At first Eric couldn't understand what he meant, but soon a large amount of alpha pheromones entered his nose. Unable to avoid it, his legs lost strength and he had to hold on to whatever was close to him to keep from falling, but unfortunately it ended up being Keaton who held him.
Eric gasped and pushed Keaton to release him, but Keaton's grip was strong and he was getting weaker due to the alpha pheromones.
A cynical laugh came out of Keaton's mouth.
“Just look at you, will you still deny you're an omega? Why were you hiding it? When I thought you were beta, I didn't pay much attention to you, but now that I think about it, you are small, delicate and with a pretty face.”
“Please let me go…”
“Why? Don't you like an alpha to give you attention?”
Keaton held him in his arms and Eric felt disgusted and scared. He could feel Keaton's nose sniff the skin on his neck.
“However, no matter how much pheromones I pour on you, your pheromones are still weak...” Keaton's hands were slowly beginning to touch parts of Eric's body that only Chris had touched.
Chris… If Chris were in his place, Keaton would probably be on the floor with a broken nose.
Why can't I be like you, Chris?
“Let me go… I don't like this… Please… Keaton…”
Eric started crying and Keaton sighed in frustration.
“What's your fucking problem, Eric? Just let yourself go. Don't make things difficult, if you cooperate I can help you so you can have more great jobs like this. I have no intention of raping you.”
“I don’t want it…”
There was a little silence, but Eric could tell that Keaton was starting to get angry. His grip was more rough and his hands were beginning to get inside his clothes.
“Oh, I understand. It's Mark Kennedy you want, right? All that fucking friendly interaction with him was just flirting, right? Looking for a way to get him to bed… Wow, Who would have thought you had such high standards? You are a class whore.”
“That’s not true! Mark is not like you! And I'm not a whore! Let me go!”
“Uff… I really don't want to take you by force, but, if I pour a lot of pheromones on you until you got into heat and asked me to fuck you, it wouldn't count as rape, would it?”
Eric's crying got louder and he began to fight with all his strength to free himself from Keaton, but the more he fought, the more alpha pheromones were poured on him.
Little by little he was losing control of his body. Keaton's lascivious caresses that caused him so much disgust, little by little began to feel good.
But everything was physical.
His body was starting to feel good, but his mind was far from feeling good.
I don’t want this. I hate this… Somebody help me…
He felt that he was falling into a great dark abyss, but suddenly a light appeared.
The storage room door slammed open and a man entered. He grabbed Keaton and threw him hard into the hall.
“You little piece of shit! How dare you lay a hand on him! Are you a fucking animal!?” The man, who Eric soon began to recognize, grabbed Keaton by the collar of his shirt, threatening him with his fist.
“Mark?”
Just hearing Eric's voice did Mark stop. He released Keaton but not before threatening him:
“Don't even think you're going to escape from this.”
Keaton laughed, sighing at the pain of being thrown by Mark.
“Oh, sorry… Was him your omega? Don't worry, I just wanted to play with him for a bit… He's all yours.”
Mark felt rage at Keaton's cynicism and this time he really meant to hit him, but a third person kept Mark from getting his hands dirty.
“What's going on here?” the control room manager said, looking between Keaton, Mark and Eric while holding his nose.
“This son of a bitch…” Mark said, looking at Keaton. “He was trying to abuse Eric.”
“We were just having fun, right, Eric?”
“Shut up!” Mark exclaimed.
The manager looked at Eric, who was on the storage room floor with his face full of tears.
Eric was scared. What if the manager prefers to believe Keaton? He could very easily believe that Mark misinterpreted things and only interfered by thinking otherwise. The manager was also an alpha… what if even knowing that Keaton wanted to abuse him, he decides to support him?
But suddenly the manager pulled out his cell phone and made a call.
“We have an emergency in the storage room, it's urgent.” He hung up the call and looked at Keaton with a cold gaze. “You're the worst scum, Keaton.”
Eric started crying again, but this time it was a cry of relief.
“I'm sorry, Eric. I must have come early when I realized I said the wrong power line. Good heavens, wasn't this supposed to be Kevin's job? Ah… That boy is going to listen to me.” The manager sighed in frustration, scratching his head. “I didn't think Keaton was capable of this… Especially when you're a beta.”
“Is your nose clogged?” Keaton scoffed, trying to get to his feet, ignoring Mark's glare at him due to his indiscretion. “Can't you feel the omega pheromones?”
Then the manager removed the hand that covered his nose. It was difficult at first due to Keaton's alpha pheromones, but soon he felt a slight omega scent.
“Eric… are you an omega?” asked the surprised manager. Eric felt scared “God, I can't even imagine how scared you were to hide it… And yet, this happens… Don't worry, I understand why you did it.”
People in the studio soon gathered at the storage room entrance just after Keaton was taken away by security. Everyone was surprised to learn that Secretary Keaton dared to try to abuse Eric, but most of all, everyone was surprised to learn that Eric was omega. Still, no one dared to judge, especially by the fact that Keaton's disgusting act was more important.
Keaton's pheromones had already dispersed completely, but Eric still didn't feel better.
“We should take you to the hospital, Eric. Your body temperature is starting to rise,” suggested an omega girl after removing his hand from Eric's forehead.
Eric shook his head.
“I just need to go home, take my meds, and rest.”
Eric tried to get up with the help of the girl and another omega.
“We can't let you go home alone, at least let someone of us take you.” The omega girl looked at the people present. “Does anyone have a car?”
They all shook their heads. It was common for city workers to prefer to take the subway rather than drive, so it was no surprise that no one had. However, after debating with himself, Mark offered:
“I brought my car today…”
Mark knew it would be frowned upon to offer to drive him, but seeing Eric getting worse and worse, he felt bad. Especially after hearing Keaton's words before he entered the storage room and stopped him.
He felt that Keaton, beyond simply wanting to abuse Eric, was only using him to vent all the anger he had accumulated. He couldn't take it out on Mark, so in a way, Eric was the one who ended up suffering the consequences.
“But you are an alpha… a dominant one!” the omega girl pointed out.
The other people seemed to agree with her.
“You're right. I'm sorry.”
"It’s okay, I trust him,” Eric chimed in. “I am not a normal omega, much less a dominant one… Although my pheromones are increasing, for Mark, who is a high ranking alpha, they will only tickle his nose.”
Everyone doubted, but not that there were many options.
“Well… If Eric trusts him, then that's fine,” said another girl. “Also, we are talking about Mr. Kennedy, he is not just any dominant alpha.”
Mark sighed in relief.
“I really promise you that I will get Eric safely home.”
Eric tried to hide his smile as much as he could. It was as if the coincidences of life were in his favor. Although he was quite embarrassed that Mark was holding him to help him walk, he didn't dare complain. Is this a fairy tale come true?
He said goodbye to all his co-workers, and they thanked Mark for his kind act.
Although he was happy to be saved by Mark and especially to be taken home by him, he really felt ill. It was like the first time he had heat. He was dizzy, his body was losing strength and most of all, it hurt. He had already taken his medicine but it was taking time to work. When Mark helped him into the car, he didn't even have the strength to put on his seat belt.
“Are you sure you don't want me to take you to the hospital?” Mark asked as he helped him with the seat belt.
“I'll be fine, I just want to go home and rest.”
Mark was not very convinced, but could not refute.
The drive to Eric's house was happening in silence. Mark's expression was complicated, Eric understood why. This man worries too much, he is incredible. Alphas commonly don't have a good sense of empathy.
“You have a very elegant car,” Eric muttered as he couldn't handle the silence.
Mark glanced at him briefly and laughed a little as he realized Eric's intention.
“I usually try to lead an austere life and that's why I don't use my car much… and also because I bought this car more on a whim than to use it.”
“Do you like cars?” Eric asked curiously. He was relieved to see Mark's expression soften.
“Since I was little. I used to collect toy cars promising myself that one day I would have a real collection.”
“And what happened to that?”
“My priorities changed,” Mark confessed, a bit saddened. “However, I hope one day to have the car that appears in my favorite book.”
“Oh, what is that?”
“A '58 Plymouth Fury, from the book Christine, by Stephen King.”
Eric couldn't answer right away. He knew the author, but couldn't remember a title other than It, Misery, or Carrie. Eric felt stupid for not knowing that book, but it was even stupider to want to know it just to have things in common with Mark.
“Hope you get that car one day,” he said, trying to hide his discontent with himself.
Mark nodded gratefully and smiled. The silence threatened to return but noticing Eric something uncomfortable, Mark asked:
“How do you feel?”
“Better. The medicine is finally starting to work.”
Mark shook his head.
“I don't mean that… but rather… about what happened.”
Eric hesitated and his body stiffened at the memory. Mark's worried expression returned and trying to comfort him said:
“You don't have to worry about him anymore, I'll make sure he pays for what he did to you.”
Eric was silent, suddenly the memories of that horrible moment returned to his mind like a flurry of images.
“Thank you,” he said sincerely. If it weren't for Mark, his memories would have been worse.
Again Mark shook his head.
“I just did what I had to do.”
“No… seriously, thank you. You are a pretty good person, I am in your debt.”
Eric could no longer hold back the tears.
“I am truly in your debt,” he insisted.
“You don't owe me anything,” Mark said as he parked his car in the building where Eric lived.
Eric looked dejected and Mark sighed in defeat at that expression.
“Here,” Mark said, pulling out a business card to offer to Eric. “You really don't owe me anything, I did it with the purest intention of helping. But, if you ever need a friend, I won't turn down an invitation for coffee.”
Eric took the card and looked at it. His tears stopped when he saw Mark's phone number.
“I don't want to bother you …”
“You won't, I'll always have time for friends.” Mark smiled when he saw Eric calmer. “You'll be fine? Don't you want me to accompany you to your apartment?”
Eric shook his head a little embarrassed.
“You've already done a lot for me today. Thanks, again.”
“I already told you that you don't have to thank me,” Mark affirmed as he watched Eric get out of the car. “I hope you don't throw away my card,” he joked.
Eric laughed as he entered the building.
I will treasure this card with my life.
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