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“Let me join you, please.” Small pebbles on the concrete ground seemed to pierce through his silk-like trousers, the pain a distant buzz in the back of his mind. His legs were numb now, he couldn’t remember how long he had been kneeling there. Time slipped through his fingers like sand, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.
He’d lost his career and his years of cunning actions were meaningless now. Everything, the only thing he ever truly aimed for had burnt out of existence right in front of him. How long ago had it been since they turned their backs on him? How long had it been since he kissed his wife’s cheek goodbye in the morning before making his way to his vast office surrounded by clear windows while his secretary silently prepared his coffee?
Had he truly missed his old life at one point? He couldn’t imagine it now, especially not when he now faced the option of a much better future right in front of him. He didn’t want to go back to his frigid apartment, too cold due to his wife's orders. It helped her complexion, she simply said. His wife- he couldn’t, no, won’t go back to her. Not to her underlying insults, his offers of a mutual affection discarded, a wife who used him time and time again when he couldn’t refuse her with the dense alpha scent that lay on her skin.
He didn’t want to go back to that office, too ample and too empty. Void of warmth it was too, only his cup of coffee made by his constantly frightened secretary temporary warmed his chest. How fast time seemed to have passed when back then everything seemed to advance much too slowly.
“Please” He pleaded again. The screen was the same deadly quiet as it had been since he arrived at the location. If he looked up Tyrell knew all on the blank screen would be his own reflection kneeling on the floor in front of the low table containing the laptop. This was his only chance, a chance he clawed and hung onto for months now. Desperate, he was so desperate for this single chance.
Betas, those who made up the majority of the middle class were often overlooked in favor of Alphas. A basis that was so integrated into their society that Tyrell hadn’t questioned it, but he was sure he could rise above their expectations. What a foolish dream it was now, Tyrell laminated.
It was his status that prevented the quick climb up the ranks, it was his status that made his fellow co-workers sneer at him when they thought he wasn’t looking, it was his status as a beta that inhibited his chance to break away from his alpha wife. Away from his heavily impregnated wife with a brood not his own. Instead it was another’s offspring implanted into her since she herself was infertile, this information of course hidden away. After her first child, the baby who was given up, her body and mind couldn’t take it- whatever the reason she may have given, at the end of the day she simply was infertile.
She hadn’t wanted to keep trying as his touch was unwanted, something she made known constantly. None of that mattered now- not when his whole future was right in front of him. In the form of the silent black screen.
“I’ll do anything to show you my loyalty.” After a moment the electronics screen glitched then a voice spoke.
“Anything?” It was distorted, rough, and unnatural. Yet, hope painfully bloomed in Tyrell’s heart.
“Anything” Tyrell promised.