Yomega, meant to be yours

In a world divided by castes where alphas rule, betas work and omegas obey. Falcon is at the top and in the prime of his life. Coming from a multi-million dollar family with a legacy of powerful, dominant and empowered alphas, they had the luxury of doing whatever they wanted and much more. Who would oppose them? No one. Few could stand up to those with his name.

Plus, with an appearance worthy of his status and the fortitude worthy of a full-fledged alpha to prevail over many, he had no reason to complain at 32 years old.

Even if...

Unlike all of his high caste, Sergei did not seek his destined partner, he did not want anyone who would make him lose his mind to the point of wanting to abandon everything. He liked being in control. His life, right now, was simply perfect.

That did not mean that he was a responsible man when it came to business. He had recently bought a new company, not so big or prestigious, that was in mortal decline and that was mainly focused on the world of makeup. And what was the main condition for which you chose it? Well, only beta people will work.

That meant zero problems and more productivity.

First thing in favor, you wouldn't have to deal with the classic alpha rank fights that used to happen or the tense atmosphere that was always created. Second, no or no omegas would be hinted at using your zeal or pheromones as an excuse to go after your money or your status.

That was something that could not be allowed. At his side he already had an omega, with enough status and power to be able to stand by his side and who would give birth to his strong and healthy cubs. Although he had to remove the detail that he had not yet marked it. That would be after the next wedding. Before ... it could cause problems.

Nor would he be stupid to reject his destined mate if she ever appeared in his life, but for the moment it was better to be safe than sorry. If he wasn't looking for her, he wouldn't have to show up.

The car stopped in front of the building that needed more than one touch-up, something that would do and put it at the top of the market, so he would no longer have to hear that he lived on his parents' money. In his world appearances, name, recognition, and your own achievements came first. Being alpha wasn't that easy either, and although he already made his own millions, his parents' billions were always in the shadows.

-Are you leaving me alone?- The girl next to him rubbed against his arm.

Despite being in a relationship for two years, Falcon loved her, but he didn't love her, just that she was the one. He could consider himself lucky, she was a beauty with huge blue eyes and abundant dark hair, yet there was something missing.

-I'll be back as soon as I can- He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and left. If he stayed too long she would continue to insist and from experience he knew that she ended up being unbearable.

One of the employees was already waiting for him at the entrance to take him to the meeting room where he had called one in the morning. He was fast, he didn't like detours, and he needed to make the points very clear. He commanded and what he said was done.

His secretary, a beta man two years younger and smarter than he appeared, sat next to him as he entered and settled in. At least 10 more people were waiting for him, quite tense. Sergei noticed the empty three-seater seat to his left before he started.

-Who is the missing person?- He asked in his usual serious tone. Intimidating betas and subordinates was the first thing on his agenda, he would not tolerate disrespect for his person just because he was younger than most of those present.

-Excuse me for being late. He is the head of the Design department. He is finishing compiling all the information that the previous director had about the project and said that it would take only a few minutes - one of them notified him

The alpha leaned his face into the hand that rested on the table with its elbow. He saw the man stiffen, but did not reply. The truth had called the meeting only an hour ago and the bad work of the old director was known. He didn't bother too much, he still had plenty of time.

About ten minutes had passed, when the dense atmosphere of the office was interrupted by the sound of the open door and the voice of a ... woman.

-With permission, sorry for the delay-

Falcon felt the ground beneath his feet shake and his world suddenly collapsed.

It ... couldn't ... be.

A soft but delicious smell that made him shiver from the tip of his foot to his head and his back began to soak in sweat came like lightning to his nose and he was dizzy losing for a few seconds to composure.

Beside him, Leo, his secretary touched his shoulder and saw his boss's disoriented expression. He frowned. Falcon never lost his composure like that.

-What's going on?- He asked quietly, taking advantage of the fact that those present were attentive to the newcomer.

-Leo, what the hell does an omega do in this company- he replied through clenched teeth and feeling his breath shake. His fangs threatened to pierce her lower lip.

-I do not understand what it says, I checked the staff papers before arriving and there is nothing out of what you asked-

-So what have I got before me?- He noticed the petite, slim woman with crystalline golden eyes and an ordinary face framed in short, shiny dark hair.

Leo studied the woman for a few seconds and found nothing strange. He recognized it, remembering the image in his file. Silver Miller, Head of Design Department, 23, Beta. Just in case he checked her neck and found nothing but a thin, unadorned gold chain. Not even the characteristic protective necklace of omegas and even less the trace of a supposed brand.

He gave him the information in a whisper and his boss still didn't seem to understand the situation. The alpha was intelligent so he had no idea what was happening, or the interest in that woman, perhaps it had caught his attention, he did not believe, Sergei, from what he knew, was quite faithful and no scandal was known to him.

-Leo, find out everything about her- he whispered before recovering and putting his serious face again- I think she is ... my destined partner-

The beta made a face that disfigured his face and looked at both the woman and her boss. Now the alpha, if he had gone crazy.