Luther's evening went from bad to worse in a matter of minutes. Even lying down, he couldn't stop the head throbbing pain that gripped him after the big argument he had in the parking lot. Killian and Claus were sure a deadly combination he hoped to never encounter again in his life.
Killian was always a pain in his side. He was the first alpha he ever faced with a whatever grade of resilience of his poison. He also stirred up a feeling Luther did not have the freedom to explore before- lust.
His fist still hurt. That alpha bastard had an iron jaw for sure. Luther thought about the scandal and the headlines. He could lose his job over this, but he didn't feel angry or worried about it.
"Might as well start living like a nepo baby. What good is family money if you don't spend it, right?" thought the omega.
And it's not like he regretted attacking Killian, not after what his aunt said to him. He barely made it into the hotel parking lot before being approached by the old woman. Not any quantity of quality brands of jewels and clothes could buy this woman class.
Luther always admired the people who went from poverty to big money, but everything about this woman was overcompensating for her background. She was tacky and stuck up, but -given she was the shadow who actually controlled Akna Pharmaceuticals - Luther treated her with respect nonetheless.
-Mister Wilkers!
-Madam Akna, fancy seeing you here. Have you heard about this restaurant too? They have prime ribs eye, rumor has it!
-I'm watching my waist, but maybe another time, the woman responded.
Lucrezia scanned Luther from head to toe. "If only he wasn't a pathetic omega", she thought, " I would have got him myself, instead of letting my 2 brain cells nephew have fun with. Ah, I missed the time when men were men and women were women!".
-I have a dinner appointment, Luther mentioned. Did you need my help with something? Cuz if it's business-related, I could accommodate you more appropriately on Monday for a cup of coffee.
-I'll only keep you for a minute or two, love. You see, I thought our company and the Parliament would close the deal, making us the main resource of heat and rut inhibitors and stimulus. Yet, not only we don't have the same percentage of business as in the past years, it decreased to barely 25% of what we used to sell.
-Actually, madam Akna, I am on my way to meet another pharmaceutical company. Given our report that went well for the last 3 years, I was mindful enough of what a clean cut-off from your company would cause you in sales. So I didn't condemn you to bankruptcy, but Killian told me about the new drug you are developing. I will never approve of it.
Behind his polite smile, Luther was dead serious. Lucrezia could see the ice-cold determination behind his purple eyes.
" That's what I get for sending a man to do a woman's job", she thought.
-I know your secret, love, and I was actually hoping I could bargain with you.
-And what secret that would be?
-Your flower. You put a lot of effort into covering the petals on the side of your eye, but I know. You're a Belladonna, aren't you?
Luther tried keeping his composure, but his mind was racing with fear. How did she know?
-What do you think people would think if they knew the leader in charge of fertility is the most poisonous flower since the beginning of secondary gender? You are forbidden by law. You shouldn't live. You are worse than a weed
-I have no idea what are you talking about, said Luther firmly.
-Oh, let me remind you of the law: "Any child with a grade 5 or above of poison is strictly forbidden from any sort of copulation or reproduction. They shall live in isolation- in a space specifically designed to be resistant to their poison- until the end of their life". Yet you are the representative of fertility? Kind of ironic, don't you think? You could deny all you want, but the newspaper talk and people's trust can be lost so easily today.
-What do you want?
-Oh, don't worry, darling. You just need a few things. I want a full deal with Akna Pharmaceuticals. I want law approval of the new drug we are developing and I want you to marry my nephew, Killian. Families are less likely to betray each other. You can fuck him if you want. That way you can be experimented on for the new medicine. After all, who would be a better subject test than a belladonna? Shouldn't be a problem given how wet you got just because my Killian left you a whiff of his phenomenes. He told me how desperate and pathetic you are, little omega!
The woman traced her finger from Lithers shoulder to his biceps looking as if lost in thought.
-Hear your response on Monday? I take my coffee decaf with lots of milk.
After that Lucrezia left without another word. The