Contract [1]

Knox stood by the entrance of an apartment unit where he once delivered food. His hands clenched on his side as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The forest scent lingered inside the whole house, giving him a headache.

He sighed and braved himself for what was to come. He needed to make up his mind. His life would be over if he got caught with those sharks and had nothing to give. They will bite everything he has and feed him to wolves.

So, when Dr. Kayden explained everything to him, along with Azrael's secretary, who brought the contract, Knox didn't hesitate to sign after seeing the salary he would receive.

The contract stated that: one, everything about the employer's information and conditions is strictly confidential; two, the employee is to attend to every need of the employer, including but not limited to giving relief during ruts or sexually related interactions; three, the employee will have to move into the employer's residence; and four, any breach of contract will result into contract termination and the employee will be subjected into charges. The patient will receive a whopping amount of xxx as a monthly salary.

The second clause was etched in his mind. But thinking practically, he'd also end up in someone's bed if he refused that opportunity. At least, if he's living with his employer in that expensive apartment complex, he won't have to worry about returning home thinking he's being followed.

At least, the security in that place is strict.

Thump. Thump.

Knox shuddered when the sound of footsteps came closer. He had already signed a contract and received his advance payment; there was no way of escaping now.

"What are you still doing there? Are you waiting for the next year? Do you want me to carry you instead?" Azrael sarcastically asked, giving Knox an indifferent look. He whirled around and added commandingly, "Follow me. Hurry."

Knox inhaled deeply once more; somehow, the funny welcome made him feel slightly at ease. He thought his employer was like a horny beast going around flinging his pheromones to penetrate any hole he could find, but it turned out that he was just suffering from a condition.

He even felt pity for the poor man.

Knox made sure to take his daily medicine so nothing would probably happen. Besides, the man thinks he is a beta. He must be careful not to slip his pheromones out, even just a bit.

Azrael sat in the living room, crossing his legs and folding his arms on his chest. Across him, on the table, was the contract Knox signed in the hospital. His brows furrowed as his eyes glazed over the second clause.

Clicking his tongue, he uncrossed his legs and sat like a thug, grabbing the contract and tapping on the second clause. He gave Knox a patronizing look; his eyes ran from his neck to his chest and moved lower to his thighs.

Azrael's eyes went back to the man's face. His figure was small for a beta but quite big for an omega. His drooping eyebrows appeared gentle, and his brown hair looked softer. His eyes had sheens of green, but his irises resembled the deep ocean.

His skin is pale and clear. Azrael furrowed his brows when his gaze caught in between the man's neck and collar. His Adam apple looks small and cute.

'Did I say cute…?' he shockingly asked himself.

Azrael shook his head slightly, then he sighed exhaustedly and loudly spoke, "What the hell is that f*cking secretary of mine thinking? Does he think I'm fine with just any hole?"

Knox's trembling body flinched. His brows twitched, and he wondered, 'What did he mean by that?'

Azrael waved his hand like he was erasing something in the air, then pointed at the seat across from him, "You're not even my type. Sit."

'Am I a dog?' Knox thought indignantly, but he rejoiced when he heard those words; that meant his chastity would be safe. He obediently sat across him, hands on his lap while he bowed his head slightly to hide his twitching corner lip. A grin wanted to slip out, but he suppressed it.

Azrael raised his brow. Clearly, the man in front of him was uncomfortable. He tapped his finger on the table and ordered, "Look here. I wanted to revise this shit contract."

Knox lifted his head abruptly, thinking, ' Is he going to change the salary amount?'

"I don't like the second clause. In fact, I don't like you beside me within a one-meter radius, got it? If I'm in my rut, just f*cking leave the place and don't come back until I tell you. You're a beta, so I don't think you can help me either way. Is that clear?"

Knox nodded.

Azrael's brow twitched in annoyance, "Do you even have a tongue?"

Knox looked at Azrael and nodded repeatedly. His fingers fiddled on the hem of his shirt, then, thinking that his employer wanted to check his tongue, he opened his mouth and showed his tongue, "Mm."

A vein popped on Azrael's neck. His eyes sent daggers, which made Knox tremble again in fear. He quickly averted his eyes and gulped. What did he even do? He asked inwardly.

Azrael sighed, "Stop seducing me. I told you, you're not my type. Go that way and enter the room on the left. That'll be your room. You're dismissed."

Knox had never felt so happy being dismissed before. He stood immediately and enthusiastically answered, "Yes, sir!"

Then, he ran in the pointed direction, leaving a dumbfounded Azrael.

Azrael blinked, then he let out an amused grin, "The fuck is that? So, he can shout but refuses to answer me properly."

He stood, took a pack of cigarettes, and then walked to the balcony. The cityscape looked dreamy in the background. However, Azrael ruined that by puffing out his smoke. He looked up and rubbed his nape.

'Kayden said my rut will come in a month. I need to find a partner,' he thought to himself. Because he doesn't like omegas, he spends his ruts with female alphas and sometimes betas that he finds attractive.

"I guess it'll be the same this time."

After finishing his smoke, he went inside and headed to his room. The door on the left caught his attention. He has never tried living with someone before, but he needs someone to help him release his pheromones on a daily basis.

With a beta that can't be bothered by his strong scent by his side, his pheromones will stabilize. He only hopes that what his doctor said won't happen. An omega, to him, will only be useless.