A rich Enigma like you? He won't say no."
Alex let out another low scoff, his lips curving into a humorless smile. The faint golden S-mark on his hand began to pulse softly, light flickering beneath his skin. His eyes glinted with the same hue, betraying his rising agitation. "I'm afraid that's impossible, Damien," he said flatly. "And even if it weren't, I wouldn't have sex with him. Not that omega. Not him."
He paused, exhaling slowly as the memory of the previous night replayed vividly in his mind. "When I looked at him last night, I noticed something. He wore a ring on his finger....a wedding ring. He's definitely marked by his husband."
"What?!" Damien yelled, his voice echoing off the office walls as he shot to his feet, pure disbelief etched across his face. "You mean to tell me you're getting hard over a married man?" His hands flailed in the air in exasperation. "You actually let a married man spend the night in your office to the point of releasing his pheromones around you?"
"How was I supposed to know he'd do that?" Alex countered with a weary sigh, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. His voice was rough, hoarse even. "Was he supposed to start doing that shit after I let him stay out of kindness? He pleaded, Damien."
"Oh yeah? And how was he supposed to know you're an Enigma?" Damien snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to stave off a headache. "A fucking Enigma, Alex. Not an Alpha.You've been parading yourself as a Beta all this time, and the poor guy probably believed it. He must've thought his pheromones wouldn't affect you at all!"
He dragged a hand down his face and let out an exhausted sigh before continuing, his tone sharp but laced with concern. "Anyway, just get yourself some other omegas, okay? Keep thinking about those married legs of his if that's what keeps your dick up, but for the love of sanity, find a few willing ones and relieve yourself properly. The drip I'm running through your veins right now won't last forever. I made it in a rush....didn't even expect it to work but thank goodness it did. So hurry up, or you'll be left to deal with the full force of your rut alone. And believe me, that's not a pain you want to endure again."
"You know what?" Alex muttered under his breath, his voice strained and tired. His forehead glistened with sweat, veins standing out at his temples. "I can hold on. Thinking about that motherfucker… along with this damn drip you've given me....it's enough to keep me from losing it completely." He let out another ragged breath, his hands tightening on the arms of the chair. "Just go ahead and formulate another type of drug, Damien. Please. Do it fast, because I swear my dick might actually explode at this rate."
He groaned, tilting his head back against the chair. "I really wish I could just fuck some other omega, but I can't. The moment I even try, my body shuts down. I wouldn't even be able to insert before it goes soft again. You have no idea how humiliating it's been already....twenty different omegas Joshua brought me, and nothing worked. I've been embarrassed enough for one lifetime."
Damien let out a low whistle, folding his arms as he stared at Alex like he was the most frustrating man alive. "You think formulating a drug is a one-day process?" he asked with a bitter laugh. "Especially for an Enigma like you? You might be rich, but even your money can't bend biological laws overnight."
He paused, then leaned forward slightly, his tone turning teasing yet darkly serious. "Besides… you're an Enigma. A powerful one. A rich one. What's there to stop you from snatching that married omega from his husband, huh?"
What?
Alex shot him a withering look. "You must be insane, Damien," he said coldly, his tone laced with disbelief. "You know there are strict laws against that."
Damien waved a dismissive hand, rolling his eyes. "What's my business with the law?" he asked dryly. "And besides, you don't even belong to this country, remember? You could take him....claim him and return home. You're an Enigma, Alex. You're capable of things that go beyond the limits of an ordinary Alpha."
Alex's eyes narrowed dangerously, but Damien continued, undeterred.
"If you were to mark him," Damien went on, lowering his voice to a near whisper, "it would still be possible even if his husband has already done so. Enigmas are the exception. And judging from your reaction, the way his pheromones hit you harder than anyone else's ever has… it's obvious you two share an unusually high matching rate. Which means," he added, straightening his posture, "if I ever hope to formulate better drugs for whatever you need in the future… that omega..." he pointed a finger toward Alex "....will have to be involved."