Chapter 42 CHAPTER 042
Soren tries to pay attention to the words being thrown over the table of the charity dinner but his mind is a complete mess, his head pounds like crazy and his vision is a total blur.
He shakes his head, trying to get rid of it, but the world only tilts harder, spinning just enough to make his stomach churn. A low groan slips past his lips before he can stop it.
What the hell is happening?
The question echoes in his head, loud and disoriented, and then his gaze drops sluggishly onto the empty glass of wine sitting in front of him, the same one he drank from minutes ago and just like that, realization slams into him hard; his drink was spiked.
Soren’s fingers curl tightly against the edge of the table, his nails scraping faintly against wood as he forces himself to stay upright while his heart begins to pound not from fear but from instinct.
He sharply lifts his gaze, scanning the table through half-lidded eyes but faces blur together; laughing, talking, pretending. Soren shakes his head again.
“Are you okay, Mr. Fox?”
Soren doesn't know where the question comes from; he can barely make out anyone's face on the table anymore but he nods but every instinct in his body screams "flight." He needs to get out of here. With that, he pushes himself to stand abruptly, almost throwing his chair back.
“E-xcuse me,” he stammers as he feels like his throat is about to close up on itself. He doesn't wait for a response as he immediately leaves the table, filled with prominent Alphas and Betas wanting to waste their money while Soren is shoved in their midst, asked to pretend, smile and present Reign and his company because that's what he's being paid for as the man's fiancee while the enigma goes about his business.
Soren stumbles across the halls until he finds the restroom and the moment the door clicks shut, the heat hits him hard.
It rushes through his body like wildfire, sudden and overwhelming, crawling under his skin, and settling low in his stomach before spreading everywhere at once while a tent builds in his pants, his cock hardening.
Soren sucks in a sharp breath, bracing himself on the sick and his hands gripping it tightly, knuckles whitening.
No. No. He couldn't have possibly been drugged with an aphrodisiac.
Suddenly, his skin becomes too hot and his breathing grows heavier as his reflection stares back at him, flushed skin, unfocused eyes, and lips slightly parted.
He grabs his tie and yanks it off his neck. He wants every piece of clothing off; it makes his skin crawl and he hates it.
Suddenly, knocks come from the other side of the door before a mocking voice punctures through his eardrums.
“Mr. Fox, are you in there?”
Soren glares at the door, panting hard, sweat beading down his temple and his cock now throbs painfully. Those fucking bastards. They drugged him. Soren is going to kill them when he gets out of here.
Quickly, he turns on the tap and splashes water on his face.
“You can't stay there forever, Mr. Fox,” the same voice taunts while another laughs.
“We'll be out here waiting, pretty beta."
Soren grits his teeth, knowing nothing is working. He stumbles back, his back resting against the door. His chest goes up and down rapidly while his breathing becomes even more uneven.
Without a second thought, he shoves his hand into his pocket and pulls out his phone. It's not a speed dial, as Soren finds the man's number with difficulty before holding the phone to his ear, hearing it ring.
Soren waits impatiently, feeling like he's about to explode with heat and then finally, a deep voice comes from the other side.
“Fox,”
Soren swallows deeply and he immediately clasps a hand over his mouth to stop himself from moaning at the mere sound of the Enigma's voice.
Fuck. He needs to be touched. Soren would be leaking slick and smelling like an Omega in heat if he didn't have suppressants buried under his skin.
"Enigma”
The word is meant to come out as a desperate attempt for a plea but it comes out like a needy moan.
“Please” he continues. Soren sees red in his vision and his mind goes completely hazy as he tries hard to focus. “I-I need—” he cuts himself off, realizing what he was about to say. “I've been drugged. ~Please help me” he groans into the phone.
“Stay where you are, Fox; I'm coming to you."
With that, the line ends with a beep and instantly, Soren slides to the floor beside the door, throwing his head back as his cock becomes too painful to bear. Without a second thought, his hand reaches out to touch over his pants and a low moan rips through his throat.
Soren tugs at his clothes, uncaring as the buttons of his suits fly off and his fingers graze over his hardened bud. He shuts his eyes as more moans leave his lips but he quickly bites hard on them to stop the noise.
He can't touch himself. He can't give those alphas the satisfaction of seeing him break. He can't allow them to see him like this. Soren has to hold on.
The alphas on the other side continue to twist the doorknob of the restroom, wanting to break in, wanting to possess Soren's body like some filthy animals. Soren lets out a bitter laugh, knowing even as a beta, those lustful eyes still won't stop following him.
He swallows deeply, eyes shut and head resting on the wall; he waits for either Reign or the guards to find him.
Time drags on and he loses track. He has no idea how long he sits on the tilts of the cold floor, listening to the taunting alphas that keep on trying to break in while he's nursing a throbbing member.
However, the noises from outside seem to stop and Soren leaps in joy when a familiar voice comes from the other side.
“Fox,”
Immediately, Soren knows who that is. Mustering his last bit of strength, Soren unlocks the door without taking a second to think that he might be wrong but he can recognize that voice anywhere, even in his sleep and of course, he's right as his desperate and tear-filled eyes meet the dark ones of Reign.
“Enigma~” Soren cries out with no self-control, desperate and wanting the ache to stop so badly.
Reign sweeps his eyes over the sight before taking off his coat and throws it over Soren's body, wrapping him up before lifting him in his arms in bridal style as if he weighs nothing, while Soren immediately snuggles to his chest, instantly overwhelmed with warmth and a soothing scent that should have calmed Soren's hormones but only seems to spike his blood and make his cock ache more. He cries out.
“Let's get you home."