CHARLIE
My sperm donor is making me get married to a royal alpha and a mafia boss for Christ's sake.
Don't get me wrong, Damiel is a respected man who controls a lot but what my issues are is the a lot that he controls because they come with conditions like me fully covering myself from head to toe. Producing his heir and if he gets promoted from a royal wolf, only Christ knows how many spouses he will be given as tribute. I know we would never be lovers but I still do not want a space where chaos will be brought to me by other spouses that seems me as their rival, he could fuck a tree for all I care.
I just need to satisfy my sperm donor, his threats are not tongue's play and I know of them strictly.
POV SWITCH_______
A car was already waiting for Charlie outside of his house, prepared by his father to take him wherever he would find Damiel Voldov, one of the rare royal wolves to ever be known. Charlie stopped the driver when he got to the mall with the name 'Voldov' boldly written on it, the same mall he met Damiel.
While trying to enter into the mall, one of the security team at the entrance asked for his club identification card, apparently only few people are granted entrance to this mall. Charlie was starting to feel fear creep into him because he is not to head back home without a deal well done from Damiel Voldov or else he gets to know the reality of consummation from his stepbrothers as his father promised which he knows can be done. This would not be the first time Charlie has seen his stepbrothers ogle him. Charlie tried reasoning with the security team at the entrance calmly:
"I am sure you saw me come out of here two nights ago."
The man near him scoffed at Charlie and annoyingly told Charlie, "We only see what we are told to see and hear what we are told to hear omega."
At that, Charlie, who hates being referred to as omega like he has no other name except for his secondary gender, flared up seriously, "Don't you dare belittle me twagwort," he stomped on his feet and shifted back to squat by the car he came with.
While the alphas only laughed at Charlie's stomping, they were bothered about an omega staying outside in the cold but an order stays an order and Charlie seems like an omega that can take a little bit of cold.
Few hours passed and Damiel Voldov is nowhere to be seen. One of the guys came over to hand Charlie his suit for more covering to the layers of clothes he was wearing, he thanked the man and put the suit on. More than twelve hours have passed and Damiel is nowhere to be seen. It is well known that he deals with over fifteen companies and would not frequent a particular one for too long but Charlie decided to hope.
Charlie was starting to doze off when he heard the sound of a car engine. His eyes opened as fast as it could. The man coming out of the designer car is no other person than Damiel Voldov's right-hand man who, after getting out, stops to open the door for Damiel Voldov.
Standing at six foot nine or seven foot, Damiel is tall. A Viking to be honest. He looks gloomy and at the same time calm, cold and at the same time warm, fierce and also gentle. Damiel Voldov seems even too tall for a royal wolf. No doubt he'll be getting promoted by society to rule something.
Damiel is a man with beautiful eyes, one an ocean blue and the other a deep yellow, those eyes of his can make one's knees weak. His face is well sculpted, 'goddess he is sex on legs'. He has a chiseled face, one sharp enough to cut through glass. With his large build, that well-sculpted pointed nose of his. With him standing in that king curly black hair of his that ends into his back, his round mismatched eyes and his full lips. The man looks archaic.
Damiel cut Charlie's blush short when he sighted him, especially with a suit that smells like an alpha. He walked towards Charlie the same time Charlie started his movement to him. Charlie was the first person to break the stare, "Can we go in please? I'm so cold."
Damiel opened his mouth to talk but Charlie beat him to it.
"I know, I am sorry but please I don't want to cry outside." He turned to Damiel's right-hand man and finished, "Thank you so much for rescuing me."
Damiel headed inside the mall and Charlie followed behind him. Back to the same office he was the last time he was here, Charlie relaxed more. Damiel picked up the AC remote on his desk and turned it off. So thoughtful of him, Charlie silently said in his head. At that, Charlie's ears turned pink which made Damiel's brow lift a little out of surprise but that was the only expression one could see on his cold face.
Charlie leaned into the borrowed suit to seek more heat and Damiel tilted his head a little sideways.
Charlie, noticing Damiel's gaze boring into the suit with him, hurriedly explained because he didn't know why he felt like he needed to:
"Sorry, I got it from someone in the security team to keep warm while waiting," Charlie explained fast in order to avoid unreasonable confusions before lifting his head back up like he remembered something then smiling a little at Damiel saying, "Thank you for saving my ass, you and your people," he gestured towards the man beside Damiel to make his point clear, "I would be dead by now if not for the intervention," he finished with a curt half-bow.
Damiel, who finds it hard to reply compliments, only responds with a slight nod before pressing on:
"Is anything the problem, Mr. Bailes?" Damiel asked, unblinking at Charlie.
"I thought I was Charlie two nights ago," Charlie asks, biting his lips nervously.
"That was for a deal but now we have nothing going on, Mr. Bailes. Right now, to me you are just a stranger I met outside of one of my companies," Damiel crossed his legs on each other.
On getting that straightforward reply, Charlie knows it is over for him. He must get ready to die by the hands of his stepbrothers. Amidst tears, he decided to try his luck:
"I am not telling you this to look pitiful, I just want you to know that if I don't leave here with a marriage deal from you, I will be raped to death by tomorrow, please I beg you. If it is the clothes, I will wear it, the coverings, I will do it. To stay away from you totally after the marriage, I can promise we will never share a bed_."
Charlie was still sobbing when Damiel cut him off:
"That will be a problem to me, Charlie"