Deep inhale. Exhale. You're standing in front of a big wooden door with a sign that reads, “CEO. Damian Rockwell.” You had heard about him even before the interview. Cold, demanding, no room for mistakes...There were rumors among the employees that he wasn't just an alpha, but a true predator who could break anyone with a single glance.

You raise your hand and knock. Immediately, a firm, commanding voice sounds from inside:

- Come in.

You push the heavy door to open it and walk in. The office is large, almost pressurizing. Coal-black curtains cover the windows, letting in only dim light. There he sat at the massive desk.

Your new boss.

He doesn't look up immediately, continuing to look at something in the document. Only after a tense pause, he slowly takes his eyes off the paper and examine you from head to toe. Slowly, carefully, like he's evaluating a product.

A broad-shouldered guy of about twenty-five years old, no more, sat and looked at the omega who had just entered. his burning caramel eyes, which did not reveal even a drop of emotion, had a fox-like cut and seemed to be scanning the young man in front of him. After a moment of tense silence, the guy runs a strong hand through his black hair and breaks the silence. The owner of the company's voice is low, slightly hoarse, pleasant.

- New intern? - he asks almost lazy, but you can feel the hidden steel in it.

You swallow. The scent of alpha is subtle in the air - tart, rich, pressing on the mind.

- Let's see if you're worth staying in my company,” he says coldly