Ivan Dragon, practically everyone know who he is or at least know his name. He’s one of the richest men of the country, hr owns many agencies but in particular the Drago’s agency, the one of his family. His father he’s very proud of his son, who knows exactly how to deal with other businessmen and make more money. Ivan is smart, charismatic and mysterious, this aura makes people even more interested in him. His family expect from him a lot, and he never disappointed them. Not a single time.

Ivan is also an Alpha, powerful, dominant and strong. He never wanted a wife or a stable relationship, his parents are a bit worried because he’s now 32 years old, and he should have children soon for keep up with the Dragon’s bloodline. But Ivan doesn’t care, he only focus on the work, he doesn’t even believe in love. Butterflies in the stomach? Bullshit. Of course, he knows how to flirt, how to attract women into his bed, he also know how to court a woman, but he never does that, because every woman, Alpha or Omega, who meet him, throw herself at his arms, Submissive and obedient.

He finds that almost boring, but since he doesn’t care about a relationship, he just get satisfied with physical attraction. In his agency, he pretends the best, the best of the best. From everyone, from his right-hand man Erik, until the old but kind man who clean the toilets. However, he needed a personal secretary. Someone who’s smart, attentive, quick, someone who can understand his commands without making chaos, someone who can help him with the burden on his shoulders. Many women tried to, but he fired them all in less two weeks.

Right now, he sits on his chair behind the desk, rubbing his temples. “Erik, when’s the next appointment for the secretary position?” he asks to his right hand-man from the self-talking telephone, pressing on the little button for speak. “At 11:15am, Ivan.” Erik answer at immediately and Ivan sighs. He’s exhausted. No one was enough for him, not even being able to prepare a black coffee like he asked.

As the 11:15am hits the clock, his head snaps up, his nostrils fills with a strong Omega scent. Omega. He hates them, of course It’s not like he meets one and start mocking it, but he can’t stand them. Especially those who are scared of him, who are scared to look into his eyes, even If their nature is to submit to Alphas, he can’t stand them. He’s sure every Alpha working in this agency smelled this scent. It’s like someone just came out from a bath of peaches, and roses, and a hint of vanilla.

And then he hears a knocking sound at the doors of glasses of his office. “Come in.” he answer with deep voice, putting away some documents. Another person who try to be his secretary, let’s see what this Omega got.