Chapter 4 - What's Done Can't Be Undone

It'd been three hours since the model left.

Martin woke up from his quick nap to the faint sound of a scream and a loud thud. His eyes flickered for a moment as he tried to focus his blurry gaze. The 27 year old Beta male yawned and thought that he must've heard wrong, but then he jolted to his seat when he found that the underground parking was almost empty of cars.

"Damn it!" He cursed once he found out that it was almost midnight but Ryley hadn't come back.

Martin repeatedly called Ryley but the young model didn't answer his calls. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if something bad happened to Ryley. He'd always been suspicious of Rachel but he didn't want to talk about her to Ryley out of respect.

The entertainment industry is one hell of a battlefield. Nobody survived without being a sinister, or at least that's how Martin thought. He wouldn't deny the fact that he'd be in jail if he confessed his past crimes before he met Ryley.

That boy was simply different.

He's not that 'clean', but he's not a closeted sociopath like most people in this industry are either.

When the lift finally descended to the underground parking lot, Martin saw a group of executives coming out. He stepped aside to give them a way then accidentally heard the old men in designer suits talk.

"What a beautiful night! We're saved!"

"Tch! This isn't the time to relax, Tom. We need to do something about Anderson. He's clearly not in our favor."

"Robert is right. We will deal with him first then the witch. If we got rid of them both, it'd be easier to remove that boy."

"Do you not recall how she made Henry's death look like a suicide? That witch is too powerful."

"Anyway, where's Scott? I haven't seen him since earlier."

Martin quickly entered the lift once the group walked past him, he pushed the button leading to the hotel's restaurant at the 6th floor. But when he reached there, he saw the waiters were cleaning the area, and the lights were shut down one by one.

"Good evening Sir, may I help you?" The manager in charge walked over and greeted him.

Martin cleared his throat and smoothened his blazer. "I'm looking for my friend Ryley Schwartz. He's having a dinner here with his sister. I'm Martin Flescher, his manager," he said then handed his ID to the restaurant's manager.

The man seemed to raise one of his eyebrows, then said to Martin, "Sir, it's true that we hosted Mr. Ryley and his sister Miss Rachel, but it looks like they've left 2 hours ago."

"Where to?" Martin replied in a slightly firm tone.

He felt his heart stop beating for a moment after hearing the answer.

…

The next morning, inside the Presidential Suite.

Warm rays descended on his messy face, making his eyelids quiver a little. Swollen lips, stuffy nose, body that now probably felt boneless…. Nobody would want to talk about his long smooth legs again after this. Or the clear liquid that kept oozing out between his thighs.

Or his neck, his chest, his abs— not an inch was left without a sign that showed a dominant Alpha 'was' there.

The once magnificent Presidential Suite now turned into a shipwreck with clothes scattering on the floor, torn fabrics here and there, and traces of bloods on the crumpled white sheet that almost fell off the King size bed.

Clyde woke up to the blinding sun rays, his sky blue eyes absorbed the light, making it seem as if it had its own life. He was about to move when he felt his arm numb from making a pillow for the blond lying beside him.

Whatever magic this pretty boy casted at him really worked. Clyde stared dumbfounded at the broken beauty in his arms, as if bewitched. The white skin that contrasted his was covered in bite marks, making the Alpha gulp down his saliva and swallow the beast inside that tried to take over him again.

Unconsciously, his hand moved to touch the golden strands gracing the beautiful face of the man passing out in his arms. His face kept drawing closer, as if there was an invincible magnet that laid behind those seductive red lips.

A faint smile crossed the Alpha's handsome face when he recalled how good it felt when he crushed those plump lips in a deep kiss while listening to their colliding sighs and moans as they drowned in the ecstatic pleasure of last night.

But his temporary delusion ended when his cold gaze melted at the honey-like irises that rose from behind the blond's eyelid.

"Who... Who are— Ah!" The blond jerked to seat and hissed as soon as he felt a stung in his lower back.

The horrified look in his eyes was inevitable as he stared at the pool of white liquid gushing out of his bottom. His right hand quickly yanked the blanket at his chest and covered himself while his left reached for the part where it ached.

"Wh…What… What did you do to me?!" The blond asked with his whole body trembling in fear.

The sight unknowingly made Clyde's mood terrible. The bulky Alpha sighed and got off from bed without a word, feeling irritated.

"No, what did YOU do to me." The Alpha said with his back against him. He sounded pretty much arrogant, just like his usual self.

Hearing the Alpha's answer made the blond equally annoyed. And more so when he caught the fresh scratches on the man's broad tanned back. His brown eyes swiftly scanned the room, trying to find any blunt object he could use to bash this bastard's head just like the previous one who attempted to rape him.

The blond then grabbed the table lamp on the nightstand, his blood boiling. But instead of hearing someone's skull getting cracked, a loud thud echoed throughout the Presidential Suite. Clyde turned towards the source, looking at the pathetic blond creature in front of him.

Ryley's pair of topaz irises widened as he realized he couldn't feel his legs at all. He struggled to wake up but his thighs slapped the wooden floor again.

Clyde zipped up his black pants, his blue eyes coldly glared towards the direction of the sound. His fingers ran through his navy hair, slicking it back as he walked and squatted in front of the blond. Then in a swift motion he caught the chiseled face that basked under the faint sun rays penetrating through the white curtain.

"Answer my question, what did you do to me?" His tone firm, as if interrogating a criminal. He still couldn't believe a mere Omega turned him into a beast last night.

"What the hell are you talking about? Don't you see who made me like this?!" The blond hissed back, forcefully pulling down Clyde's strong hand from his face. "Don't touch my face!" He tried to drag himself to the corner, but a strong arm caught his limp leg and dragged him closer.

"Who are you to order me? You are at the presence of an Alpha so behave yourself!" Clyde said, his eyes shone against his dark skin. He looked at the pretty face with condenscending gaze and tightened his grip around the blond's leg, making him let out a painful moan.

But that wasn't the end of his resistance. "I'm not a fucking Omega, you Alpha bastard!!!" He tried to reach for the table lamp and smashed it on Clyde's face.

Still, the Alpha overwhelmed him witn his strength. The bigger man pulled his hand closer that their face was almost without distance. "If you are not an Omega, how did you go into heat and let out pheromones?"

The blond's eyes suddenly widened, then turned bloodshot as he realized the answer to the Alpha's question. Anger seemed to burn in his gaze but then disappeared into thin air as soon as he recalled of what happened before he lost consciousness last night. His proud face dropped as he mumbled, "Someone clearly spiked my drink with a strong medicine and made an effect as if I'm an Omega."

Clyde frowned upon hearing the answer. "Are you saying that you're not an Omega?"

"Yes!" The blond tilted his head, facing the Alpha in front of him without the slightest doubt in his eyes. "I'm not an Omega so what did you do to me?!" He snapped, glaring at Clyde.

"You're lying." Clyde jerked from his squat, standing up and turning his back, unable to believe what he'd just heard. "No way you're not an Omega. You clearly went into heat last night, did you remember how you forced me—"

Clyde abruptly stopped his denial when he turned around and caught the blond freeze in his place. His white hand trembled upon grasping his bitten nape, his brown irises bulged with tears pooling on the corner of his eyes.

"You… Just what did you do to me…" His voice shaken, and with a horrified face his tears rained on the wooden floor.

Clyde frowned, then cleared his throat and said in his deep voice. "You said you're not an Omega. That shouldn't be an issue."

The blond was again horrified when he saw the remnants of the Alpha's seed flowing out of his lower body. "You…."

The man with the dark skin scratched the back of his head, feeling that he must have been too pent up for jumping a drugged person and wrecked him like a beast pouncing its prey last night. "Why are you so terrified? Nothing will happen, you won't even get pregnant. But I'll still compensate anyway." Then he walked towards the drawer and pulled out his wallet.

"Take this. Use it at will and make sure that nobody will know about this," he said, handing him the card.

The blond struggled to support himself and finally stood up equal to Clyde after feeling his strength had come back to his legs. A weird smile crossed his face before he slapped the Alpha's card and pointed to his nose.

"I'm not a prostitute, you jerk!" He yelled breathlessly as few tears escaped his eyes. "Do you think you could do anything to a helpless person just because you're an Alpha? What are you going to do after this? Blame me for getting drugged?"

Clyde was about to argue but he froze at the sight of the blond swaying. "You… Are you okay—"

Not finishing with his words, the slender body in front of him instantly collapsed, but Clyde was fast to catch him and lift him up. Then the man laid him down on his bed and patted his smooth cheek. "Hey! What's wrong with you?!" But he got no answer in return.

Clyde sat with his elbows on his knees, rustling his hair in frustation. Then he reached for his phone about to call his doctor friend, but a call from his sister stopped him.

"What's up Claire?"

"Clay, are you still in the hotel right now?" The usually cheerful voice now sounded a little panicked from the other side.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Clyde replied in a lazy tone. Then he went to grab the TV remote and turned it on.

"My model is missing! His manager told me he disappeared last night after having a dinner with his sister in the hotel's restaurant. I'm still in Paris now and I can't fly back to NYC until next week. Can you please help me find him?" Claire said, pacing back and forth in her mansion in Paris.

"What model are you talking about, Claire? Nobody was allowed to enter, not even to the restaurant except the board members and the invited guests. I'm sure no celebs and the likes were invited," Clyde answered, yawning as he pressed the button to change the TV channels.

"No, Clay, you don't understand. He was there with his sister. I saw him from a CCTV clip the head security sent me a while ago. Look, this is no longer about me and my business. This also concerns your reputation!"

Claire had been in the business world far longer than Clyde since she's the Alpha's older sister. No wonder she quickly saw past the game that some people tried to play to harm her little brother.

"Ugh, I don't know what you're talking ab—" His words hung in the air as he just realized the most obvious thing.

How could he not realize it before?

If no celebs or whatsoever were invited, then how did this 'not-an-Omega' blond get in?

"Hello? Clay? Can you hear me? Clay?"

Clyde ignored his sister's voice, his phone dropped to the floor as soon as news on the TV caught his attention.

"The rising model Ryley Schwartz is reported missing since last night, along with his sister Rachel Schwartz after they had a dinner together in The Grand Falcon Hotel…."

Series of photos showing a blond model with honey-like eyes and porcelain skin were shown in the TV screen while the reporter read the news.

"This can't be…."

Clyde's pair of blue eyes widened, looking at the exact figure of Ryley Schwartz lying naked and unconscious on his bed with anxious look.

What should he do?