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Kailith arrived at the news studio thirty minutes early.
He needed tonight to be perfect. Every voter in The United Jovovian would be watching. This was his first official national address since formally announcing his candidacy.
The newsroom hummed with that particular brand of organized chaos, studio lights blazing, air a little too warm, producers gliding past with headsets and half-finished sentences. It felt electric. Alive.
Kailith reviewed his notes one last time—poll numbers, policy points, the opposition's predictable weak spots. He wasn't nervous. Not exactly. There was a current running under his skin, but it felt more like anticipation than fear. This was the part he liked. The sparring. The articulation. The chance to say, Here's what's broken, and here's how I'll fix it.
Politics wasn't new territory for him. It was inheritance.
His grandfather had held office for longer than anyone in recent history, steering the United Jovovian through years people still referred to as the stable era. His father had nearly done the same, a formidable candidate who reshaped national debates before stepping aside.
And now it was his turn.
Not to eclipse them. Not to mimic them.
To stand on his own.
This wasn't just about legacy—it was about momentum. About stepping into a room and knowing he belonged there. About proving that he could carry the weight of his family name and still make it mean something new.
He rolled his shoulders back, feeling the steadiness settle into place.
He didn't want the presidency because it was expected of him.
He wanted it because he believed he could do it better.
Kailith sighed and looked at his reflection in the vanity mirror. He was used to wearing custom-tailored suits, but today the fabric felt suffocating. He would have run his hands through his hair to relax a little if it weren't slicked back without a single strand out of place. He absently rubbed the Daimyra family crest pinned to his lapel. Today had to be perfect.
"Three minutes to air," his media advisor said, glancing at her tablet.
Clara stood beside him, calm as ever, reviewing polling data. "Urban districts are consolidating behind you. The Central Bloc confirmed their endorsement this morning. That puts you at seventy-one percent if suburban turnout holds. The Northern coalition is waiting on your infrastructure reform clarification."
Kailith nodded.
The numbers should have steadied him. This was the moment he had prepared for his entire life. The stage he was born into. Instead, he felt an unfamiliar pulse beneath his skin.
The bond.
Felix.
He had helped Felix, taken the sharpest edge off Felix's heat the day before. He knew it wasn't a permanent fix but he had hoped to get atleast forty eight hours of reprieve. Apparently not with his mate.
Now, even under studio lights, Kailith felt it again. A restless fluttering that wasn't his own. Felix's pulse seemed to echo along Kailith's wrist, too fast, too unsteady.
His jaw tightened.
He had never been foolish enough to believe a single hand job would resolve everything. He knew enough about Omega heats to know it needed more than that to be calmed. Even though he had never helped an Omega during their heat but he knew basic biology.
A stylist leaned in to adjust his tie. Another smoothed the fabric across his chest. Fingers brushed too close to his throat.
The contact scraped along nerves already strung tight.
"That's enough," Kailith snapped.
The stylist stepped back immediately, murmuring an apology before retreating.
Clara didn't glance up from her tablet. "You're live in one minute, Mr. Daimyra."
Kailith inhaled slowly and straightened his cuffs, forcing the tension back into its proper place.
When the studio assistant gestured, Kailith rose and walked toward the stage.
He took his seat across from the host, a poised beta woman with immaculate hair and a smile just a shade too rehearsed. Cameras pivoted toward him. Red lights blinked on.
"Mr. Kailith Diamyra," she began smoothly, "you've led the polls for months in the United Jovovian presidential race. Critics argue that as a Diamond alpha from a powerful political family, you may struggle to represent betas and omegas fairly. How do you respond?"
His gave her a practiced smile.
"Leadership isn't about dominance for its own sake," he said evenly. "It's about responsibility. It's about ensuring that alphas, betas, and omegas all have equal access to opportunity and protection under the law. My party is built on policy, not hierarchy."
The next question followed. Then another.
He answered each one with precision and steady tone. Every pause was calculated. Every gesture intentional. He made sure the audience watching at home saw composure. Knew that if they voted for him they would bbe voting for an Intelligent, reliable authority.
What they didn't see was the dull pressure blooming behind his temple.
The bond pulsed with a persistent need...Felix's heat still simmering beneath his skin like a low electrical current.
By the time the interview wrapped, he saw Clara exhale in satisfaction. She had been working hard to make sure this interview went well. And on the surface it looked perfect but Kailith knew what it took, how difficult his unwanted situation made it.
The host's earpiece crackled as the director called it.
Cut.
Kailith rose smoothly, everyone saw the controlled candidate. But only he knew the storm he kept contained.
As soon as the studio lights went off he yanked the microphone wire from his collar, pulling it free like it was burning against his skin.
"Mr. Daimyra—" the host began.
"Good evening, Miss Ione," he replied coolly, already walking away.
Clara followed swiftly behind him. "Where are you going?"
"Call him," Kailith said. His voice was low, restrained, the edge in it unmistakable. "Bring him to Daimyra Estate."
Clara hesitated only a fraction of a second before nodding. "Yes, sir."
She didn't need clarification. She knew exactly who he meant.
Kailith didn't slow down. The glass doors slid open as he stepped into the evening air.
His pulse was uneven. The bond throbbed under his skin...Felix's heat, no longer distant, was now sharp and insistent.
Five minutes later as he was sitting in the back of his car as it cut through traffic towards Daimyra Estates, his phone vibrated.
Clara.
He answered immediately.
"He refused," Clara said quietly. "He said he's not coming."
Silence filled the car.
Kailith's jaw flexed before taking a deep, controlled breath, his anger shimmering beneath the surface.
He rubbed his fingers to his forehead, muscles drawn tight with the effort of holding himself in place.
"Send me the address," he said at last, voice lowered to something far more dangerous than anger.
"Kailith—"
"Now."
The line disconnected.
"Take a U-turn," Kailith ordered before Clara's message even finished loading.
The driver obeyed instantly.
The city streaked past in smears of gold and shadow. Traffic lights blurred. Street signs flashed and vanished. Kailith leaned back, jaw tight; he could feel Felix's heat like a physical touch now. Stroking every part of him.
By the time they reached Felix's neighborhood, his temper had sharpened.
And when he got down his car it only got worse.
Of course his mate had to live in the shittest part of the city. The streets were narrow and cracked, lined with aging buildings that leaned too close together. The air smelled faintly of smoke and damp concrete. Laundry hung from balconies.
The building Felix apparently lived in looked like it had survived on repairs no one bothered to finish—peeling paint, rusted railings, windows patched from the inside.
He took the stairs two at a time. His hand was already fisted. His chest tight with an anger he couldn't quite define. Anger that Felix had refused him. Anger that he could refuse him at all.
Very few people told Kailith Daimyra no.
Not in politics. Not in business. Not in private.
And he would not allow a young omega in the middle of heat to make reckless decisions that endangered them both.
When he reached the door, he didn't knock.
He pressed his palm flat against the wood.
He could feel it, faint but unmistakable. The rapid flutter of Felix's pulse through the bond.
"Felix," he said quietly, the warning clear beneath the calm. "Open the door."
Silence.
But he knew Felix was there. Right behind the door.
"Open the door, Felix," he repeated, his restraint thinning.
"You shouldn't be here, Mr. Daimyra," Felix said through the door. His voice trembled, soft but controlled.
Kailith's jaw flexed.
"Why?" he asked, voice dropping lower. "Is this about pride? About proving you can defy me?"
"It's not that," Felix said, breath hitching slightly.
A pause.
"I know you don't want a mate...a mate like me. And I don't want to be a bother. It's better if you just leave."
"That's not possible, is it?" Kailith said, his voice dropping into something rougher. "We're bonded. Whether we like it or not."
"I'm sure someone like you can find a way around it—"
He didn't let Felix finish.
His patience finally snapped.
The bolt gave with a sharp crack as Kailith shoved the door open. Of course, the door had to be made of fucking cardboard.
Felix stumbled backward at the sudden intrusion, losing his footing and hitting the floor hard. He stared up at Kailith, eyes wide, breath shallow.
"What the hell—you can't just break in!"
"I just did," Kailith replied coolly. "Get up."
"You might be one of the candidates for president," Felix shot back, scrambling to sit upright, "but you can't break into someone's house."
Kailith stepped inside, closing the distance between them.
"You," he said, voice vibrating with tightly leashed fury, "nearly compromised my nationally broadcast interview because your body body decided to go into heat at the most inconvenient time. So yes—I'll take control of this situation however I need to. Now. Get. Up."
"No."
His eyes narrowed.
"No?"
Felix lifted his chin despite the tremor in his body. "No."
The air shifted.
Kailith reached down, gripping Felix firmly by the arm and hauling him upright in one swift motion. Felix barely had time to react before he was on his feet, back hitting the opposite wall with a soft thud.
Kailith stepped in close.
Kailith stood close, one forearm braced beside his head, trapping him without actually touching him. The scent Felix's heat, thick, sweet and musky filled his senses, making his body react in ways it never had for anyone else.
Kailith's eyes narrowed on Felix's pulse that was going wild right on his jugular.
There was fear in his eyes. Real, unmistakable fear.
But beneath it—something else flickered. Something biological. The heat still thrumming through his bloodstream responded to proximity, to dominance, to the bond neither of them had asked for.
His breath hitched.
And Kailith felt it.
"Did you prepare yourself like I asked you to?" Kailith asked, his voice low, his hands slid upward beneath the hem of his soft cotton t-shirt.
"What... what?" Felix gasped, twisting against him, trying to get free. But he held him captive against his body, and any movement only drew them closer. His chest brushed his, and Kailith found a strange kind of satisfaction in his helplessness.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pajamas and took them off in one smooth motion.
"You understand, Felix, don't act naive," he said again, voice rough, as his fingers wrapped around his member.
Felix's breath hitched. "How am I supposed to do that? I told you I don't have a boyfriend!"
"You don't need another man," Kailith growled, the sound vibrating in his chest. Lust stirred inside him, pushing against his control. His gaze darted around the room before catching on the small dining table, and the slender, vase-like ornament standing on it.
"Something like that," he said, pointing his chin towards the dining table, his voice a mix of mockery and intent, "would do the job easily."
Felix's mouth fell open. "Are you kidding me?" he snapped, his eyes narrowing at the thing.
"No," Kailith said, smirking. "I'm very serious. It would make things much easier when you are with me."
"I'm not losing my virginity to a vase!" Felix hissed. "And I'm definitely not having sex with you. So get that thought off your mind and let me go."
He didn't. Instead, he pulled Felix closer, his hand on Felix's slender hips until his pelvis met his. Felix's breath hitched sharply.
"I am not going to have sex with you, Felix," he said softly, each word dripping power, "I am going to take you raw and hard, until you feel me for days."
Felix's body went rigid. "You're hurting me," Felix breathed, his voice straining as he tried to push him off.
"Am I?" Kailith tilted his head, watching his face with detached curiosity. "I thought you had good pain tolerance. That's what you were doing all day, isn't it? Enduring the agony of your heat, refusing to come to your mate even when you knew it was only going to get worse."
"I would rather deal with the pain," Felix spat out, trembling, "than an asshole."
The words hung in the air like a spark before flame. Felix's chest rose fast, the defiance in his eyes clashing with the shadow in Kailith's.
"What did you say?" he asked softly, dangerously, his body tensing as his cock twitched at the challenge.
"I said...let go of me!" Felix screamed.
In a fraction of a second, Kailith lifted him in his arms and laid him down on his dining table.
Felix tried to crawl away, but Kailith took his ankle and pulled him close, until he was standing between his legs.
Kailith needed to take care of his heat if he wanted to have a proper conversation with him, without his heat clouding Kailith's senses and making him think of only one thing.
Kailith lowered his head, and Felix went utterly still, as if his body welcomed him even if his mind didn't. Kailith's mouth watered at the heady scent of his. He had to take a pause to control himself before he started to descend again.
He opened his mouthand took Felix in his mouth. Tasting him, sucking him before making his way down.
"Kailith," Felix cried out, his hands threading through Kailith's hair, pulling him closer, grinding himself against his face. Kailith growled, warning or pleasure he wasn't sure. .
Kailith felt under the spell, never had he felt the need to taste someone like this. Never had he felt delirious, like he didn't care about the consequences. His sex life had always been strict. His sex partners vetted and chosen by his team. He cared about facades. He couldn't be seen with just anyone. And sex had always been lackluster. It had never felt this way. Like he would die if he didn't get a taste. Like he wanted to live here, between his omega's legs, eating him, devouring him.
"Ah..I am going to come," Felix panted.
Kailith moved fast, taking his seed in his mouth before Felix could finish.
Felix screamed as his whole body shook with the effects of his orgasm. Kailith pulled away before he did something insane like take him right there on the table.
"Did you just swallow my...?" Felix couldn't finish that sentense as he pushed up on his elbows, eyes flashing with disbelief and anger.
"Yeah," Kailith said simply, wiping his mouth with the back of his jacket sleeve, his voice low and unshaken.
"Why?"
"So your heat dissolves earlier."
"That's a load of bull..."
"Felix," he growled, cutting him off. The sound filled the small space, rough and primal. "You're lucky I didn't do it all the way. If I had, you wouldn't be coherent enough to argue right now."
He heard Felix's breath hitch. "Is that a threat?!" Felix snapped, his voice trembling between rage and confusion.
"No," he said. "A promise. Next time I ask you to come to me, you will obey or the consequences will not be pretty."
The silence that followed was thick, unsteady, crackling with what neither of them dared name.
He turned away first. He walked to his shabby bathroom and rinsed his hands under the faucet.
When he walked out, Felix was standing right there, fully clothed, hands folded in front of him. Looking weary.
"Goodbye. Until I see you again," he said before leaving.