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CHAPTER 2

Harry groaned at the light that streamed past the window, blinking the sleep out of his eyes before he looked around the unfamiliar bedroom.

His nose scrunched at the smell of sex and sweat in the air, slowly sitting up and looked over at the male omega sleeping beside him; trying to recall his name but in the end came up blank.

He couldn't even remember most of the night, only vaguely remembering greeting Cara at the door before he got pulled over to the kitchen where all the alcohol was. It was all a blur after that.

"Time to go," he muttered to himself, slowly and carefully sliding out of the bed, tip-toeing around the room to pluck up the discarded underwear. He immediately froze in his spot with one leg in the air and arms spread out to balance himself, when the unnamed omega shifted and mumbled in his sleep before settling back under the covers.

"Phew." He let out, picking up the remaining scattered articles of clothing from around the hotel room before quickly dressing himself and let himself out of the room.

The only reminder of his presence was the lingering scent of an alpha.

"Model Harry Styles, 23, son of STYLES TECH CEO, Desmond Styles, was last spotted leaving Cara Delevinge's celebration party for the release of her Blockbuster film Evermost, with a mystery brunette on his arm. Could this be his new beau? Or just another toy? An inside source claims 'Harry is a young alpha who is enjoying life before he settles down.' We know that the fact of Harry settling down won't come for a long time, and can already see the long line of broken hearts beginning to form. Tune in next wee-"

The television was switched off, the elder Alpha of the two sighing in disappointment as he tried to contain his anger before turning to look up at his son. The similarities between the two of them were almost uncanny, the both of them having a strong Roman nose, full lips and piercing green eyes.

His son sat on the other side of his desk with a face of disinterest, chewing on a piece of gum with eyes glued onto his phone. "Harry." His father spoke after a moment of silence, eyes glaring at the young alpha.

"Harry!" He snapped from the blatant disrespect, an edge of alpha timbre in his voice as he commanded for his son to look up at him.

Harry sighed in slight irritation, putting his phone away to look up at his father; his brows furrowed.

"Yes," Harry spoke out slowly, "Father?"

"You can't keep doing this, when are you ever going to learn that your actions not only affect you, but me as well? I'm getting calls from every fucking news outlet for a comment on my 'rebellious and whore' of a son," Desmond threw his hands up in exasperation, "Who by the way, is tarnishing this company's reputation that I have worked very hard to build." He sighed, taking a deep breath.

As the CEO and founder of STYLES TECH, he had invented a device that was able to do as any smart phone was able to do, but had instead of it being a actual mobile, it's holographic screen and tiny projector device, was slowly over-running the mobile industry. And the way his son was behaving, thinking with his knot rather than his head, it was beginning to give his company a bad rep.

Harry bit down on his lip, hands fidgeting in his lap. "Sorry..." he muttered.

It wasn't like he didn't want to be the CEO of his father's company... it was the fact he couldn't see it happening anytime soon. His plans so far were to go around and have fun while he still could and model for his favourite brands; like Gucci and Yves Saint Laurent. Being the boss of a global industry was a huge responsibility, one he wasn't ready to take on.

"I want you to clean up your act. You're going to be the next CEO whether you like it or not." Desmond grunted, holding his hand up when his son went to protest. "You can continue to do your little modelling thing on the side, but you are the heir to this company. I cannot trust anyone else with this company other than you, Harry. But not until you show me you are responsible."

Soon after Harry's reprimanding, Desmond sighed tiredly. "Your mother wants you over for dinner," He muttered, rubbing at his temple as if he had a incoming migraine. (He did).

The younger alpha nodded, "I have plans..." he trailed off before he raised his hands in surrender when his father shot him a glare. "That I'm going to change around, geez. No need to bite my head off."

"Just go, before I throw something, more specifically, at you." 

Harry walked with his friend Fionn down the sidewalk, the other alpha busy scrolling through his phone to ignore the attention they were receiving from paps and fans. Harry on the other hand, was soaking up the attention and took photos with many a fan.

After the crowd had died down, Fionn sighed in relief as they both walked into the mall, their security guard trailing behind after them. "How do you put up with all that?" he questioned as he followed Harry straight into the Gucci store. Fionn had only recently entered the spotlight with his film as the main actor, so everything was still new and surreal for the younger male.

"With great ease and grace," Harry snickered and held up a dark silk blouse that had intricate swirls embroiled into the material. He was already in love with it. "And also a fuck ton of flirting."

Fionn rolled his eyes at his friend. "Careful not to catch herpes while you're at it as well."

He enjoyed the scandalized gasp that escaped from Harry's lips.

Anne plated loads of food onto Harry's plate, making sure to fit everything onto it before handing it to her son with a kiss on the cheek. Harry smiled at his mother, thanking her and joined his father at the table.

His sister Gemma, also an Alpha, was chatting on about her day at college, telling some story about how one of her students had fallen asleep in class and slid under his desk, and as a result ended up with his desk and several others falling down like a domino effect.

"And how was your day, darling?" Anne asked Harry, sipping her glass of red wine.

Harry glanced up from where he was looking at his food, cheeks puffed out from chewing.

He held up his hand as he swallowed. "Oh, uh- yeah, it was alright. Visited dad, hung out with Fionn." He muttered, leaving out the fact he had left his one night stand's hotel room. It was better for the both of them that she didn't know.

Anne just smiled. "That's lovely dear. Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend yet?"

Harry ignored the snicker from Gemma, shaking his head. "Oh... erm, no. No, not yet mum-"

"Harry just gets a little busy from time to time." Gemma cut in with a smirk, ignoring the harsh kick to her foot and kicked back just as hard against Harry's shin.

The youngest alpha growled under his breath, a clear warning sign for his older sister to leave him alone. The two siblings began to glare at one another as Anne, the only Omega in their family sighed when she noticed the growing tensions and gave a look to her mate for him to diffuse the situation before it got out of hand. Something that had happened too many times for her to count.

The head alpha rubbed at his temple and sent a slight nod to his mate before he reached over and gave the two a deserving smack on the back of the heads. "Stop it, you're both acting like idiots," he reprimanded in a tone that left no room for argument, watching as the two grumbled apologies and sighed.

"Harry, you'll be accompanying me to a meeting I have tomorrow afternoon with the CEO of Empire Music."

Harry groaned, tossing his head back against his chair. "I don't have a choice, do I?"

"Nope."

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