Chapter Three

Yasuharu's POV

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My legs are now over his shoulders, my heart is racing and my face is hotter than what I expected, he's thrusting into me rougher than what I assumed he could do. My mouth is open, letting out hot moans back and forth, again and again as I've already hit my orgasm 3 damn times. I feel exhausted, but adrenaline is keeping me awake, his body slapping against mine is painful, but pleasuring in a way. I need to remember to take birth control in the morning, I forgot to mention I didn't to him. I pant, pulling him down into a kiss, smiling and moaning in his mouth gently. He kisses back, sucking on my lips greedily while still thrusting aggressively. I let out more loud moans, gasping as he hit his orgasm.

"A-aah!" I cried out, tears leaving my eyes in pleasure, but also pain. I feel him pull out and groan, snuggling into his body with a yawn, falling asleep shortly before he does.

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Penyamaran's POV

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"Where am I supposed to hide?!" He yelled and I quickly covered his mouth, snarling at him viciously.

"Shut up. This is why I told you to go!" I harshly whispered, tensing up at another impatient knock. "Just a minute!" I yelled, cursing under my breath, then holding back a loud cry of pain when he bit my hand to get me off. I shook my hand off of his teeth, pulling away and glaring at him.

"Well? Where do I hide?"

"Go out onto the porch, jump down onto the bushes, it probably won't hurt." I snicker, grinning at him as he rolls his eyes sarcastically.

"Alright." He got up and went to the sliding glass window, pushing it open without a struggle and looking at the bushes a few feet below. "You expect me to do that? It's a whole 6 feet!"

"Shut up and just do it!" I hiss, moving over and glaring up at him. For an alpha I seem to be shorter and that's quite embarrassing. A whole 5'2, that's my size and he seems to be two inches taller - he'd probably top me if he wanted to. Most people are taller than me, but there's very few omegas who are. I was always the shortest in the class, but guess what? I made up for that in being the most intimidating, but also the most trustworthy for those I surrounded myself with. As a child, I had very few friends, and they were old alphas until their pheromones, hormones and other things kicked in properly and we went to upper school and college. Life was a mess when I was first tested, why? Because I came out as an omega and it destroyed my life. My father hated me, but my mother loved me no matter what and that's what got her killed.

"Jesus, fine." I watch him grip the hand bar, climbing onto it and disappearing as I hear a crash into the bushes. My instincts kick in and I lean over the bar, staring down, afraid he had hurt himself for whatever reason. He gave me a cunning smile that made me freeze and watch him crawl out the bush and run down the street with his jacket flapping behind him. I let out a soft sigh, moving away and forcing myself to look away and hurry to the door, opening it and feeling my lungs and heart stop. My eyes widen and fill with desperate tears to get away as I feel him wrap an arm around my waist, pulling me into his body with an evil smirk. Tears fall down my cheeks as I feel myself unable to fight against him when he pulls me into a kiss, gripping me tightly; or maybe I'm just weaker than back in school.

"God, it's been too long, my sweet Penny." I gasp for air before he forces me into a kiss again, but this time I kiss back, closing my eyes with tears dripping from them.

"Mmf!" He moves his mouth off, staring at me and I shudder at the disgusted look appearing on his face.

"You smell like an omega." He hissed, gripping me tighter, causing me to yelp.

"It's not my fault!" I yell, forcing him off and stepping back into my apartment, fighting back my temptation to shiver and cry in fear.

"Why do you smell like a filthy omega!" Came in another voice and I felt my stomach flip and I began to shake uncontrollably. My father is about 6ft, a few inches taller than the one who kissed me. He has dark black hair, cunning blue eyes and beautiful pale skin with a well-built frame.

"I-I can explain-!"

"You better, we don't need you smelling like a damn omega with the news reporters going wild around our business." He snarled and I stepped back, hanging my head.

"Some of the workers invited me out to a club, they deliberately got me drunk and sent me over towards an omega and we had a one night stand. It won't happen again, I promise!" I hiss in pain as he aims a smack at my face, leaving a nasty bruise.

"It better not or there will be bigger consequences." He strides in, snarling at the scent of the omega lurking in the apartment. "You're moving into Damien's home, you're getting married in less than a month, and I'm not letting you live in this stinking place." I nod sheepishly, allowing Damien to step in, closing the door behind him. Damien has bright red eyes, dark red hair and a scar over his left eye. He's about 5'10 and has a handsomely well-built worked out body. He has issues with controlling people, but he knows his limits around me, and he's only in it for the business and money; at least that's what I think. He smiles at me lightly, mouthing an apology, at least he has some heart in him. They both sit at the round, large glass table outside the kitchen and I make them a cup of coffee, bringing it over and handing it to them. I sit opposite my father and next to Damien, slightly shivering as he takes my hand in his.

"So, Penyamaran." He locks eyes with mine and I freeze.

"Yes, Father?" I ask, shifting in my seat.

"The wedding," he starts and I catch my breath. "I will allow you to invite Chocolate, even if he is an omega, he's Damien's choice of a best man, so he's allowed." I blink, mouthing thank you up to Damien and he smirks, rubbing my eyes. "Due to your genes being messed up, and how you can become pregnant like an omega, but also make omegas and others pregnant, you'll have to choose a maid of honor and two bridesmaids." He sighs, sliding over a folder. I open it cautiously, looking at its contents.

"What is this?"

"A document of your so-called female friends. It has their history, their jail times if they had any and any enemies they have known." I let out a soft sigh, looking through the files of many women I once did, or do know.

"Half of these women are enemies with our allies. . ." I say to myself, taking a glance at my father nodding. I take out a few files, closing the folder and pushing said files over to him. "Emily will be the maid of honor, Seraphina and Chloe will both be bridesmaids."

"Alright, I'll notify them." He slips them into another folder and takes the other folder and puts them both into his bag. "Have you both gotten your clothes yet?"

"They're both at my house, Mr. Peters." Damien cuts in before I can say anything, squeezing my hand under the table.

"Right. Everything else is dealt with, so now onto the business agreement." He puts his bag down, shifting in his seat to get comfortable. "Damien will take over the company as your husband, but you will own the company, he will just be the one working there, unless you don't want to?" He tilts his head, glancing between the two of us.

"I'll be capable of working from home, Father. They don't need two bosses there at once, both with completely different impressions on the company." I simply say, smiling at him gently.

"Well then, how about we go onto our. . . Agreement?"