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There were few things in the world that could get under the skin of one Zayn Malik, Alpha Lord of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black, Order of Merlin: First Class, and Savior of the Wizarding world. After facing life and death situations, toppling corrupt governments, and destroying dictators, there weren't many things that could make Lord Malik want to throw his flute of champagne across the floor and fly into a homicidal rage in the middle of the Ministry of Magic Solstice Ball.

And one of those such things happened to be situated on the chaise lounge in one of the ballroom alcoves.

Several young alphas were crowded around the chaise, practically reeking of pre-rut pheromones in the presence of a beautiful omega. And normally, Zayn couldn't give a damn about a bunch of pups scrambling for any omega they could get their hands on.

Except it wasn't just any omega.

In the center of the alpha mob was Liam Payne, Omega jewel of the Black family.

In short, he was Zayn's responsibility, as well as his intended.

He's doing this on purpose... Zayn sighed, taking a sip of his champagne as he descended the staircase. Liam loved attention, and coming into his omega status had only made his drama queen nature worse. 

Sure enough, Liam was doing all he could to keep the young alpha's enthralled: batting his eyes, a coy nibble of his lips, brushing his hand across his pulse in the soft flesh of his neck.

Each move was carefully planned and the alphas lapped it up like sweet wine.

Then Liam's eyes met Zayn's, and a smirk tugged at his lips.

Cheeky brat... Zayn schooled his expression from showing annoyance, though he did raise his free hand, gesturing for Liam to come to him.

Liam only responded by smiling coyly, and giving a minuscule shake of his head.

Always wanting to do things the hard way... Zayn sighed, passing his glass to a server as he walked by. With even, deliberate steps, Zayn made his way to where his defiant ward was seated.

"Evening, gentlemen." Zayn greeted the alphas with all the grace he could manage. "So nice of you to keep my Liam company."

Upon seeing the Conqueror of the Dark Lord, the alphas were quick to back off of their attentions to Liam. Zayn couldn't help but smirk, placing a hand on the back of Liam's neck, "I hope I'm not interrupting, but I'm afraid I need to speak to Liam in private."

Zayn didn't wait for them to respond, he had practically helped Liam to his feet and walked him away from the crowds.

"You're no fun, Zayn..." Liam chuckled, swaying his hips slightly as they walked.

Zayn didn't respond, simply turning to guide Liam away from the main ballroom and down one of the many hallways of the Ministry.

Liam was still giving Zayn grief when he led both of them into an unoccupied washroom. Zayn used the moment in which he locked the door and cast a silencing spell to take a calming breath.

After that, he struck.

Liam was cut mid-sentence as Zayn bodily forced him against the wall, the berunette's chest hitting the wall roughly.

"Zayn!" Liam gasped once he was able to get his breath back, "What the hell are you doing?"

"You know exactly what I'm doing, you little tart."

There was a low growl that emanated from the alpha, causing Liam to tremble.

Whether it was from fear or from excitement remained to be seen.