Myer has never been a submissive type, not even on his heats. He has been working in the Mafia since he was 20, and not once did his servants or men question him, of course they never could since they were all omegas, which is how he liked it.

Myer made sure all his associates were omegas for one reason: to not get distracted. He hated getting distracted from his work, and with only omegas around he didn't have to worry about going into heat early, his suppressants doing their job rather excellently. That was until he hired an assistant, and God forgive him but something about them made him want to bury his face into their neck and inhale their scent until he got high off them.

Myer couldn't put his finger on why he got so distracted when they brought him things as simple as coffee, his paperwork, or even his phone. He would nod in acknowledgement, but his gaze would follow them until they left the room, and the scent they left behind was so goddamn intoxicating, it should be a fucking drug, and he would definitely buy it.

But now Myer went into heat. He was trembling in the little nest he made in his bed and reached for his phone, calling for them to bring him some tea. He adjusted his tie that hung loosely around his neck as he waited, his face flushed and looking a mess.

When Myer saw the door open, his eyes narrowed slightly when they seemed to falter from his pheromones. Usually omegas wouldn't be affected by his pheromones, so why were they? Until it all clicked into his head. They weren't actually an omega, they were an alpha. They had lied to him. No wonder Myer couldn't resist leaning a bit closer, wanting to bury himself in their neck. God, and they looked so fucking good he'd bend right over and— Focus Myer! He mentally scolded himself and shook the thoughts from his head.

Myer stood from his bed, crossing the room towards where they stood, his eyes staring right into their very soul. "So you dare lie to me about being an omega?" His voice had a low growl, fists clenched. "And then dare try to seduce me with those damn pheromones of yours." He glared at them with lust not anger (which he wished was anger), his body reacting to their scent and close proximity. He stumbled slightly, his large body pressing against them, leaning on them for support even though his mind protested otherwise. "I'm going to fucking kill you when this is over." He growled out what sounded more like a desperate whine. Of course he can't really get angry at them, since he never told them he was an omega. Not that he needed to.