chapter 5

Rhonin was halfway through eating a gas station sandwich when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, expecting a text from Kane but instead, a sleek, professional-looking email stared back at him. 

Sender: Eden Administration 

Subject: Assignment Confirmation – Alpha 017 (Valor) 

He swallowed, already knowing this was the point of no return. 

He tapped the email open. 

"Dear Alpha 017 – Valor, 

Your first breeding assignment has been scheduled. Please review the details carefully and confirm your availability." 

Client Status: Confirmed 

Session Date: Three days from now 

Pre-Session Visit: Mandatory – Report to Eden one day before the session for final briefing and medical evaluation. 

Breeding Suite: Assigned – Temporary Standard Suite 

Confidentiality Agreement: Strictly Enforced 

"Failure to comply with Eden's protocols will result in contract penalties. Please ensure you are well-rested, physically prepared, and adhere to all performance expectations." 

- Eden Administration 

Rhonin stared at his phone. 

Then he stared harder as if he could telepathically reject reality. 

"Physically prepared?" He muttered. "What the fuck does that even mean?" 

Like he was supposed to train for this? What, do push-ups and practice thrusting into the air? 

He exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face. Three days. That was all the time he had before his first actual breeding session.

_

Rhonin sat in the campus café, staring dead-eyed at his phone. 

The email still sat open, mocking him. 

Three days. In three fucking days, he was supposed to have his first official breeding session. 

He took a bite of his bland, half-stale cafeteria sandwich, chewing mechanically. The only reason he was even eating this garbage was because Kane had shown him a loophole in the system—if he sat next to a club or study group, they sometimes left free food behind. 

Dignity? Gone. Pride? Dead. But hey, free lunch. 

"So, when's the big day?" 

Rhonin nearly jumped out of his chair. Kane had somehow appeared next to him, smirking like a devil in ripped jeans. 

"Jesus fuck, can you not sneak up on me like that?" 

Kane stole a fry from Rhonin's tray, completely unbothered. "What, still in shock from your new career path?" He nodded toward the phone. "Lemme guess. You finally got your first assignment?" 

Rhonin groaned, setting his sandwich down. "I am so not ready for this." 

Kane snorted. "You say that like you're walking into war." 

"Feels like it." Rhonin slumped back, rubbing his face. "I mean, what the hell am I supposed to do? I've had sex before, sure but this? This is a goddamn contracted breeding session. What if I screw it up?" 

Kane bit into a stolen fry, completely unconcerned. "Simple. Don't screw it up." 

Rhonin glared. "Wow. Amazing advice. Life-changing, really." 

Kane smirked. "Okay, okay. What do you wanna know?" 

Rhonin exhaled sharply, swallowing his pride. "I dunno. Everything?" 

Kane leaned back, looking far too pleased with himself. "Alright. First of all, do you even know what kind of client you have?" 

Rhonin frowned. "What do you mean?" 

Kane blinked. "Dude. You didn't check?" 

"Check what?" 

Kane gave him the most disappointed look in history. "Jesus. Check your email again. They always attach a file with client details—preferences, requests, contract notes." 

Rhonin hesitated, then scrolled through the email again. Sure enough, there was a fucking attachment. 

"Oh, for fuck's sake," He muttered, tapping it open. 

A sleek digital file loaded onto the screen, displaying his first client's information. 

Client Alias: Omega 003 - Argent 

Status: Confirmed 

Session Type: Standard Breeding Contract 

Personal Requests: 

- Minimal contact outside of the necessary engagement.

- Strictly professional interaction. 

- Client retains full control over session pacing. 

Rhonin stared at the list. "Wow. This guy sounds fun." 

Kane, however, was peering over his shoulder. And then he started laughing. 

Rhonin frowned. "What?" 

"Oh, shit," Kane said, wheezing. "You got him." 

Rhonin narrowed his eyes. "Got who?" 

Kane leaned in, smirking. "I know this client. This is probably his third time requesting a session." 

"So?" 

"So, he rejected every previous alpha before they even started." 

Rhonin froze. "What." 

Kane grinned. "Yep. I heard about him from the staff. Dude has sent at least two alphas packing before they even got to the bedroom." 

Rhonin ran a hand through his hair, already regretting every choice that led him here. "Fuck me." 

"Yeah," Kane said, slapping his shoulder. "That's literally your job now."

_

Few days later, Rhonin pulled up to the Eden facility, sighing as he shut off the engine. 

This was his second time walking into this fancy-ass baby factory but somehow, it felt worse now. Probably because this time, he wasn't just here for an interview. This time, he was here to prepare for his first official session. 

He glared at Kane, who was sitting comfortably in the passenger seat, sipping an overpriced iced coffee. 

"Remind me why the fuck you're here," Rhonin muttered. 

Kane grinned. "Moral support." 

"Bullshit." 

"Fine," Kane said, stretching. "I just wanted to visit my old stomping grounds. Maybe say hi to some old acquaintances." He smirked. "Besides, I had to see your face when you walked through those doors knowing you're officially in the business now." 

Rhonin groaned. "You're the fucking worst." 

Kane clapped his shoulder. "Love you too, buddy. Now let's get moving before they send a search party for their newest stud." 

Rhonin resisted the urge to slam his head into the steering wheel and got out of the car. 

The moment they stepped inside, Kane was immediately recognized. 

"Well, well, look who decided to visit," A familiar voice called out. 

Rhonin turned to see one of the alphas from the lounge, the cocky brunet from before. He was leaning against the receptionist desk, arms crossed, smirking. 

"Fucking hell," Kane muttered. "Should've known you assholes would still be lurking." 

The brunet grinned. "What can I say? Some of us actually excel at this job." 

Rhonin sighed. "Can we get this over with before I decide to quit?" 

Kane nudged him. "Come on, Valor. Where's that enthusiasm?" 

"Shut up," Rhonin muttered as one of the staff members approached. 

"Alpha 017," The woman said, professional as ever. "Follow me. Your pre-session evaluation is scheduled to begin shortly." 

Rhonin nodded, then turned to Kane. "You coming?" 

Kane snorted. "Nah, man. This part's all you." 

Something about the way he said it made Rhonin uneasy. 

Ten minutes later, Rhonin understood why. 

Because he was standing in a sterile medical exam room. Completely fucking naked. 

"Alright, Mr. Winter," Dr. Reid said, completely unbothered by the fact that Rhonin was standing there bare-assed. "Let's begin your final evaluation." 

Rhonin sighed, holding onto the last shreds of his humility. 

The tests started normal enough—heart rate, reflexes, basic physical condition. But then… 

Dr. Reid circled him, humming thoughtfully. 

Rhonin crossed his arms over his chest. "Uh. What." 

"Your physical condition is better than expected," Dr. Reid noted. "Your medical file suggested a rather inconsistent diet, yet you appear to be in surprisingly good shape." 

Rhonin scowled. "I'm literally just built like this." 

Dr. Reid nodded, taking more notes. "Defined muscle tone. Strong posture. Very visually appealing." 

Rhonin groaned. "Are we done?" 

Dr. Reid ignored him, reaching for his tablet. "We'll now proceed with the hormone and scent evaluation." 

Rhonin sighed. "Of course we will." 

The next thirty minutes consisted of invasive-ass testing—checking his pheromone output, rut cycle analysis and even some weird-ass muscle endurance tests. 

Each time they finished a test, Rhonin kept asking the same thing. 

"Are we done now?" 

Dr. Reid: "No." 

Fifteen minutes later. "What about now?" 

Dr. Reid: "Not yet." 

Twenty minutes later. "How about now?" 

Dr. Reid: "Almost." 

Rhonin was barely holding onto his will to live by the time Dr. Reid finally set his tablet down. 

"That concludes your evaluation," The doctor said smoothly. "Your results are optimal. You are now fully approved for your first session." 

Rhonin almost collapsed in relief. "Fucking finally." 

Dr. Reid gave him a knowing look. "I suggest getting some rest before your session. You'll need it." 

Rhonin had a sinking feeling that was not just medical advice.