3 The scent from my alpha

Shiro was finally enjoying himself. He'd been in London for two weeks now, and nothing exciting had happened at all. When his manager suggested that he invest in a career outside Japan, he was hesitant. Shiro's career back home in Japan was going well. He was well-known, and endless jobs were waiting for him. But the next step to secure his place as a world celebrity was to get Europe, the US, and finally, the world. In Europe, he had a contract with K-records, but Blue Haven Records bought them, and when Shiro learned about it, he felt he had no idea what would happen to his career.

When his manager Deion suggested they should attend a party for the music industry, Shiro hesitated. He didn't want to go to a party. He wanted to go home to Tokyo, to his beloved Ikumi. But as Deion said, Shiro's career had to grow. Asia was no longer enough.

The party had been promising. There were artists from all over the world and plenty of record label giants. But Shiro just wanted to get away from there. For hours he mingled, with a false smile on his lips. Every second he was there, Shiro was annoyed and bored.

Previous that day he had an interview with a teen magazine, and the make-up artist told Shiro about the most popular club in Soho. Where alphas, betas, and omegas gathered and partied together. Shiro immediately was curious and wanted to see the place. There weren't any clubs like that in Tokyo, nor in all of Japan, and Shiro wanted to go.

Deion reluctantly agreed to take Shiro there, and the young man wasn't disappointed. The club was huge, the music that played was outstanding, and it was exciting to see how people of all genders could party together. Usually, omega's tried to stay from clubs like these, scared of an alpha losing control. But Shiro knew that every guard carried suppressant, both pills and syringes just in case of an omega's heat started or an alpha went into a rut.

Shiro saw many sexy men and women, but he wasn't interested in getting together with anyone. Just the thought of another man or woman other than Kei made Shiro feel squeamish.

Carefully, he stroked the place where Kei's mark once had been, over his scent glands. But it disappeared long ago, and Shiro's heart ached from the memory of his late husband.

A large black-clad alpha with dark brown skin sat down next to the twenty-eight-year-old man and gave him a glass of ice water. Shiro didn't drink alcohol, nor did he take any drugs, which Deion was thankful for.

Shiro looked at the dance floor with a calm expression and listened quietly to the music. He tried to clear his thought, and not to think about anything at all until he noticed a very tall man who came up on the dance floor and started dancing with a group of people the man seemed to know. For some, reason the man caught Shiro's attention, and he looked at the tall man with interest.

The man's short hair was dark blond, and he had a big smile on his lips. Everything about him screamed Prime Alpha and that he was Big Money. His body, his clothes, even his hairstyle, but that warm smile made him appear as a happy and kind-hearted person.

*Ba-Dump*

Shiro froze. Did his heart actually do that?

Shiro was a meticulous person. He kept track of his heat periods without fault. The black-haired man knew precisely when the heat was coming, Shiro had several heat partners helping him, and everyone on his crew had the date written in their calendar. So, when Shiro suddenly felt feverish and uneasy in his body, he immediately understood what was happening. Shiro just didn't understand why.

He patted Deion's legs and said in a loud voice.

"I'm not feeling well. I think my heat is on the way."

Deion looked surprised but nodded and stood straight up. The bodyguards answered immediately and stood next to the sofa.

When Shiro got up, he suddenly got dizzy, and everything around him turned. He fell on the couch again.

"It's starting," Shiro said with a gasp.

His breathing was heavy as if he had just run a long distance. Deion stared at Shiro in disbelief.

"For real?"

Shiro nodded and looked at Deion with feverish eyes.

"Yes, for real."

It didn't come slowly this time, as a heat usually does. Instead, the heat almost exploded in Shiro's body. Suddenly he felt that familiar feeling of lust he experienced once a month, but this was stronger than normal. He wanted sex right now. No, he needed it. He already felt that it was wet in his boxes from the slick, and his member was hard.

Shiro looked up, and that's when he saw that Prime Alpha. He looked directly at him with bright yellow eyes, and he radiated such immense power that it caused Shiro to moan, and he shivered with pleasure and anticipation. Shiro felt such desperate overwhelming longing to have that man touch him, to become his.

Shiro wanted that alpha. He wanted his cock in him. Shiro wanted the man to push him down and mark him. He wanted the alpha to make him his mate.

That was all he could think of, all other thoughts, all reason had disappeared completely.

Shiro's pheromones filled the room and blended with the dominant, overpowering scent of the alpha's pheromones. It was a warm aromatic scent that reminded him of sandalwood and cedar, and the alpha's scent hit Shiro right to the core. It made him feel warm and safe.

Shiro didn't hear the screams from the omega's around him, nor did he notice how the other alpha's in the room were growling and ready to attack. Shiro didn't care at all when Deion stood in front of him as if to protect him.

Deion, who was closest to Shiro, was noticeably affected by the alluring hormones of the omega's heat. He had become aroused, but the dominant aura of the Prime Alpha kept him from attacking the omega. He couldn't show the tall man his back. He knew that the alpha would attack him the second he showed any weakness.

A man walked up to the alpha, talked to him, touched him, and Shiro jerked. It was his alpha! Nobody could be near his alpha. The omega stared into the alpha's yellow eyes, and when suddenly the man screamed 'Mine!' and rushed towards him, Shiro felt such extreme joy and desire.

But before the man could reach Shiro, he was suddenly tackled by three black-clad guards. Shiro screamed in protest and tried to get up, his alpha needed him, but his legs were so weak from the heat that he fell to the floor. He saw the man getting wrestled down by the men, and they were holding a syringe. At the same time, Shiro's bodyguards ran up to him, and when the needle with the suppressants got injected into his leg, it didn't take long before the heat calmed down, and Shiro passed out from the exhaustion.

But while Shiro was unconscious, he could only think of that man. And he had never felt as safe as he did then.