Kapitel 3: Knox Arden [2]
[Don't go work in the café for now, Knox. Some thugs came searching every shop for a mascot tiger. They looked suspicious. It was lucky I didn't print out the mascot on the flyers and paste them in the shop. What happened anyway?]
Franz asked through the phone. His voice sounded extremely concerned, so Knox immediately explained what happened.
[What? If you sent him to the hospital, why are you being sought after? Wait. Maybe he's looking for you to thank you? But either way, Knox, we can't be sure about that, so don't come here in the meantime. You should be careful too.]
Knox nodded, "Got it. Thanks, Franz."
It's been a few days since that incident happened. Knox wondered if the man got angry because he was hit by the tiger's head. He crossed the street and waited at the bus stop while scrolling his phone, looking for another part-time job.
His back and shoulders still ache from carrying boxes on his last part-time job. On top of that, he still needs to go to school. He has an exam today, and the professor is a cruel old geezer who won't be lenient to late students. Once you're late on the examination time, then expect an F on your papers.
Finally, after a few minutes of waiting, the bus arrived. It took half an hour to reach the university. On the way, Knox tried to read his notes and memorize some things. But because he was lacking sleep and rest, only a few minutes passed and his head hit the window already.
Instead of jumping back to reading, he laid his head and took a short nap.
"Alright, pass your papers now!"
Knox jolted awake after a kind classmate knocked on his desk. She pointed to his answer sheet and turned her head to the front. Groggily, Knox mumbled a simple 'thank you' and passed his papers while rubbing his eyes with the other hand.
He sighed in relief. If his female seatmate hadn't pitied him, he might have taken the exam in vain. He stood, gathered his books, and prepared to leave, but some guy blocked his path and talked to him.
"Hey, you need to pay for your ticket for the upcoming sports—
Knox cut the guy off, "I'm not participating."
The guy gave Knox an uninterested look, but still insisted, "You still need to pay even if you're not participating."
"Why? I already said I'm not—
"Hey, man. The proceeds of the tickets are for our department's athletes that will participate. The least you can do is support them!"
The guy's voice intensified, catching the attention of the other students in the room. Knox ignored the murmur but his back tingled because the guy who approached him was an alpha. He looked displeased, somehow letting off some unpleasant scent in the room. The guy must be recessive because the other omegas aren't moving away.
However, because Knox is nearby, he still can smell the scent. The alpha guy probably didn't think that he was slightly affected because everyone knew him as a beta.
One man in the crowd shouted, "Hey, dude! Calm down! We're all adults here."
The alpha guy scratched his head and answered, "I'm just trying to collect the fees here, bro. I didn't mean anything. The others have already paid, he's the only one who hasn't."
Another guy walked to them and clung to the alpha guy's shoulders. Then, he murmured lowly, "He's got no money. Didn't you know? His family is in huge debt, any money he has will probably go to the loan sharks instead. Let him go, dude. He's pitiful."
The other guy's voice was low, but because the room was tense and quiet, everyone heard his words. The alpha guy looked at Knox with pity, then shrugged his shoulders and went away.
Knox's hands balled in fist, but he couldn't do anything. What's there to do, when what the guy said is all true? His family is buried in huge debts from loan sharks who hunt him every day. When his beta mother suffered from breast cancer, his omega father borrowed money from loan sharks for her surgery and treatment.
Knox's father, being a recessive omega, was forced by his debtors to sleep with them when he couldn't pay. This led his father to depression and eventually took his own life, while his mother's condition only worsened.
In the end, Knox's mother died only a few weeks after his father's funeral.
It was a sad story for the onlookers, but a burden to his relatives. With a family full of debts, no one wanted to take him in. Knox had to survive by himself, constantly fearing for every day that the debtors would knock on his door and try to take him.
So, as soon as he graduated from high school, he left his hometown, moved to the city, and went to college. Ever since then, he lived a life more frugal than before and even a pet dog eats better than him.
A tap on the back brought Knox back to the present. He looked back and saw the kind seatmate who helped him before.
The girl smiled subtly and said, "Your phone has been ringing since earlier."
Knox blinked. The sound of his phone entered his ears and he frantically searched for it in his pockets. Then, he gave her an apologetic look, bowed slightly, and left.
The number on the screen was unregistered. Then, a 'ding' sounded and Knox pressed open the message icon. He stopped walking after reading the message.
Don't exit to the front gates – the message from the unknown number. There was no explanation but Knox sensed a foreboding. However, when he looked up, he didn't realize that he was just a few steps away from the front gates.
Ignoring the message and thinking it was just a random prank text, he proceeded to walk. Only to stop by the entrance after seeing some men in tight shirts and black pants looking at him, grinning like a maniac.
Knox staggered on his feet, but when they began to walk to him, he wasted no time and ran for his life.
"Hey!"
He slipped from the crowd of students exiting the gate and went back inside the university. Those men followed, so, he went to the other gates, running as fast as he could. He didn't expect his father's debtors to find out about his school.
Knox bit his lower lip in frustration. He couldn't even blame his father because he wasn't someone who used the money for gambling or drugs. He was a good father who loved his wife very much. Their lives were just unlucky.
He dashed to the street without looking back. He hid in one of the building's parking lots, behind an expensive-looking car.
Knox crouched and caught his breath. His heart thumping loudly after hearing footsteps coming closer. Then, all of a sudden, his collar was pulled aggressively. Knox groaned and closed his eyes, waiting for a punch to land.
However, a cool and deep voice entered his ear, saying, "Who the hell are you?"
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Kapitel 4: Rude parking lot guy [1]
Knox grunted when the back of his collar was pulled off and the heel of his feet raised from the ground. He clung to his front collar and wiggled like a caught animal. The man was tall and strong, lifting Knox easily with one hand.
He looked at the man who carried an elegant aura and a handsome face. His slick black hair was swept back with some strands falling in his face like some male conditioner model, his eyebrows a bit thick, has a straight and pointed nose, thin pale lips, and a defined jawline.
His face was as clear and smooth as a months-old baby. Knox even wondered if he was an omega.
However, his presumption was proven wrong when a thick smell of something like the breeze of the rainforest permeated his nose. Knox's face paled. He struggled to be let down, but the man gripped his collar even tighter.
The man spoke with a deep and angry voice again, "I asked who are you."
Knox glared at the man and said through gritted teeth, "Let me go. I was just hiding from some stalker!"
Azrael raised his brow and let Knox go at his request. It was so sudden and because his knees went numb from crouching, Knox flopped on the floor with a thud. His bottom hit the ground flatly with his knees folded.
Knox groaned and cursed under his breath. His butt hurts as well as his palm which slapped the floor when he used his hand for support. However, before he could yell at the tall man, the man kicked him out of the way and opened the car door in the driver's seat. Then, he drove away.
Fortunately, the debtors that chased Knox were gone, so he went home after the feeling on his lower limbs came back. Now that those bastards knew where to find him, he might need to quit school.
He can always resume his studies, but he doubts he'll go back sane once they catch him. The last thing that Knox wants is to become a prostitute. He'd rather die than be sold around.
Months passed and those guys never came back, or safe to say, they never found where he lives again. The city is large and crowded, so it might take years for them to find him again.
Knox looked up in the sky where fireworks were exploding from the distance. He rested his arms on the head of the scooter and supported his chin. It was just summer back then, now it was already in the middle of the winter season.
Watching the people sitting on the field with blankets under and food surrounding them made him envious. They were filled with a joyous and harmonious atmosphere while chattering with happy faces, ignoring the cold breeze brought by the season and the nighttime.
It looked simple and easy to achieve, yet for Knox, it was a luxury.
He couldn't even buy a cake to celebrate the new year. To dream of watching the fireworks with a full stomach seemed far-fetched for him. Maybe, if he pays all his parent's debt and completely lives a life free from debtors chasing him everywhere, then, he might be able to. But right now, he has a delivery to do.
Knox rubbed his nape after sighing once more. He fixed his cheap and worn-out riding gloves before starting the engine again. Because of the holiday, deliveries are rampant. He had been on the move since the morning and it was already midnight. Luckily, there's only one more left.
He kicked back the stand and revved the engine, then he sped the scooter to his next destination.
"X Building, Room 3702. This is it."
Knox pressed the doorbell but the door didn't open even after a few minutes. He pressed it again, twice this time. Minutes passed and there was still no one. Knox began to feel impatience.
The owner couldn't possibly be tripping him, right? Besides, the delivery is a paid order, so there's no need to prank him. He could just leave the food at the front door since the building is luxurious, and he can be certain no one living there will steal someone's food.
Knox contemplated. The time was weighing on his mind. It was already midnight. At four in the morning, he has to come to work in a breakfast diner to help with the cooking. Folks who celebrated the new year outside will soon be rushing to dining establishments. It'll be another hectic day. He needs to rest as soon as possible.
Knox rang the doorbell again. Finally, the door opened and a head peeked out. Then, a gruff voice followed.
"What do you need?"
Knox lifted the two boxes of pizzas and two boxes of spicy fried chicken in a plastic bag, "Delivery."
The man, furrowing his eyebrows, answered impatiently, "I didn't order."
He tried to close the door, but Knox slipped his foot and stopped him. Once more, he will try to insist on the food once more, if the man still doesn't take it, then, that will be his dinner for the day and breakfast for tomorrow.
Knox showed the receipt and read the address to the man who looked like someone ready to punch an obstinate deliveryman, "X Building, Room 3702. It's here, look."
He gave the receipt to the cranky guy. The latter took it, letting go of the door. Because of that, the door opened widely, and the scent inside permeated his nose. Knox shuddered from the pungent aroma coming from the room.
The scent of forest.
Knox was immediately reminded of that one unlucky day. He frowned and stared at the man. Studying his face, Knox was certain he was that man. He has to leave but he can't help but comment instead.
"Are you always walking spreading your pheromones everywhere?"
Azrael froze behind the door. Slowly, he raised his eyelids and dropped his gaze at the deliveryman. His face darkened. He pursed his lips while crumpling the receipt in his hand.
Then, Azrael spat dangerously, "You're an omega…?"
Knox furrowed his brows as if he heard something unpleasant to the ear, and answered with the same dislike in his voice, "No. I'm a beta."
Azrael paused his threatening aura. He tilted his head and replied, "You can smell my pheromones."
Knox answered without breaking his gaze, "It was too thick you're showering it all over."
Azrael went quiet for a while thinking – it's true…if he was an omega, then he'd be stripping and crying on his scent already. But even a beta can't endure my pheromone, so how come he looks just fine?
Knox held out the plastic bags to Azrael and said, "Take it if you've confirmed it already."
However, Azrael grabbed not the bags but Knox's hands instead, pulling him in and asking him with hopeful eyes, "Hey, why don't you work for me?"
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