POSSESSION: The Hidden Omega In All Alphas' Academy [BL]-Chapter 37: Before He Escapes My Control

At the heart of Westport city, the Agastya Mansion was located near the ancient Blue Lake which flows down from the Black Mountain guarding the top of the country where the ancestral powerful wolves and several other paranormal creatures were said to be coexisting together, at least a few thousand years ago.

Since it belonged to the most influential Alpha in the country, Dolemort Agastya, the President of Lumina Pharmaceutical as well as Zenith’s father, the skyscraper Agastya Mansion was said to be one of the most exquisite buildings to ever exist in the city.

Mixed with the touch of royal and modern architecture, the mansion was widespread over hundreds of acres of land, with countless guards protecting it all around every moment.

Only the selected people were allowed to serve inside the mansion, their Alpha Dolemort solely decided that. Inside the exquisite bedroom, wearing his bathrobe after getting out of the shower, Dolemort was elegantly seated on the red velvet couch while scrolling some articles on the tablet in his hands.

He bore the same facial features as Zenith, but a bit older. His wet long shimmering silver hairs were spreading down his broad muscular shoulders, along his light bearded jawline that looked sharp as a chisel under the bright daylight.

The color of his eyes was dark grey, but his gaze was piercing enough to make anyone shudder in fear if they saw him. However, just like his son, his handsome masculine build with great compact muscles was attractive enough to capture anyone’s attention at first glance, despite his age.

Known to be bearing the same supreme bloodline as a True Alpha, along with his strong wolf just like Zenith, which was very rare to find in the hierarchy, Dolemort never failed to show his dominance as the most powerful Alpha in the country to ever exist. freewebnσvel.cøm

But there was one person whom he couldn’t easily overpower, and that was his only son Zenith.

The relationship between Zenith and Dolemort had turned worse than enemies in years, majorly because none of the Supreme Alphas’ pride could accept defeat before the other one. No matter how he tried to pursue his son, Zenith would always choose to go in the opposite direction from him.

Sometimes when Dolemort tried to show his concern for him, Zenith would rather act harshly which would lead to their raging clash between the two supreme Alphas. The bitterness between them arose to the point that Zenith never preferred to visit his home if the reason wasn’t mandatory.

He would go as far as he could to avoid meeting Dolemort, primarily because his heart was deeply scarred by his father when he was only a small child. To be honest, Dolemort was one of the main reasons why Zenith grew up to be a cold-hearted, fierce, and apathetic boy in contrast to his kind childhood that Zenith was forced to leave in the distant past, which also included his bitter resentment towards omegas.

However, no matter how much Zenith avoids him, Dolemort wouldn’t refrain either from directly or indirectly getting involved in his son’s life. After letting him join the Elite Academy, Dolemort was mindful enough to become the Chief Trustee, so that he could turn the Principal into his new puppet and keep an indirect watch on his son.

While he was scrolling through the tabloids with his stern expression, the door of his room was faintly knocked a few times before another giant, handsome, middle-aged man wearing round-framed glasses walked inside. He was Mr. Clark, Dolemort’s trustworthy beta who had been serving him for over three decades as well as being his personal secretary.

Just hearing his footsteps, Dolemort didn’t avert his gaze up from the tabloids but rather asked Mr. Clark in his cold curious voice, "Do you have any useful report for me, Clark?"

"Yes, Sir." Adjusting his glass frame over his nose with his fingertip, Mr. Clark held a serious expression when he elaborated, "Sir, the President of Key Pharmaceuticals, Mr. Smith has asked for a business dinner invitation tonight. Just as you wanted to know, I have found out that his only daughter, Elena has returned to Westport after staying abroad for years. It seems that President Smith was asking for the dinner invitation because he wanted to introduce her daughter to you."

Hearing his words, Dolemort finally lifted his cold curt gaze from the tab before averting towards his face. His thick brows frowned a little when he urged curiously, "That girl, she must be an Alpha, right?"

"Yes. She is a beautiful, healthy, dominant She-Alpha, with no history of any medical illness so far. She’s of the same age as Young Master Zenith but even though her bloodline is not supreme like him, she holds a good record for her physical strength." Clark narrated in a serious firm voice, as if he had confirmed the details before reporting it to him.

"Hmm," Dolemort tossed the tablet down on the couch from his hand and exhaled a heavy sigh, before blankly gazing outside the giant glass window he was standing next. "The Key Pharmaceuticals is nothing in front of our Lumina Group, but it seems Mr. Smith is already well aware of my search for my son’s potential partner, huh?

"Well, I will meet them tonight, Clark. If I find that girl suitable to my preference, you will be arranging her meeting with Zenith next."

His cold curt voice echoed inside the walls of the room, but followed by a brief silence, Mr. Clark sounded a bit nervous when he answered, "But...Sir...Y-Young Master Zenith...would never agree to such a meeting.

"Besides, do you remember how furious the Morepane Group’s President was when he had complained that Young Master...um...I mean...when Young Master suddenly disappeared leaving her daughter all alone in the hotel room the next morning after spending a night together." Mr. Clark hesitantly narrated the situation, while taking a deep breath in.

"We somehow managed to silence his fierce rage towards Young master with heavy compensation, but if something like this happens again with this meeting—"

"Zenith always has a knack for causing trouble in my ways when I am looking out for him. This is nothing new to me." Cutting in between his words, Dolemort’s voice deepened a bit when he stated, "Clark, you just need to make sure Zenith won’t cause such kind of trouble this time. I don’t care whatever tactics you use, but you need to make sure he attends the next meeting like a decent gentleman this time.

"I know, Zenith has been always hellbent on making me lose my face before the world, but as his father, I know what’s better for him. I just need to tie him up with a strong, potent She-Alpha right after he graduates from the Alpha Academy before he escapes from my control."