Rude parking lot guy [3]

Hoarse voices and agonizing cries filled the expensive suite in one of the famous hotels in the night district area, accompanied by silent and shaky sobs. Four men were standing, surrounding a guy whose face was already unrecognizable and a frail-looking young man whose clothes almost revealed his naked body.

On the opposite side, one other man was sitting on an onyx sofa, legs crossed and sitting relaxedly while glaring at the two trespassers. His three-piece black business suit was perfectly ironed, paired with his slick hair swept to the back with a few strands falling on his clear forehead.

His thin, pale lips were pressed tightly in annoyance. His grey eyes were blazing with anger, yet his languid posture showed boredom. Azrael stood, walked to the man kneeling in the middle, and aggressively pulled the omega's hair. He grimaced at the disgusting smell coming from him.

Azrael smirked wickedly, "I wonder if you'd start singing if I shoved your face in the toilet. Or would you actually prefer that? Seeing that you like kissing asses, hm?"

The omega sobbed and begged to be released. Azrael shoved the omega onto the floor and kicked the other beta guy.

The beta guy groaned, and fear flashed in his bruised eyes. He was an employee in that hotel and driven by money greed; he accepted a simple request from someone to let an omega enter that suite. However, he didn't know that the 'someone' who occupied it was the CEO of the DV Group, Azrael Del Valle—the alpha known for his aversion toward omegas.

"Urgh!"

Azrael kicked the guy in the chest again. He was enraged. How daring of them to cross him without thinking about their puny lives?

He only went to that hotel for a business meeting with an eccentric older man who likes doing business at night while surrounded by whores. He was only able to control his pheromones because of the medicine prescribed to him by his doctor.

The scent of that place is nauseating. He wanted to return as soon as he came in and postponed the meeting. However, as the older man was one of the prospective investors, he had no choice but to proceed.

The employee knelt once more, his forehead touching the floor as he bowed and said with a shaky voice, "P-Please b-believe me! I really don't know who it was! I was just given orders! I didn't dare ask their names!"

Azrael sighed frustratedly. That sigh sent shivers down the employee's spine and the sprawled omega. It sounded like the infamous alpha was ready to eliminate them. They cried and begged to be spared, but Azrael's mood grew sour.

He said dismissively, "Silence them."

The noise was ringing in his ears, making him more irked.

One of the four bodyguards pulled a gun and pointed at the employee, but Azrael stopped him from pulling the trigger, "What are you doing?"

The bodyguard looked flustered and confused, "Silencing them, sir…?"

He furrowed his brows. A gun would silence them forever indeed, but killing them inside that hotel would only leave them with future problems. He pinched the bridge of his nose and mumbled, "Gag them instead. And make sure to get information from that omega."

"Yes, sir."

With that, Azrael left the room with the two of his bodyguards. He wasted no time and came down. He couldn't wait to go home and take a bath. He cursed after finding the lobby was packed with people. He strode past the crowd and decided to wait outside for his car instead.

He went to the corner and leaned on a post with folded arms. His deathly glares sent away everyone who dared to walk and talk to him. It only took a few minutes before his car arrived.

However, someone grabbed and pulled him by the arm before he could walk to the car. He gritted his teeth and was ready to shout to whoever dared to touch him. But a trembling voice cut him off instead.

"H-Help me! I'll a-accept your offer! I'll work for you, so please, help!"

Azrael's brows furrowed. The man looked familiar, but he couldn't pinpoint where he had met him. He shrugged off the man's hands, but his body moved instinctively when the man fainted and slid down. He caught his frail body, cursing under his breath, but he stiffened after realizing something.

That pale face, brown hair, and deep green eyes reminded him of that deliveryman! Azrael caught his head and leaned it closer to see him clearer. The blinking lights of the night district didn't hide his swollen cheeks and wounded lower lip. He also realized how skinny the man was.

Judging from his disheveled clothes and beaten face, Azrael presumed that the man was being chased. He lifted his eyes and scanned the surroundings. Then, with a wave to his bodyguard, the servant came and took the unconscious man.

He told the driver to go straight to the hospital instead.

"He fainted from overfatigue. Also, his arm is broken. Come back here after two weeks and I'll remove his cast," the doctor said as he stood and walked away from the sleeping patient.

Azrael scoffed, "Tell that to him once he wakes up. I'm leaving."

He stood and went to the door, but paused after his cousin, Dr. Kayden, asked him out of the blue.

"Isn't he the omega you're looking for?"

Azrael glanced at the man lying on the hospital bed and answered, "He's a beta."

Dr. Kayden smirked, "Why did you bring him here then? I can't imagine you'd take your time bringing a beta in a hospital."

Azrael raised his brow. The sarcasm was dripping from the doctor's mouth. He turned and faced him, "He's a beta who can endure my pheromones. All my servants at home can't even make it past the entrance. So, he will be working for me once he recovers."

Dr. Kayden mumbled enough for Azrael to hear, "Poor guy."

He earned a glare from his cousin but he laughed it off. Then, he continued, "Even so, make sure to take your suppressants daily even when you're at home. He might be a beta and can endure you, but I don't think it won't last long. Besides, there are possible effects of continuously bathing a beta with alpha's pheromones."

Azrael showed interest, "What is it?"

"A one in a million chance that a beta will undergo a gender conversion, and become an omega."

"That's possible?" Azrael asked with surprise. Dr. Kayden nodded. Upon confirmation, Azrael nodded slowly like he found something interesting, and then he smirked and added, "Well, I guess I don't mind creating my own omega."

Dr. Kayden flinched. His face distorted with disbelief, but he also made sure to warn Azrael, "Don't think it's easy! Ninety percent of those who went gender conversion suffered depression and declining physical condition. The change in their bodies greatly affected them. Don't be an ass and try doing it to someone. Understood?!"

Azrael only shrugged his shoulders and walked away. He was just kidding, but his cousin took his joke seriously. Anyway, even if it's his personally created omega, he's still certain he wouldn't like it.