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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Kapitel 5: Rude parking lot guy [2]

Knox grimaced at the man's out of nowhere suggestion. He pulled himself away and took a step back, showing his wariness to him. Knox answered without interest, "No, thanks."

He turned around and was about to leave when his footsteps faltered. The pheromones in the room thickened! Because Knox was a recessive omega, his scent was weak, and because he was hiding that fact, he asked his doctor if he could prescribe him suppressants that strengthen his immunity towards alpha pheromones.

He took them daily without fail, even if he wasn't on his heat.

However, that damned alpha just went on and showered his pheromones because he was a beta, but even a beta can't endure that intensity! What more an omega like him?!

Knox gritted his teeth. He can't be affected. He looked ahead and grabbed the door, then walked out with difficulty. Knox was already outside when he heard a thump – the sound of something hitting a hard surface.

He contemplated whether to look or not. In the end, his conscience won. He opened the door widely again, and his eyes widened after seeing the man unconscious on the floor.

Knox immediately crouched and shook the man, "Hey! Are you alright?!"

The man was motionless. Knox felt a déjà vu, though he couldn't think of the reason why. Knox gathered the man in his arms, but because he was larger, he had a hard time lifting him. The man's head hit his helmet, and he grunted, but Knox was already pissed to be bothered.

Instead of carrying the man, Knox dragged him to the living room instead. The scent was more pungent inside. Knox wore his helmet and slid down the visor. Then, he started checking the man for his pulse.

After discovering that he had probably fainted from lack of sleep, Knox kicked him aside and left.

The new year passed in the blink of an eye. Without anyone to celebrate the holiday with, Knox did nothing but work until the holiday season passed.

"Hey, young man! Move these boxes over there once you're done on that!"

Knox wiped the sweat on his forehead before nodding and shouting back, "Yes, sir!"

He was working in a factory that day. After sending a notice of his drop-out to the university, he decided to apply for a full-time working job in that factory. However, without a degree and credentials, he could only apply for the lowest position there is – the janitorial job.

He earns a monthly salary, and aside from that he accepts small part-time jobs recommended by Franz from time to time, often during weekends or a night shift.

However, another accident happened again.

It was past midnight. He was on his way home after his part-time job at a 24/7 open convenience store when three men tailed him to his home. His heart was racing but he tried to walk calmly and pretend like he knew nothing.

After turning in the corner, he bolted out with all his might.

One of the men shouted furiously, "Dammit! Get him!"

The other two followed and chased Knox. Without looking back, Knox ran to the alley, the only street he thought he could hide. The road in that alley was narrow and sloping down, so running became easier.

He slid on the road, and because of his lightweight compared to the thugs chasing him, the distance between them became wider. However, he failed to notice that only two were chasing him. The leader surprised Knox, appearing at the last corner and snatching him from the road.

"Gotcha!"

Knox struggled, "Let go!"

The man whose lips and ears have piercings twisted his arm. Knox screamed in pain. Tears swelled at the corner of his eyes. The man wasn't satisfied by that, he even pulled Knox by the hair and dragged him up the alley.

"How dare you run away from us? Do you think we can't get you?" the man cackled viciously, "Fool! Your father's debt is so big that the boss won't let you go just like that! I bet even when we sell all your organs, you can only pay the interest!"

The other two men who were still catching their breath took Knox from the leader. Knox kicked one but got slapped instead.

Pak!

Knox's ears were deafened from the impact. A shrill noise echoed in his ears and he felt dizzy. His head ached and his cheek throbbed. He glared and cursed at the man who slapped him, but he only got another slap in the end.

Knox's lower lip bled.

The one who slapped Knox chuckled and asked the leader, "Brother, this one doesn't need a pretty face, does it?"

The leader looked back and smirked, "He's a beta, what does he need for a pretty face? As long as his mouth is fine, that will do."

They laughed maniacally. Knox blinked his blurry eyes.

It was already past midnight, and people were asleep, even when he screamed for help, he doubted someone would bother to intervene. It was also dark in that alley. The single light post was meters away from them.

From the next turn, he could see a black van parked on the side.

Knox was starting to lose hope.

They reached the van. One of the men whirled around to the driver seat, while the leader and other one opened the door and shoved him. He pretended tripping and slamming on the seat face front.

The man who pushed Knox laughed and exclaimed, "Stupid! Tripping over something like that."

The leader sniggered and opened the passenger's seat, then he jumped in. Knox took that opportunity. He flipped to the side and kicked the man with too much force that he toppled over the corner.

"Argh! Brother!"

Knox straightened his body and ran away again.

"F*ck! Are you a fool?! Why did you let him run away?! What are you still doing? Catch the bastard!"

Knox ran toward the place where it was crowded. He passed the alley and reached the night district where blinking lights were attached to buildings with their alluring and seductive posters of men and women in bikinis and trunks.

He looked back and saw the three men still chasing him. Without thinking anything except to lose his chasers, Knox stepped into the night district and mixed himself from the crowd of alphas and omegas coming and going from motels and bars.

Knox winced and groaned after an alpha bumped into his broken arm. The alpha even asked him for company but he ignored him and moved forward. He needs somewhere to hide. The scent of the area was too suffocating, with all the different fragrances mixing in the air, everything smelled dizzying.

Knox was starting to lose focus and his breathing became ragged and heavy. When at the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar face grimacing in the corner while leaning on the column of one of the hotels in the area.

His feet automatically moved toward that person, and with all his remaining strength, he grabbed the man by the arm, catching his attention. The man glared at him and mumbled something he failed to comprehend. Knox weakly mumbled, "Help me. I'll accept your offer. I'll work for you, so please, help."

Knox couldn't hear the man's answer because he finally succumbed to fainting.