Chapter Four
Luke
“I’ve had the other guards do a perimeter check and comb through the whole area. She will have the place to herself with no interruptions whatsoever.”
I stand with my hands behind my back, legs spread apart as Mr. Kaye and I go over the last-minute details before Leila retreats to the getaway she always goes on when she’s on her heat.
Mr. Kaye and I always have a briefing when Leila begins her heat, and I assume the role of her bodyguard during those times to ensure that she’s well cared for and has all that she needs.
“I trust you to see to the rest of it,” Mr. Kaye’s voice echoes in the office as he looks up from his tablet and fixes me with a stare.
I offer a short nod in acceptance. “Certainly, sir. I have bought the food supplies and everything else she’ll need, including the softest blankets on the market. I only need your permission, and I will have them sent ahead.”
Mr. Kaye nods, waving a hand dismissively. “Yes, go right ahead with that.”
His gaze returns to his tablet, a wrinkle appearing on his forehead as he once again goes through the list to ensure that we have everything we need.
Despite his busy schedule, the period Leila goes into heat is one of the times Mr. Kaye is never too busy, ensuring that his daughter’s needs are always met.
“I can always count on you, Luke,” he says, a statement rather than a question.
Still, I nod in agreement, standing at attention, my hands still stiffly behind my back.
“Of course, sir.”
He emits a low grumble of approval and offers a small smile. “By the way, how is your mother?”
“She is doing alright, sir.”
I’m grateful that despite the years that have passed, he continues to inquire about my mother’s health. It is one of the reasons I am forever indebted to him and will never judge him, no matter what he does and in what light the rest of the world views him.
I've known Mr. Kaye since I was a child, tagging along with my mother to her job at his company, where she worked as a cleaner. However, he’d never noticed us, not until an event occurred that changed all of that.
On that fateful day, my mother had been cleaning when she suddenly went limp and slumped. Mr. Kaye was headed for the elevator at the time the event occurred.
He didn’t stop there. Mr. Kaye personally rushed her to the hospital, staying with me as we awaited her test results.
When the diagnosis of ovarian cancer came, fear gripped me.
My mother, though trying to reassure me, couldn't hide her own terror.
It was the first time I saw her so vulnerable, fighting back tears.
In our world, wolves may have powerful regenerative abilities, but cancer is a cruel exception. The disease regenerates just as quickly as our healthy cells, making it deadlier than in humans. For us, it’s a triple threat—fast-growing, lethal, and difficult to treat.
Learning of my mother's illness was terrifying, especially given our limited finances.
We could barely afford daily necessities, let alone expensive medical care.
But before despair could set in, Mr. Kaye intervened.
He paid for her hospital bills and even arranged for a witch to perform healing magic.
I still can't understand what drove Mr. Kaye to go to such great lengths to save my mother's life. I expected him to seek publicity, but he shunned the spotlight instead. No press conferences, no photo ops, no interviews.
His kindness was genuine, with no desire for recognition. To this day, only those directly involved know of his good deed.
After thinking about it for years, wondering why he did it, I couldn’t hold it off any longer, and I broke down and asked him why he had helped us. His response stuck with me:
“Why not? I was already involved from the moment I jumped out of the elevator and waited at the hospital to find out what was wrong with her. What was the point of disappearing and letting her and her young son figure it out when I had the resources needed to help? I just had to see it through.”
Despite his notorious reputation as a ladies' man, Mr. Kaye's actions towards my mother defied expectations.
She was a matronly woman, older than he was, and a single mother, far removed from his usual type.
Yet, he treated her with pure kindness, as if his sole purpose was to ease her suffering.
He was a perfect gentleman during her period of recovery and has remained so till now.
I remain indebted to him because of his care. My mother still lives only because of him, although the cancer had done too much damage before it was detected, and as such, she was unable to return to work.
Once again, Mr. Kaye had come through for us, giving us a place to live that was fully ours. He also paid for my education and made sure that we never had to worry about anything ever again.
By the time I was done with my university education at the age of 22, all I wanted was to work for Mr. Kaye. There was no other place in the world I would rather be than working for the man who cared for us as though we were his family.
I became a guard in his home, slowly rising to the position of the personal bodyguard for his precious daughter, Leila, by the time I was 28. Now, five years later, it was still a position I was honored to have and one I was determined to prove worthy of.
I bite back the guilt that gnaws at my conscience as I stare at the relaxed figure of Mr. Kaye.
I haven’t proven myself to be worthy, have I?
Instead, I have done the opposite of what I was supposed to do, sleeping with my boss’s daughter.
Not only did I sleep with her, and still do so, I was her first.
When Leila was eighteen years old, I was assigned to be her bodyguard. It was a position I had been excited about, but I had proved myself to be undeserving of the support Mr. Kaye had shown me and my mother.
**
I walk the perimeter of the summer home Leila often visits when she has her heat, roaming the compound with my ears peeled for her call should she need anything from me.
The sound of something crashing and shattering to pieces reaches my ears from the house. I head in its direction, push through the heavy doors, and run up the stairs to make sure that she’s okay, looking around as I take careful yet hurried steps toward her room.
“Are you alright, Miss Kaye?” I ask as I rush into the house.
We’re the only ones in the summer house. The other guards have finished their routine sweep of the environment and returned to the Kaye mansion, a decision I’m certain is hinged upon my being a Beta, completely unaffected by Miss Kaye’s heat and pheromones.
“Miss Kaye.” I gasp, skidding to a stop in front of her, looking at her with wide eyes.
She’s sitting on the ground in an awkward position. I assess the situation, taking in the tray and the broken plates surrounding her. She had fallen, taking her tray of food with her. However, that was not the cause of my surprised gasp.
I take in the sight of a distressed and moaning Leila.
Her skirt sits pooled at her waist, revealing her pink pussy.
Her head is thrown back, her face contorting in what can only be a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Raggedy moans that sound more like broken sobs escape her parted lips, and her eyes are closed.
Her finger works itself swiftly in and out of her pussy, and her waist works to catch up with the movement of her hips.
Another moan escapes her, and I watch, entranced, as her hips slow and she inserts her ring finger to join her middle finger, once again rolling her hips and pumping her fingers, this time slower as she acclimates to the addition.
A groan escapes me, and her eyes fly open. She watches me as she moans and drools. Her eyes are filled with pain, and it quickly snaps me out of the trance that her position has placed me in.
“Are you okay?” I ask again, ignoring the painful hardness straining against my pants. Worry fills me despite my aroused state. She doesn’t look so good.
“I – I haven’t done anything to relieve myself during my heat,” she says through gritted teeth before adding. “For the past five heats.”
My eyes bulge in shock. It’s almost unheard of for a wolf in heat to go that long without trying to relieve themselves one way or another. It’s akin to torture.
“Nothing at all?” I ask, forgetting myself for a moment.
Maybe it’s the state she’s in, but she answers me anyway. “I’ve tried to distract myself by reading and being involved in the family business just so I don’t touch myself, but I can’t do it anymore.”
I bite back my remark, not willing to cross even more limits by being too friendly with her or asking questions that might cause her to be embarrassed when her heat-induced state passes.
My eyes roam the length of her body, stopping at the fingers that continue to pump in and out of her beautiful pussy. Perhaps we are past that stage after all.
She looks up at me with pleading eyes filled with desperation.
“Help me,” she chokes out.
I blink fast and then slowly as I register her words.
In a moment, she’s standing in front of me, her hands roaming the length of my body until she stops at my belt. I groan as my hardened cock stirs, further thickening in my pants.
“Please, help me.”
She presses her exposed pussy against my thigh and grinds while staring into my eyes. “Touch me, please.”
She gasps, shuddering.
“Miss…” I strain to say, fighting against the temptation she presents. I don’t need to perceive her pheromones to be turned on by the sight in front of me.
Still, I manage to say the words I know I will regret. “I don’t think this is a good idea. Your father won’t like this.”
“Oh, you feel so good.” She runs her lips up and down my exposed neck, gently flicking her tongue against my skin.
Her hands move down to mine, and she takes my fingers, leading me to the hotness between her legs as she stares at me with desperate eyes.
I groan as the tips of my fingers graze wetness, rubbing against the slick. Fuck!
“Don’t you want me? I need you inside of me now,” she whimpers against my ears, pressing her breasts against my chest.
“Help me,” she pleads desperately.
With my last shred of reasoning, I pull away from her. “I can’t do this, Miss. I’m your bodyguard.”
She shakes her head before I can finish, attaching herself to me almost as if she can’t bear to be away from me.
“It doesn’t even matter. You are a Beta. You don’t have a knot so you won’t be knotting me,” she says, pushing my palm against her. She widens her legs to accommodate my hand, and I nearly bend to the pressure.
“Please. I just need something bigger than my fingers, something warm and alive that can satisfy me.”
I swallow at her words, nearly keeling over from the heavy dose of lust that hits me.
“You’re a Beta. It doesn’t count, so just help me,” she begs, still grinding against me. “I just need a little help.”
I groan and press myself against her, grinding my hardened cock against her hot and exposed pussy, giving in to her needs and mine.
**
It’s been five years since then, and I have been “helping” with her needs every time she’s in her heat or whenever she’s stressed and needs some relief.
The guilt continues to eat at me because, while for her, it is merely a means to curtail her heat, for me, it is more than that. In the time that we have spent together, I have fallen in love with her, and it has only grown.
Knowing that I can never be with her because she’s my boss and also my boss’s daughter kills me, but I cannot help how I feel.
I know she deserves to be with someone better.
After all, she is the second most powerful Omega.
Of course, she requires an Alpha strong enough to match her and not some random bodyguard assigned to protect her, especially not one who is the son of a former cleaner.
When the talks of her marriage to Ares began six months ago, it had hurt me to know that it would never be me, but it had been a less bitter pill to swallow, knowing that he was exactly the type of partner she deserved.
Although it did not reduce the hurt I felt, I tried to get used to the hurt. It shames me to admit it even to myself, but I was relieved when the talks of marriage between her and Ares fell through.
It’s been amazing having her stay in the Kaye mansion with me a little longer, although I know that it must soon come to an end. When she eventually finds a partner, there is an unlikely chance that I will be following her to be her bodyguard or continue our affair.
“You’re such a good employee, Luke. I won’t forget you when this is over,” Mr. Kaye says, breaking through my thoughts, and I stare at him in confusion.
“I’m going to give you a promotion when Leila leaves, don’t you worry,” he finishes.
The words fill me with greater dread. Is fate so cruel that my greatest fear will come to fruition so soon?
“I beg your pardon, sir?” I question. Maybe I have only misconstrued his words.
Mr. Kaye chuckles, unbeknownst to my plight. “Oh, yes, I am having marriage talks for her, but it is like I said. I am keeping you in mind and will definitely give you a promotion for sure.”
He continues to chuckle, shaking his head as he looks through a file while I stand dumbfounded.
There are so many questions I want to ask. Who is she marrying? Why now? Does she know about this?
The last question I know the answer to. It doesn’t seem likely that she knows since she’s been going about her activities without fuss.
I swallow back my questions, unable to give them voice. No matter what relationship I have with Mr. Kaye or with Leila, it is not my place to ask any questions and try to find out more than what was volunteered.
The sinking feeling that I had when the marriage talks with Ares were on returns with a vengeance, and it is all I can do to keep my face blank and professional. She’s going to leave me soon.