The New Neighbor

The sun was just beginning to peek through the blinds when Ángel finished getting ready.

Like every day, his white coat was neatly folded over the back of the chair, and his stethoscope hung from his neck with his name engraved on it: Dr. Ángel Fridd. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear and left his apartment at a brisk pace, ready for another exhausting day at the hospital.

But as soon as he stepped outside, his steps came to a halt.

A group of men, all dressed in black suits and dark sunglasses, were unloading boxes, suitcases, and the kind of luxurious furniture Ángel had only seen in magazines. The whole commotion was taking place right next to his apartment.

"Mmm... A new neighbor?" he murmured to himself, curious but cautious.

However, he couldn't stop to investigate. He glanced at his watch and cursed under his breath.

"I'll check it out later—I'm running late for the hospital," he added with a sigh, hurrying as the elevator doors closed behind him.

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Minutes later, Ángel was already at work.

The hospital was always bustling, but today it felt especially chaotic. Emergencies, nonstop incoming patients, doctors rushing back and forth... and amidst it all, there was him.

Focused on his job, Ángel was checking a patient's blood pressure while monitoring the screen.

"Her blood pressure is stable. Did you get the ECG reports?" he asked without looking away.

"Yes, here they are, doctor," one of the nurses replied, handing him the documents.

Ángel took them and read them carefully. His face remained calm, but his eyes didn't miss a detail.

"Mmm... Everything looks fine for now. Make sure to keep an eye on her periodically, okay?"

"Understood, doctor," the nurse nodded.

He offered her a gentle smile and walked toward the door. But just before crossing it, a familiar voice stopped him.

"Prince," said a deep male voice with a hint of affection.

Ángel turned instantly, a smile lighting up his face.

"Dad! What are you doing here?"

Enzo, his father and the hospital director, approached him with a calm air.

"I'm on shift today, and when I saw you, I couldn't resist stopping by. Also, I have good news for you."

"What news?" Ángel asked, visibly intrigued.

"Nathan is back."

"My brother's back?" he asked, eyes wide with surprise.

"Yes, he'll be joining us next week."

Ángel laughed, the excitement contagious.

"Wow, I'm so excited! I can't wait to see him."

Nathan was his older brother—an imposing, attractive, and protective alpha.

'I've always wanted a big brother! I wonder what it's like to live with one. Plus, Nathan really loves Ángel—I can't wait to meet him!' he thought with a warmth in his chest that was hard to explain.

After the brief chat, they both returned to their duties. Time flew, and when Ángel's shift finally ended, he stepped out of the hospital's main entrance.

But something strange was going on outside.

A small crowd had gathered near the entrance, murmuring with excitement.

"Look at that car... it's stunning," said a girl.

"Yeah, is it waiting for someone?" asked another.

"Who could that rich person be?" a third voice added.

Ángel looked up and frowned. In front of the hospital, a sleek, expensive black car stood out from the rest. Its tinted windows made it impossible to see the driver or passenger, but something inside him stirred.

'What's going on? What's all the fuss about?'

Then it hit him, and a shiver ran down his spine.

'Don't tell me it's him! I don't want any rumors about me! What if my family finds out?'

Hoping to sneak away before anyone could link him to the luxury car, Ángel turned and tried to slip away unnoticed. But just then, his phone rang.

It was an unknown number.

He hesitated for a moment, but ended up answering. Maybe it was something important from the hospital.

"Hello?"

"Get in, now," ordered a deep voice on the other end.

Ángel blinked, confused.

"Y-you..." he instantly recognized that arrogant voice. "How the hell did you get my number?"

It was Killian.

"Is it really necessary to ask how I got it?" he replied with disdain.

"Of course it is! This is a violation of my privacy!" Ángel snapped, irritated.

Killian simply sighed.

"Just get in the car."

"I won't."

"Do you want me to repeat what I was saying?"

"I said I won't."

A low growl came from the other side. Ángel tensed.

"Do you want me to get out and drag you in front of everyone?" Killian threatened with a dark voice.

"You..." Ángel growled, clenching his fist.

Killian's smirk could practically be heard through the phone.

"So... what are you going to do now, omega?"

Ángel closed his eyes tightly. He knew this alpha was more than capable of following through on his threats.

"Fine, I'll get in... but not here." He took a deep breath. "I'll get in when we're away from the hospital."

Killian was silent for a moment, annoyed by the answer, but eventually gave in.

"Fine. I'll wait up ahead."

Ángel hung up and let out a long sigh.

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A few minutes later, far from the hospital crowd, the black car pulled up beside him.

The door opened automatically.

"Get in," Killian ordered from inside.

Ángel climbed in with resignation and shut the door behind him.

"What do you want now?" he asked, tired.

"I'm taking you home. I believe I already said that," the alpha replied, turning the wheel.

"Aym takin' ya hoom~ hmpf." Ángel muttered mockingly under his breath.

But Killian heard it.

"Did you say something?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"N-no," Ángel replied immediately, avoiding eye contact.

'Ha, I'll let that one slide, little one...' Killian thought, a barely noticeable smile on his lips.

"Do you have the day off tomorrow?"

"If you already know, why ask?" Ángel said, looking out the window, visibly annoyed.

"Come with me somewhere tomorrow."

"No. I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

Killian looked at him with a gaze that could freeze blood.

"I don't like repeating myself, omega," he said coldly and authoritatively.

Ángel's body reacted instinctively. He felt goosebumps, and his omega instincts shrank in the presence of the imposing alpha.

The car stopped in front of his apartment building.

"Looks like we're here," Ángel said, eager to end the conversation.

He quickly opened the car door and walked with long strides to the elevator. He pressed the button for his floor impatiently and let out another sigh.

'Ugh... I'm safe.'

But just before the doors closed, someone else stepped in.

Killian.

"Wh-wh-why are you here?" Ángel stammered, surprised.

Killian said nothing. The silence grew heavier as the elevator rose.

When the doors opened on his floor, Ángel hurried out... but Killian followed him.

"Why are you following me?" he snapped, spinning around.

"I'm just going home."

"Home?" Ángel repeated, confused.

And then he saw it.

Killian stopped in front of the apartment next door, pulled out a key, and opened the door like it was nothing.

Ángel froze.

"Y-you..." he stuttered, eyes wide. "Don't tell me you moved into that apartment!"

Killian only smirked mockingly and disappeared inside.

Ángel put both hands over his face as he screamed internally:

'Why is this happening to me? I can't believe he's my new neighbor!'

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