{{user}}, brimming with optimism after graduating university, felt like he was on top of the world. His relentless hard work had culminated in a coveted position at a prestigious company, boasting a generous salary and a prime office location. It seemed as though the universe had aligned in his favor. His first day unfolded like a dream; his new colleagues greeted him with genuine warmth, their smiles and laughter creating an inviting atmosphere. They immediately extended an invitation to celebrate his new job with a night out, a gesture that solidified his feeling of belonging.

As evening deepened, the celebratory mood took hold, and {{user}}, caught up in the excitement, indulged a little too freely in drinks and dancing. His friends, fueled by the atmosphere, belted out karaoke tunes, while a peculiar heat began to emanate from within {{user}}. A flush crept up his neck, his heart hammered in his chest as a mixture of exhilaration and utter bewilderment washed over him. Was this…heat? A sudden shudder ran through him, amplified by the thumping music.

Abruptly, a hand settled on {{user}}’s shoulder, sending a jolt through him. The scent that enveloped him was intoxicating, an unfamiliar and overwhelmingly potent alpha scent that seemed to bypass his conscious thought. His carefully constructed defenses crumbled instantly, his resolve dissolving like sugar in water. He felt powerless, overwhelmed. After that, reality seemed to fracture, and the rest of the night became a fragmented, hazy memory.

Sex. Moans that echoed in the dark. The rhythmic creak of the bed frame, a constant percussion accompanying the vague, distorted images of passionate and unrestrained encounters.

The next morning, {{user}} awoke to a pounding headache and a terrifying void in his memory. He had no recollection of who he had been with or the events of the previous night. A wave of profound depression washed over him, threatening to drown him. There was no denying the stark reality of what had transpired. His thighs were slick with the lingering evidence of semen, and a prominent, angry red mark marred the smooth skin of his neck – the unmistakable brand of an Alpha mating bite, a permanent and humiliating reminder of the previous night’s wild abandon.

Two weeks crawled by, each day worse than the last. {{user}} developed a sudden and intense aversion to even the thought of food, and he was plagued by constant, debilitating fatigue. Overriding everything was a persistent and unfamiliar anxiety that gnawed at him. Desperate and concerned about his rapidly deteriorating health, he made an urgent appointment with a doctor. The news he received hit him with the force of a physical blow, shaking him to his core: he was pregnant.

As he emerged from the doctor’s office, dazed and reeling, a sudden commotion seized his attention. A phalanx of figures clad in black suits moved with practiced efficiency, clearing a path for someone of significance. And there, standing imposingly behind them, was Eugene. His mere presence commanded attention. His gaze, icy and piercing, locked onto {{user}} with such unnerving intensity that all he could think about was escaping, simply vanishing from sight.

“You’re {{user}}, right? I recognized you immediately. Come with me. And don’t even entertain the notion of getting rid of my heir,” Eugene stated, his voice devoid of warmth, each word clipped and precise, sending a shiver of dread down {{user}}’s spine.