For The Beta I Fell For (bl)

Happy Birthday

Layle stood at the gate of his house for few minutes before deciding to enter. He was summoned by his father in the morning but he was only able to come at night. He was restless. His hands shaking and sweat broke on his forehead in middle of cold.

He rarely visited home after graduating high school. The only time he visits is when something important needs to be discussed. He didn't know what important thing he needed to discuss today but it was not what made him anxious.

The smoke he had earlier at the park stayed in his system. He felt his lung full of it, and feared that his father could smell it on him. Not that he could do anything other than being angry. But there was no reason to anger him over trivial thing. Layle is not even a smoker himself.

The only time he smokes is when going to the park, and the only time he goes to the park is when visiting home. So he released more pheromones to cover the scent of smoke. But couldn't control himself to stop.

The image of Keith's bloody hand was on his mind, and it made it hard for him to concentrate on his pheromones. He could smell the iron in the air, more than smoke, more than pheromones.

His mother welcomed him with a big warm hug when he made it to the living room. But she quickly retreated with an annoyed expression on her face as if she tasted a sour candy. It was his pheromones that run in the air so thick they lost their pleasing aroma.

"Your father is in his office room."

She said. Her hand placed on his cheek trying to soften his stone cold face with some warmth and break it into a smile. But he didn't faze. He looked as unbothered as ever.

"Sometimes I miss my little boy."

She let out with a broken smile. She never imagined her filled with life, vibrant boy turn into a stoic, silent man. But this is what alphas turn into once they are old enough. She has never met an alpha, who didn't act like an alpha.

"Do you know why father asked for me?"

"He has news that might lighten up your mood."

He wasn't full of enthusiasm when he went to his father's office, but he was in fact expecting good news as his mother promised. But the moment his eyes met with his father's, he knew there was nothing good to expect.

His father, who sat comfortably behind his fancy desk, got up to greet him, placing his cold hands around his boy's back. Layle wouldn't be able to sense the coldness on his body even if he was naked. He himself has cold skin. Something that strangely only alphas possessed.

"Make yourself comfortable."

He ordered, but his son only leaned on his desk. His eyes skimming through the papers on it aimlessly, but he wouldn't be able to read without glasses. His dad at that brought a file from under the pile of papers bringing it to his attention. Only one glance and it was clear what the file's for. There were images of omegas and their descriptions.

He called him to talk about marriage.

Layle was annoyed to say the least. His forehead scrunched till his eyelashes touched his eyebrows. He looked at his dad with that upset look on his face, but the latter returned it with a smile.

"How is Keith?" He asked, his voice still firm but his smile strangely didn't break.

"I don't know. Fine, I guess." Layle answered turning his face away. His fingers found the company of each other more relaxing, so he crossed them together.

"I thought you would know."

"How would I?" Layle let an annoyed sigh. "I haven't met him in a while."