This is gonna be tough

The next day I was sitting in my family doctor's treatment room. I quickly made an appointment yesterday after I got home, because I wanted to clarify a few things for myself.

The room was kept in a bright white and the smell of disinfectant stung my nose. The doctor sat down with me and examined me for a few seconds.

"Oh you seem to have found yourself a partner, Miss Saintclaire." The doctor stated with interest, whereupon i just looked at him in surprise.

"How did you know, Dr. Brown?"

"No turtleneck could cover up these bitemarks and hickies. I even doubt makeup will do you any good here. But apart from that, you should tell your doctor when you've found a partner. Especially when it seems to be an excessive one." He advised me and adjusted his small, round glasses.

"I wanted to tell you. That's why I'm here. Still I didn't want to walk around outside so openly with these marks." I defended myself.

Dr. Brown chuckled.

"I get that. So tell me something about your partner." He asked me to continue

"It was quite strange. I reacted so intensely to his Pheromones. Like I never did before. He was even able to detect my faint scent."

"He could smell your scent?" Now it was Dr. Brown who was surprised.

"Yeah and he immediately reacted to it too. It was almost like he was obsessed with me or something. It was scary to be completely honest."

"What did happen next? Did you experience other symptoms as a typical Omega?" He asked next. He seemed to be very interested in what I just told him.

"Yeah, I got into my first heat I think."

"You got into your heat?! Ist your mate an Alpha by any chance?" He asked almost excitedly as he ran his fingers through his blonde, long hair.

"Yeah. But I guess he's an abnormal one. Apparently something's wrong with his Pheromones or something. That they are more intense. Almost unbearable for other people."

"But you could bear his smell?"

"Yeah I think so. It was actually quite nice."

'Quite nice' was the understatement of the century. It was addicting. Mesmerizing. The best scent in the word.

Too bad that it came from him of all people. From that demon.

"Okay, listen to me. There might be a chance that your partner could be an extremely dominant Alpha. It's like the exact opposite of your type. Extremely dominant Alphas are often feared. Primarily because of their intimidating pheromones. Therefore, they are often avoided by others. They have a very sensitive nose and cannot really stand the smell of normal Omegas or Alphas." He explained and sounded almost didactic.

"What? Something like that exists?" I asked in disbelief.

Dr. Brown nodded.

"Indeed. They are at least as rare as extremely submissive Omegas. They are practically the perfect match for each other. They are even able to reproduce. So you should be careful when mating with him. If the opportunity is favorable and you get into a heat, you could even get pregnant. I will prescribe you a birth control and a strong blocker so that you can continue to live comfortably." He said while making some notes on his clipboard.

After his words seeped into my mind, it was only now that i realized what i had really gotten myself into. I had entered into a partnership with Mr. Jones - my boss.

So he would sooner or later …

I blushed instantly.

Why didn't I think of that right away? Am I dumb?

He certainly wouldn't settle for just biting my neck.

"Ah okay … t-thanks." I stuttered.

Nevertheless, my thoughts kept going in circles. Panic slowly crept up inside me.

"You should only take the blocker if you feel yourself getting into heat. They are not intended as a preventive measure like most of Omega's other blockers. Because you don't have a predictable, regular cycle. Also, you shouldn't take that many at once because they're very potent. Depending on the intensity of the heat, one or two pills should be enough for you. The effect sets in after just a few minutes."

"Thanks. I will keep that in mind"

"There will also be injections that you can use if necessary. The dose is administered intramuscularly. But you should really only take it in an emergency if the pills I prescribed alone are not enough."

Dr. Brown also explained to me how I had to take the contraceptive and then dismissed me afterwards. I then went to the pharmacy to get the contraceptive and the blockers.

Just in case. I wanted to be prepared if the events of yesterday should repeat themselves.

After that I headed straight to work.

. . .

I was a little late because the session with Dr. Brown had taken a little longer than expected, but I supposed that Mr. Jones wasn't there anyway.

After all, he was two hours late yesterday. And right now I was only ten minutes late.

But of course karma's bit my ass once again. Somehow it always did.

Luck never seemed to be on my side.

"You are late." Mr. Jones grunted, when I came to the anteroom of his office.

He was sitting on the sofa that was diagonally across from my desk and had crossed his arms in front of his broad chest in annoyance.

Was he waiting there for me? Why wasn't he in his office?

I could never make sense of his behavior.

"Yes I know. I was at the doctor's and had him prescribe me some blockers. It took me longer than expected. Sorry." I apologized halfheartedly.

"Him?" He asked and furrowed his eyebrows even more furious. I was taken aback for a little.

Somehow I got a bad feeling about the whole situation.

Was he really jealous? Jealous of my doctor?

It was ridiculous.

"He has been my family doctor for a long time. Do you have a problem with that?" I asked challengingly. His possessive behavior was starting to annoy me.

"If you're already asking: yes, I have. Do you have something going on with him?" He was beyond annoyed.

"Why should i start something with my doctor?!" I asked slightly disturbed.

"Yesterday you were persuaded fairly easily by me." He stated while he stood up from the sofa.

I snorted derisively.

"Ha? That was a completely different situation!" I defended myself. Anger slowly boiled up in me.

"Then tell me, Miss Saintclaire: What was different about the situation yesterday? Or are you just a little whore and don't want to admit it?"

"E-excuse me?! I'm not a whore!"

"Are you sure about that?" He said in a disconcerting tone as he approached me with menacing steps.

I kept backing away until I hit the wall behind me with a horrified gasp.

He captivated me between the wall and his arms while he looked down at me.

He overtowered me like a giant. I swallowed hard.

Nevertheless I managed to met his gaze defiantly. I didn't want to back down. Not again.

"Well. It doesn't look like you've learned your lesson at all. Maybe I just haven't claimed you enough…" He said while he was grabbing the collar of my top. Then he pulled it down a bit and examined my bruised neck.

"Although ... there is not much space here anymore. And I can't smell any foreign scents on you either." He continued thoughtful.

"Maybe it's because I'm saying the truth?!" I replied venomously.

"You're getting brave ... too brave." He just said as he engulfed me in his pheromones once again.

But this time it didn't feel that extreme as yesterday. Probably it's because he's my bond now.

But I still felt my heart beating faster and my cheeks reddening. the light, pleasant feeling in my abdomen was also not missing.

It definitely felt more comfortable than yesterday.

Not so hot. Not that intense. It was bearable.

It even felt good. Too good to be true. It wasn't much missing and I would have pounced on him right away.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but could you please give these documents to Mr.- Oh." Mr. Daulton barged in without knocking. He immediately stopped when he saw Mr. Jones and me in this precarious situation.

Both of our heads turned hastily to Mr. Daulton.

"Who the fuck allowed you to just come in like that?" Mr. Jones growled as he turned away from me to face Mr. Daulton.

"Sir … I-I'm really sorry, I-" Mr. Daulton was shaking in fear.

Mr. Jones pheromones must hit really different when you're an normal Alpha or Omega.

Mr. Daulton - who used to be so confident and poised, was now little more than a whimpering, obsequious pup. It was a scary sight.

"What do you want here?" Mr. Jones asked grimly.

"I-I just … I … the documents, Sir … you a-asked f-for …" He tried to explain helplessly. I was beginning to feel sorry for him. He just went about his work and was then snapped at by his boss. And that's only because he somehow caught us both at the wrong time.

"Hand them over and then mind your own business." Mr. Jones snarled.

"Y-yes Sir." He said and quickly handed the documents in question. Then he left the room as fast as possible. Visibly relieved that he got off so lightly.

"Did you have to be so mean to him?" I complained.

"I thought that you didn't want this to be discovered between us. Intimidation seemed like the best tactic to me." He shrugged.

"He suddenly fled because of your pheromones. You could have held aback a bit."

"He just inhaled the same amount of pheromones that I just wrapped you in before. That's why I wanted someone who is still able to work despite being exposed to my scent all the time. And now go back to work. We'll talk about your misbehavior later, after dinner. We need to get finished until five o' clock."

"Wait - what do you mean with 'dinner'?" I asked skeptical.

"I've been invited to a business dinner this evening. And you are my companion." He said it as if everything was already clear.

"And when were you going to tell me about it?" I asked indignantly and put my hands on my hips.

"When we were on our way to the dinner. Then you wouldn't have been able to escape anymore." He said with a small smirk.

I pouted in frustration.

"Who says I want to come with you anyway?"

"I won't give you any other choice."

"Ah how so?"

"Otherwise I could also write your father a very nice email in which I describe what a 'docile' employee you are."

"Oh no, you wouldn't do that."

"You want to test me?"

"Can't you think of anything else besides blackmailing me?!"

"Well of course. But the alternatives are even worse. They would get very... uncomfortable for you. But you might even have your fun, who knows?" He said with a devious smile.

"You little-"

"Hey, watch your mouth, Miss Saintclaire. otherwise I'll probably have to stuff it for you. And now … continue working. We have a full program today. And i hate delays." He just mumbled the last sentence to himself before he returned to his office.

I groaned in frustration. He drove me to incandescence.

It couldn't be that he had me in his hand like that. I felt like a pawn that could be pushed around on the board without a will. and I couldn't even really do anything about it. it was really embarrassing.