The Devil’s Contract: Kiss Me Like A Lie

It shouldn't be hard for a man who could crush me with one hand, but like the filthy, desperate omega I was, I didn't hesitate to get down and suck him off. He tasted like sin, and I was the fallen angel.

Back to when it all began.

There’s a fine line between being watched and being owned; Soren never thought he was ever going to cross that line, and honestly, one couldn't blame him when that man looked like he was wrapped in power, and Soren had always had a thing for bad decisions.

The noise inside the basement is ear-deafening, with sweaty men shouting, exchanging money, and placing their bets while the sound of fists hitting flesh echoes off the damp concrete walls.

The air smells of sweat and blood mixed with the smell of cheap beer and, of course, alphas.

In the ring, Soren Fox spits out the blood in his mouth and wipes his cracked lip with the back of his hand. His chest rises and falls hard as he steps back while his opponent lies on the ground, groaning, face swollen with blood, creating a small puddle over him.

Soren smirks, and then the referee raises his hand and announces loudly. “Our winner!”

And in an instant, the crowd cheers even louder, half for the fight, half for the money they just won betting on him.

And from the crowd, he hears someone shout. “The Beta fights like an Alpha!”

Soren's eyes immediately twitch at the words, and they hit him hard yet again.

You see, Soren Fox is a liar, and that lie has teeth. While the whole world thinks he's a fearless beta, he's just an Omega hiding behind suppressants and a scent patch, becoming something less breakable and untouchable.

Soren has learned two things in life and in the ring: never beg, and never be the first to bleed. For his sister’s next hospital bill and for another week of her medicine, Soren is going to continue this lie for the rest of his life.

Quickly, he climbs out of the ring, sweat sliding down his neck. He needs to get out of here before his sweet Omega scent starts leaking out.

In the locker room, he sits on the bench, his red hair falling over his face while his cold blue eyes stay fixed on his raw and split knuckles as he unwraps the piece of clothing wrapped around them. It's one of the rules of the underground boxing ring: no gloves.

Suddenly, the door of the locker room opens, and his best friend enters, instantly tossing him a towel.

“Nice fight.” Theo gives him two thumbs up and a smile that reveals a set of dimples on his face. “You were ruthless as always.”

Soren gives a small, tired laugh as he wipes the blood on his hands with the towel. “Anything to satisfy those greedy and unhappy alphas and have my money, I can be a monster.”

Theo chuckles and leans against the locker; he doesn't get to say anything before the door of the locker bursts open without warning, and the one who arranges all his matches enters. They call him the boss.

He has a big, proud smile on his face, and in his hand are three rolls of cash. He is dressed in fancy clothes, big diamonds, rings, and a pair of shades. He drops on the bench beside Soren and throws his hand over his shoulder.

“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me, Fox. You have so many fans. This is their gratitude,” he grabs Soren’s hand and shoves one roll of cash.

Soren sharply turns his gaze to him. “This isn't what we agreed on.”

“Relax, pretty boy. Don’t start biting the hand that feeds you. That's all I have to spare, and besides, there's someone, a special guest, who's been watching you tonight. If you meet him, you will have millions in your pocket.”

Soren shoves the money in his pocket and rises to his feet. “I told you, I'm not a prostitute.”

He might be desperate for money, but he won't stoop so low as to sell his body to those disgusting, lustful alphas.

In a world where Omegas are seen as breeders and submissive whores that can't do without an alpha’s knot, Soren chooses to be a Beta.

He hisses and starts to head for the door, but the Boss suddenly blocks his path. “Get out of my way before I break your fucking teeth,” Soren grits through his teeth, his blue eyes blazing in anger.

The boss playfully raises his hands in surrender. “I know someone like me is no match for you. But he's already in my office and wants to see you. If you do this one favor for me, I'll pay you all that I owe you. Think about it, Fox, you will have enough money for your sister's medication. He just wants to talk to you and congratulate you on your win tonight.”

"Hey,” Theo finally steps forward; he grabs the boss by the shoulder and pulls him away. “He said he's not interested, fuck off.”

Soren clenches his jaw as he thinks about it. “It's only to talk, right?”

The boss breaks into a wide grin. “I swear on my mother's grave,”

Soren suddenly reaches out and grabs him by the collar of his million-dollar shirt and pulls him close, his blue eyes burning into his. “If I go in there and he tries shit, I'm going to bust his ass and come here and beat the shit out of you, and you better keep your promise, or you're dead. Got it?”

The boss nods his head eagerly while sporting a glint in his eyes and a predatory smile on his face. “Of course, you have my word, fox.”

Soren lets go of him with a rough push, throws his towel over his shoulder, and walks out of the locker room, with Theo following behind him.

He's going to see this special guest, and the boss better hope it's worth his fucking time.