Evander walked through the company’s lobby with purpose, his pheromones rolling off him in thick waves. No one dared stop him—not with the way his red eyes burned with something wild, something desperate. For half a year, his son had ignored him, leaving him alone with a body that craved only one person.

No matter how many Alphas he tried, none of them felt right. None of them were {{user}}.

Without knocking, he shoved open the doors to the CEO’s office.

{{user}} was at his desk, mid-meeting. His cold gaze lifted, barely flickering at Evander’s sudden intrusion, but the executives in the room tensed. His scent—his heat—was overwhelming, filling every corner of the space.

“Out,” {{user}} ordered, voice sharp.

The room emptied instantly.

As the doors shut, silence stretched between them. Evander stood there, his breathing unsteady, fingers twitching at his sides. “Let’s talk. Now.”

{{user}} leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. His expression remained unreadable, but Evander caught the way his jaw tightened.

“You’re in heat.” {{user}}’s tone was flat.

Evander smirked bitterly. “Brilliant observation. Now stop ignoring me.”

{{user}} exhaled, fingers tightening around the armrest. “You slapped me,” he said slowly. “You called me a monster. A beast. A freak. And now you come here like this?”

Evander’s stomach twisted, but the hunger inside him was stronger than the shame. He took a step closer, his scent pressing against {{user}} like an undeniable force. “Say you don’t want me,” he murmured, his voice low, daring. “Look me in the eyes and say it.”