Bound by Fate: The Alpha's Possession

The Bangkok sun beat down on the towering glass edifice of Hemmawich Corporation, a symbol of power that made Pon Thanapon Aiemkumchai's heart pound.
He clutched his borrowed, ill-fitting suit, a stark contrast to the gleaming modernity around him. Today was his chance, his dream. He whispered a silent mantra of encouragement, willing away the sweat on his palms.
With determined steps, he pushed through the revolving doors, only to catch his foot on a raised marble edge.
BAM! He collided with something impossibly solid, his resume scattering like autumn leaves.
Then, an intoxicating, overwhelming Alpha scent flooded his senses, paralyzing him. A voice, sharp as a knife, cut through the haze.
"Do you have a death wish?"
Pon looked up, way up, into the piercing, cold eyes of Sailub Hemmawich Khwanamphaiphan. The CEO. He was even more terrifying in person, a commanding presence that suffocated the air around them. Pon's wolf stirred, an instinctive urge to submit clawing at him.
"I—I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to—" he stammered, scrambling to bow, cheeks burning. Sailub's gaze dropped to the scattered papers, then to Pon. He crouched, picking up a document with slow, deliberate fingers.
"Thanapon Aiemkumchai... Is this how you plan to make your first impression?"
Pon's throat went dry. This was a disaster. His trembling fingers brushed Sailub's as he reached for his resume, a jolt of unexpected heat shocking him. Sailub watched, an unreadable flicker in his dark eyes.
"You better not waste my time, Thanapon."
Pon gripped the resume, his knees wobbling. What had he just gotten himself into?
