Dorian McCallister wanted to go home. The 35 year old man was exhausted, homesick, and honestly quite drunk.

He didn’t usually get drunk. But the stress before the takeover of K-records, and the immense relief that the deal went through, made Dorian feel the effect of the alcohol more. His employees weren't late to take advantage of their boss' unusual condition, and after dinner at the neighborhood restaurant outside the office, they took him to a flashy nightclub in Soho.

Dorian found himself standing at the bar, and in front of him was a long line of brown-ish shots. Jane Gray, the young star of the company, was on his right, and Elliot Hendricks, the label’s Vice President, and Dorian’s best friend were on his left. Beside them stood their colleagues, who had worked hard for over a year with the business with K-records.

“Okay, we’ll get three each. Here we go,” Jane screamed, counting down from three.

At zero, they took the shots one by one, and Dorian grimaced badly and washed down the taste of Jägermeister with a light beer.

“Goddammit,” he heard Elliot shout, and Dorian looked at the shorter man.

With his two meters, Dorian was taller than most, and his muscular body made him look even more prominent. If you asked people what the perfect alpha would look like, Dorian McCallister was this personified. He radiated both mental and physical superiority. Dorian was always calm, and there wasn't much that got him off-balance. He was confident, and he made others feel safe. People respected and listened to him.

Dorian McCallister was a Prime Alpha born in a blue-blooded family.

Elliot looked up at his boss with gleaming tears in his eyes.

“Of all things, why Jägermeister?”

“Bad memories?” Dorian had to speak loudly so that Elliot could hear him over the deafening music that was played from the dance floor.

The fast beats from the EDM tone streamed from the speakers, and the two men immediately recognized the track that was playing. It was a top performer from their own label.

Elliot, who was as old as Dorian and his college buddy, nodded.

“Don’t you remember after the Graduation Party? You, me, Katie and Finian went to that little club by the river. We drank Jägermeister until we vomited, and Finian fell asleep in a bush.”

Dorian laughed at the memory.

“Yeah, that’s right. I had to carry Finian on my back all the way home. Wasn’t that the night you proposed to Katie?”

Elliot nodded and got a big smile on his face. Dorian knew how much Elliot still loved his wife Katie, who was Dorian and Finian’s childhood friend from Middle School. Both Elliot and Katherine, or Katie as they called her, were betas, and they had two beautiful children, twin boys.

“She would kill me if she saw where we at,” the Vice President said with a chuckle, as he looked to the dance floor.

Dorian followed his gaze. Everywhere, intoxicated twenty-year old’s danced, their bodies close to each other, huddled together. It was unusual to see such a mix of alpha, beta, and even some omega. Usually, they often kept to themselves and had their ‘own’ clubs, but this one was different. People were kissing like they tried to devour each other, and it looked as though several were close to tearing each other’s clothes off.

“Isn’t this a wonderful place, Boss?” Jane said. The short blonde woman had to stand on her toes and talk loudly for Dorian to be able to hear her.

“Do you come here often?” He asked the much younger woman.

Jane nodded. Her cheeks were red from the alcohol.

“Every weekend with my friends. Many come here to find a partner, but I like the music they play.”

Dorian understood that she meant a partner for an omega’s heat or an alpha’s rut. Jane herself was an omega, and Dorian had received a lot of shit from others in the industry when he hired her as a Label Manager. Traditionally, it was only alpha’s that worked as executives, sometimes even betas. But this was the first time a Record Company had hired an omega in such a high position. Dorian had seen an outstanding talent in the young woman and couldn’t care less about her second gender.

“Do you want to dance?” She suddenly asked, her blue eyes glittering.

Dorian smiled at the young woman but shook his head.

“Maybe, in a while.”

Jane nodded in response, turned to the two women next to her, Lila from A&R and Yeo-reum from public relations, and took them with her to the dance floor. Tyler Johnson, who stood next to Elliot, followed the women quickly, and both Dorian and Elliot started laughing as they watch the younger man.

“He’s so in love, it's almost cute,” Elliot said and smirked while taking a big sip of his beer.

“Yeah, but he better not do anything improper, Yeo-rheum is our best publicist after all. We don’t want any reports of sexual harassment. We have to keep an eye on him.”

Elliot laughed and nodded.

“It would have been typical if our good lawyer pulled us into the Metoo scandal.”

They both snickered and stood silently for a while as the two friends listened to the loud, but great music.

“Finian is pregnant,” Dorian suddenly announced, and Elliot snapped his head to his side and stared at Dorian with a surprised expression on his clean shaved face.

“What?”

“Yeah. He told me yesterday. The baby will be born this summer.”

The surprised expression changed to a happy one and he smiled big while raising his beer.

“Congratulations, buddy. It has to be a record or something. Two alphas with three kids. How often does that happen? Cheers!”

Dorian smiled as he thought of his beloved, and again, he got struck by a deep longing for home. He toasted with his friend, drank the beer, and looked at Elliot.

“Should we take the opportunity to dance a little before going home to our loved ones?”

Elliot grinned and nodded. He got reminded of what it was like when they were young, and their whole life had revolved around music. Dorian had produced music since he was a teenager, and when they met in business school, Dorian had already decided that he would start a record label. Elliot, who was an ace in business, quickly became involved in Dorian’s plans. They went to gigs, clubs and gained experience and contacts. For at least a year, they lived in the nightclub scene, and Elliot had missed this.

The two men reached the dance floor and found their colleagues. Dorian caught the eyes of basically everyone around him, but that was something he had gotten used to, so he ignored it. Dorian was a Prime-Alpha. There weren't that many in the world, and they usually didn't visit places like this. Because their presence often made other alphas feel either threatened or starstruck, while omega’s almost always was a little afraid of them. Betas didn’t care, because they weren’t concerned with pheromones. But Dorian didn’t bother with the attention he got. Drunk and happy, he danced with his best friend and the staff that he was so proud of. They deserved to celebrate and just let go for one night.

It wasn’t until after a while that Dorian noticed a scent he never known before. It smelled of flowers and freshly cut grass. Like a meadow full of blooming spring flowers with morning dew glittering in the rising sun. Curious Dorian stopped dancing and looked around. Where did this scent come from? The alpha closed his eyes and deeply inhaled the scent through his nose. Without thinking, he moved his body in the direction from which the smell came. Dorian didn’t open his eyes yet. He breathed in the amazing scent, and it made him feel so calm. As if all the stress just melted away.

Dorian could feel something starting to grow inside his body. It began in the pit of his stomach as a hunger awakened. It got bigger, and it spread. The blond man became warm as if his temperature increased by several degrees, and he felt dizzy and couldn't concentrate on anything but the scent. He knew what was happening, but his rut shouldn’t come in a month. It didn't make any sense.

Dorian then finally opened his eyes, feeling he was close to the source of the amazing scent. And that’s when Dorian lost control.