DESTINED MATE : SWEET ALPHA PHEROMONE
Chapter 15 - GRUVV’s POV

Chapter 15: Chapter 15 - GRUVV’s POV

WARNING!

This Chapter include a suicide scene in it.

Dhurudatta’s family has been in the construction business for decades. They were not from the elite but they grew to it because of the connections they used, the construction business was their main business it’s called DATTA’s company.

However, the underground business is the reason they have so many connections.

My great-grandfather married a dominant Alpha because he was an Enigma. That’s why even though they’re not a pure elite, they can carry weight a Dominant Alpha genes through the family.

The underground business was my great-grandfather’s first business, divided into many, especially in the entertainment district. Nightclubs, casinos, and brothels. Almost ninety percent of the Capital entertainment are own by Dhurudatta family.

Dad is their fifth heirs.

I was only ten years old when my twenty-one-year-old brother Cross was married off because of an arranged marriage between companies. The marriage is to strengthen the underground work of two families in order to expand even further, not just an entertainment district, dad eyeing more than that.

Cross was appointed as the next heir since he was so young, our age gap was so big. That time I did not understand how Cross struggled to carry out the duties given by Dad.

I was eleven when Joshua was born. Since I was a kid I’ve been taught a lot of martial arts. When I grow up I just understand. Dad creating his own monsters to be released underground. I was nineteen when I made as the BOSS in the underground.

I was born as a dominant Alpha, so I have more power than most Alphas and Betas. All the martial arts I learned, I applied to fighting and killing people. I kept doing that for years. Marriage never crossed my mind, I could enjoy as many Omega’s as I wanted and I didn’t care about that.

Until one day, it happened. Things that trigger my depression.

I’ve had a best friend since I was a kid, Ford.

He was not a dominant Alpha, we were friends since childhood because we went to the same school. Ford knows my family business, he also knows that I’ve been working underground to become the next heir. Ford comes from an ordinary family.

At that time, I was with George checking out some nightclubs and casinos as usual when my phone rings.

"Gruvv.." Ford’s voice sounded so nervous.

"Ford? What’s wrong?"

"Gruvv, help me..." He half whispered.

"Help? What’s wrong? Where Are you?" I keep asking.

"Come to my house, Gruvv. Help me.." He said before turned off the phone.

I was so nervous that I asked George to drive me. The house was so dark when I arrived, there was a sign saying a repossessed house.

Ford never told me anything, about him and his family, he never showed that he was in trouble when he met me. I never knew anything. To think that we were bestfriends, I guess I had too much hope.

"Boss, the door is unlocked." Said George as he push the doorknob. A little uneasy, I went inside while George called for our men to come immediately.

I called Ford’s name, repeatedly. No sound. I went up to the second floor, to his room. The room is so dark and quiet.

"Ford.." I called him again.

"Gruvv...."

I ran towards the room at the end of the hallway. His parents’ room. As I walked closer, my body froze. I sniff some familiar smell, some sort of terrible smell. Blood. I rushed closer and my eyes widened when I saw Ford standing in the middle of the room while his parents were lying on the floor covered in blood.

"F..Ford..What happened?" I stuttered, my body freezing and my sweat poured out. I’ve seen dead bodies since I was sixteen, murder is inseparable from underground work. But seeing his parents sprawled covered in blood, I reacted very badly. I shouldn’t have reacted that way.

I can smell Ford’s pheromones in the room. So strong that I coughed. His pheromone choked my throat. I’m sure he was angry, pissed and confused all at the same time, which is why his pheromone is so suffocating.

"F..Ford..." I called him again.

I tried to calm him down, my body couldn’t move to get close to him. He’s not an Alpha dominant and supposedly his pheromones doesn’t make me at least this weak, but strangely I can’t do anything but call his name.

He gave me a look full of regret, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Gruvv, help me.." He muttered.

"I will, Ford. But, please, tell me what happened." I asked.

When Ford was about to say something the sound of my men whom George had called into the house was heard, Ford panicked and pulled a gun out of his trouser pocket. In front of me, he pulled the trigger that he pointed into his throat.

BANGGGG!

I opened my eyes, sweat was pouring in and I breath heavily. I stared at the ceiling of my room. Damn, that dream again.

I took a glass of water on the nightstand and chugged it.

It’s been so long since I had a dream the last night I met Ford, since I last finished a consultation session with a psychiatrist and regularly took medication. But the last two nights, I dreamed about it.

The dream kept coming up and repeating in my head as if it had just happened.

Ford’s death brought a lot of trauma to me, especially after I found out that his family was in debt from my family’s company. Guilt and loss plunged me more and more into endless depression. As a result of that, I could no longer smell the pheromones.

I couldn’t smell all the pheromones, I couldn’t tell if the person I had just met was an Omega, Alpha or even a Beta.

It’s been twelve years since Ford’s death and I still haven’t recovered from my illness. All the treatment has been done by my family, but the results are zero. Dad kept pushing me to get married while I was not functioning properly, I had not even entered RUT for so long.

Seeing that I lost because of mental illness, dad was disappointed in me, his expectations were so big and I broke them.

I went into the bathroom and let my body soaked with water. I try to cool my head, every time I dream about it my body reacts so excessively. I can’t control my pheromones anymore because I can’t smell them.

I’ve stopped going around checking out casinos, nightclubs and brothels because I can’t control my pheromones. I just work with Alphas and find people who runaway with my family’s money, hunt them down and kill them.

Right now I’m just a killing machine in this family.

I changed my clothes and stared at the sunshine from the balcony of my room. Yesterday, I told Shiloh about him as a guarantor for his father’s debt. The reaction was as I thought. He was devastated by that.

"Shiloh would love it if I took him for a walk this morning." I murmured with a big smile. I came out of the room, the house was so quiet, checking the clock, I’m sure the maids were busy preparing breakfast.

I walked into Shiloh’s room, and when I opened the door, the smell was so familiar to me. My body froze, my breath choked, my eyes widened. All of my senses instantly weakened.

"Mr. Gruvv?" I heard Ave calling my name while I was still froze on the spot. She was carrying Shiloh’s breakfast.

Ave rushed over to me, she running towards Shiloh’s room and shouted loudly. All I could see was Ave hugging Shiloh, covered in blood. The boy’s body was so pale, and I could see blood from his wrist.

My body is cold.

Not again. Not this again.