After that second dinner incident with Killian, Luther found himself feeling anxious for the rest of the week. But as the days went by and there was no sign or news from Killian, the anxiety transformed into frustration and, lastly, into indifference.
"So what if he didn't call me?" thought Luther. " That's just how alphas are. You should have known better instead of letting yourself fall into his trap giggling and kicking your feet like a schoolgirl in love".
That was the kind of internal monologue Luther had since the third day after Killian was taken to the ER. He wouldn't admit himself since he was a prideful man, but this kind of thought started to get in the way of his job.
"Your family is full of examples of how much of a cheap thrill alpha could be! Yeah, you let out your pheromones at their full potential for once and it felt good, but that doesn't mean anything. Fuck, all he did was squeeze your shoulder. You have more skinship shaking hands while doing business! Get a grip, Luther!"
-Sir? Are you ok?
Lucia, his personal assistant, shook him from the self-blaming he had going inside his head. She never saw Luther in such a deplorable state. With eye bags under his eyes and a pulsing vein on the side of his temple, he looked like a maniac. The tidiness of his clothes only exaggerated his tired features.
-Sir, I know I may step out of the line, but…
Lucia hesitated for a second. She wasn't the type to get so personal with her employers, but Luther had been there for her since she graduated college. He was the first to send flowers when her mother died, he was there when her ex-boyfriend trashed her place and he made sure to walk her home and check her house every night to make sure her ex-boyfriend didn't hide inside. So she had to step in too after seeing the pathetic state Luther was in.
-I know it's not my business and we're not exactly friends
-Get to the point, Lucia, my head is killing me, said Luther softly.
-You can still be normal, Luth. You could get a girlfriend and try some supplements to help with fertility. Or you could adopt a kid with a guy you at least can stand. Or try in vitro. Luther, that Akna guy is bad news. I've never seen you in this state. It's sincerely scaring me. I know you need to procreate fast since the public demands that the head of Public Affairs is either an alpha or an omega with a child, but don't destroy yourself for a job.
-Fuck, I need to really pull myself together, don't I? chuckled humorlessly Luther. I can't have my employees worrying about me now, can I?
Lucia smiled unsure. Luther gave her a reassuring smile. He swore himself for becoming such a weakling.
The day went on pretty uneventful after that.
The week went by completely differently for Killian.
As soon as he regained consciousness, he was met with a slap across the face from his sister, Clara. The sting of the hit was strong enough to wake Killian from the euphoria that was still lingering around since the pheromone shower that happened at dinner to the harsh brutality of reality.
-All you had to do was spike his drink and go to town with him, idiot! You couldn't get it up? Not even for the future of our fucking company?
-Not my style, sis, said Killian dry.
-Fuck your style! Auntie is furious! She is dealing with a plan B and lawyers up for the repercussions of your limp dick!
-Luther won't cut ties with our company.
-Why? Cuz he appreciate how honest you were about the fact you were about to bloom him?
-Exactly.
-You better fucking pray on it, bro, cuz I am not going poor no matter what. If all goes down, I'll use you to climb on top of this shit without a scratch.
-I didn't expect less from you, Clara.
The woman shut the door loudly exiting Killian's hospital room. The alpha sighed in relief. He usually stays on Clara's good side. Not out of fear, but out of precaution. Nobody ever won against a hurricane.
Left alone, he tried to puzzle together the events from last night. His memory of the events was foggy, but the sensation was still sparkling the blood in his veins.
He couldn't exactly remember more than Luther's head tilted back in shock and lust. His eyes trembling with uncertainty, wetting themselves in the corners. The way he covered his mouth trying to stop the sensation from shaking all ration in his body. The lost fight when he finally bloomed in all his might.
His scent started sweet with a hint of wild honey lime. It was overbearing as it was. Suffocating, but addicting.
But Oh God when he finally let loose and bloomed properly
It completely shut down any spark of intelligence, of ration, of reason. Nothing could have prepared him for that. It was hard as it was to only keep his hand put on Luther's shoulder when every cell of his body ached to explore him more.
But when Luther lost his composure, Killian lost reason. He couldn't know which god or deity to thank first that he fainted, because that scent drained any humanity from his body and left him nothing but a lustful animal.
-Lucky bastard, chuckled Killian.
"Now that I set the trap, all I need to do is wait for him to come to me," thought the alpha. "I know he felt what I felt so I bagged both the drug deal and the perfect omega".
"I can't take more than a few days".
But contrary to Killian's overflowing confidence, a week got by without any signs from Luther.
-You're cheating on me? Killian yelled at Luther, making every head inside the hotel turn.
The only word Luther could articulate in that situation was:
-Fuck…