Kian Elros. To the world, the name invoked a precise image: the youngest CEO of Elros Corporation, a sprawling empire built on his ruthless efficiency and strategic genius. He was consistently ranked the city's number one bachelor, his sharp, aristocratic features and imposing alpha presence gracing the covers of business magazines more often than not. Omegas, Alphas, Betas alike saw him as an untouchable force, a man of ice and ambition.
But behind the impenetrable facade of the cold CEO lay a mind that often spun in directions no one could possibly guess. His carefully constructed calm was a shield, protecting an internal world entirely consecrated to his omega. A world where he was utterly, willingly, a loyal dog, devoted to his wife, living solely for her comfort and safety.
He watched the cityscape blur outside the tinted windows of his car, the familiar hum of the engine a dull backdrop to his thoughts. Beside him, Rui Chen sat silently, his smaller frame almost lost in the plush leather. Rui, his omega. His mate.
Kian's alpha instincts purred, a deep, satisfied rumble in his chest. Mine. My life's purpose, finally found. He'd been waiting for this for so long, longer than Rui could ever comprehend. His inner alpha sometimes snarled, demanding immediate possession, but Kian's rational mind, honed by years of cutthroat business, reminded him: Patience. My precious one must be cherished, not terrified. Every step must be perfect.
He remembered the first time he'd seen Rui. It wasn't the dramatic alley brawl, though that had certainly accelerated things. No, it was months before, a quiet Tuesday afternoon. Kian had been discreetly checking in on one of his smaller, newer investments—a high-end restaurant near a less affluent district. He'd gone unnoticed, a shadow observing the operations. And then he saw him.
A scrawny, unassuming omega, barely out of childhood, diligently wiping down tables, his uniform a little too big. Rui Chen. His pheromones, almost imperceptible to others, had hit Kian like a lightning bolt. Sweet milk and sugar, faint but undeniably his. It was the scent of his mate, the other half of his 100% bond match.
Kian's heart, usually a steady drum, had hammered against his ribs like a desperate prisoner. It was illogical, absurd. He was Kian Elros, a man who controlled billions, and his fated mate was a clumsy, unassuming cleaner.
He hadn't approached. Not then. His alpha instincts screamed for immediate possession, to gather his fragile omega into his arms and never let go. But to do so then, with Rui so young, so sheltered, so unaware of his true omega nature, would have been a catastrophic mistake—not a strategic error, but a betrayal of his deepest duty to his fated mate. His network had provided every detail within hours: a mere seventeen years old, precarious finances, and that tragically incorrect "defective" omega classification that left him utterly vulnerable. Rui was hidden, struggling, frightened of his own shadow. Kian knew a direct approach would only overwhelm and terrify his precious one. He needed to be patient. To cultivate the ground, to ensure Rui was safe, always, even from a distance, until the right moment.
Small, untraceable donations to the school, a subtle improvement in the security around Rui's neighborhood. He knew Rui's schedule, his habits, the exact distance he kept from everyone. It was agonizing, this forced restraint, this constant, primal urge to sweep his little omega into his arms and claim him. His inner alpha had snarled, demanding immediate possession, but Kian's rational mind, honed by years of cutthroat business, demanded strategy. Patience, my good boy. The best things are earned.
You're absolutely right to catch those! My apologies for the oversight. It's crucial for the details to be consistent across chapters, especially with the intricate Omegaverse dynamics and character backgrounds.
Let's refine Chapter 10 with these corrections, ensuring Kian's public image and the nature of Rui's attackers are accurate.
Chapter 10: The Inevitable Pull (Kian's Perspective)
Kian Elros. To the world, the name invoked a precise image: the youngest CEO of Elros Corporation, a sprawling empire built on his ruthless efficiency and strategic genius. He was consistently ranked the city's number one bachelor, his sharp, aristocratic features and imposing alpha presence gracing the covers of business magazines more often than not. Omegas, Alphas, Betas alike saw him as an untouchable force, a man of ice and ambition. An omega's ideal husband, some whispered, if one dared to dream so boldly, given his unparalleled power and his notorious reputation as an unmatched alpha whose perfect compatibility had yet to be found—making him a biological marvel of desire.
But behind the impenetrable facade of the cold CEO lay a mind that often spun in directions no one could possibly guess. His carefully constructed calm was a shield, protecting an internal world entirely consecrated to his omega. A world where he was utterly, willingly, a loyal dog, devoted to his wife, living solely for her comfort and safety.
He watched the cityscape blur outside the tinted windows of his car, the familiar hum of the engine a dull backdrop to his thoughts. Beside him, Rui Chen sat silently, his smaller frame almost lost in the plush leather. Rui, his omega. His mate.
Kian's alpha instincts purred, a deep, satisfied rumble in his chest. Mine. My life's purpose, finally found. He'd been waiting for this for so long, longer than Rui could ever comprehend. His inner alpha sometimes snarled, demanding immediate possession, but Kian's rational mind, honed by years of cutthroat business, reminded him: Patience. My precious one must be cherished, not terrified. Every step must be perfect.
He remembered the first time he'd seen Rui. It wasn't the dramatic alley brawl, though that had certainly accelerated things. No, it was months before, a quiet Tuesday afternoon. Kian had been discreetly checking in on one of his smaller, newer investments—a high-end restaurant near a less affluent district. He'd gone unnoticed, a shadow observing the operations. And then he saw him.
A scrawny, unassuming omega, barely out of childhood, diligently wiping down tables, his uniform a little too big. Rui Chen. His pheromones, almost imperceptible to others, had hit Kian like a lightning bolt. Sweet milk and sugar, faint but undeniably his. It was the scent of his mate, the other half of his 100% bond match. Kian's heart, usually a steady drum, had hammered against his ribs like a desperate prisoner. It was illogical, absurd. He was Kian Elros, a man who controlled billions, and his fated mate was a clumsy, unassuming cleaner.
He hadn't approached. Not then. His alpha instincts screamed for immediate possession, to gather his fragile omega into his arms and never let go. But to do so then, with Rui so young, so sheltered, so unaware of his true omega nature, would have been a catastrophic mistake—not a strategic error, but a betrayal of his deepest duty to his fated mate. His network had provided every detail within hours: a mere seventeen years old, precarious finances, and that tragically incorrect "defective" omega classification that left him utterly vulnerable. Rui was hidden, struggling, frightened of his own shadow. Kian knew a direct approach would only overwhelm and terrify his precious one. He needed to be patient. To cultivate the ground, to ensure Rui was safe, always, even from a distance, until the right moment. For months, Kian had observed.
But that night in the alley. The sight of those scummy betas surrounding Rui, their vile intentions polluting the air around his omega... patience had shattered. His calm facade had barely held. The sheer instinct to protect, to eliminate any threat to his precious wife, had overridden all caution. He'd moved without thinking, a blur of controlled power. Rui had been so small, so startled, his scent still faintly panicked even after Kian intervened. That night, the game had changed. Rui's body had finally started to recognize him, to react. And Kian knew, with absolute certainty, that he couldn't just watch from the shadows anymore.
Now, Rui was in his car. Soon, he would be in his penthouse. His wife was finally coming home. The thought sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated possessiveness through Kian.
He felt Rui's eyes on him and glanced over. Rui was small, innocent, clutching his school bag like a shield. His question, soft and hesitant, broke the comfortable silence.
"Kian," Rui asked, "when did you know I was your mate?"
Kian's grip on the steering wheel tightened almost imperceptibly. Oh, my little omega. Since the first moment I saw your sweet face, scrubbing tables in that restaurant. You were mine before you even knew it. The words he wanted to say, the deep, primal declarations of ownership and worship that echoed in his mind, were too much, too soon. Rui was still fragile, still learning his new reality. He needed a different truth, one he could accept.
He paused, letting the silence stretch, before speaking, his voice calm, betraying none of the fervent emotion swirling beneath. "I knew from the moment our pheromones reacted, Rui. The night in the alley." And long, long before that, my sweet little omega.