The S-Tier's Omega Bodyguard

Kieran Hunt sat in the gray, depressing office at Elite Security Agency, staring at the coffee-stained wall and wondering why the hell his boss had called him in on his day off. His knee bounced with impatience. He had shit to do. His sister Maya needed money for textbooks, his rent was due in three days, and he'd planned to spend his one free day doing laundry and maybe sleeping for more than four hours. But here he was, waiting like some rookie fresh out of training instead of the best fucking bodyguard this agency had.

The door finally opened and Patterson walked in. The gruff beta looked tired, older than his fifty years, with gray stubble and bags under his eyes. He dropped a thick file on the desk between them with a heavy thud that made Kieran's instincts prickle. Big files meant big trouble. Or big money. Sometimes both.

"Hunt, I've got a job for you," Patterson said, lighting a cigarette even though smoking wasn't allowed in the building anymore. Nobody had the balls to tell him to stop. "High-profile client. Serious threats. Needs full-time protection, twenty-four seven. You'd be living on-site."

Kieran's eyebrows rose slightly. Living on-site meant constant surveillance, no privacy, no life outside the job. It also meant the pay would be incredible. "Who's the client?"

"Elliot Sinclair."

The name meant nothing to Kieran for about two seconds. Then it clicked. Sinclair Corporation. That massive business empire that seemed to own half the city. He'd seen their name on buildings, in the news, everywhere. Old money, serious power, the kind of people who lived in a completely different world than Kieran's shitty apartment in the bad part of town.

"The heir?" Kieran asked, keeping his voice neutral even though his mind was already calculating how much this job might pay. Enough to help Maya finish college? Enough to finally move out of his current hellhole?

Patterson nodded, sliding the file toward him. "Twenty-eight years old, runs the company since his parents died. Smart kid but reckless. Doesn't take his own safety seriously even though there've been six assassination attempts in the past year. His last bodyguard quit because Sinclair kept ditching him to go to clubs and parties, treating the whole thing like a joke."

Kieran flipped open the file and saw a photo that made his stomach do something weird. Elliot Sinclair was fucking gorgeous. Like, unfairly so. Tall and broad-shouldered in an expensive suit, with silver-white hair that marked him as something rare. Kieran's eyes narrowed. Silver-white hair only meant one thing.

"He's S-Tier," Kieran said flatly. It wasn't a question.

Patterson grimaced. "Yeah. Are you okay with that?"

S-Tier alphas were rare as hell. Only one percent of alphas ever tested into that category. They were stronger, faster, and their pheromones were so powerful they could affect anyone regardless of designation. Kieran had worked hard for years to build up resistance to regular alpha pheromones, taking his suppressants religiously, training his body