Rion Vale's POV___
Steam curls around me as I rise from the bath, droplets tracing the hard lines of my chest. The warmth feels divine against my skin. I towel off slowly, the faint sting of scratches on my back making me smirk.
I stand before the mirror, sliding into my crisp white shirt. My gaze catches on the mark on my neck — red, deep, unmistakable. A rare alpha like me… marked.
A low chuckle escapes my lips.
"My little omega," I murmur to my reflection, voice rough with satisfaction. "He's really something. So wild… so full of heat. Even dared to bite a rare alpha."
The smile on my lips deepens as I remember his trembling body, his nails digging into my skin. "You scratched me so badly, little kitten," I whisper. "I should pat you for that."
I button my shirt, adjust my tie, and just as I reach for my coat, a knock comes at the door.
"Come in," I say.
Gen steps inside — my ever-fidgeting secretary.
"Sir, I did what you ordered," he reports quickly.
