Kian stood in front of the mirror, taking a deep breath as he adjusted the collar of his new, expensive white suit.
Gone were the rugged clothes he had worn before, replaced by this elegant attire that felt both foreign and exhilarating against his skin.
The suit hugged his slender frame perfectly, exuding a sense of sophistication he had never experienced.
As he looked at his reflection, he felt a mix of excitement and anxiety.
Today was the day he would marry the four men who can change his life forever. He smoothed down the fabric, trying to calm the racing of his heart.
The ballroom was dimly lit, the flickering candles casting shadows that danced across the walls like whispers of a forgotten past.
Kian stood at the entrance of the ballroom of the most expensive crystal hall in T-city, feeling out of place, like a ghost at his own wedding.
The Crystal Hall was breathtaking. It was a venue where only the elite dared to celebrate their unions. Its intricate designs evoked the grandeur of a fairy tale castle. Ornate arches and detailed moldings spoke of luxury. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, their sparkling light illuminating the space and creating a magical ambiance.
Kian's heart raced, each beat thudding loudly against his ribs. The silk of his wedding attire felt foreign against his skin—too heavy, too tight.
Yet, it wasn't the fabric that made him uncomfortable; it was the weight of the eyes upon him.
It was a luxury he had never known.
Four pairs of eyes fixed on him, their gazes burning with intensity, hunger, and a strange sense of ownership, something ferocious and primal.
He swallowed, trying to breathe through the sensation of being scrutinized. Every time he looked up, the heat of their stares caught him.
The scent of his husbands-to-be in the air—leather, musk, pine, citrus—was distinct yet entwined, leaving him dizzy.
He glanced at Alex first, the alpha who had arranged all of this. Alex was the CEO of AstroTech Global, a powerful figure in the business world.
When their eyes met, Kian felt an unfamiliar heat spread through him. Alex stood tall at the altar, his posture commanding. Yet, there was a softness in his expression that Kian hadn't seen before. His scent was overpowering—leather and musk clung to him, making Kian's head swim.
Alex's intense black eyes locked onto him, unwavering, as though silently telling Kian to come forward. His pheromones filled the air, thick and charged with electricity.
Beside Alex stood Mark, the Director of Operations at AstroTech Global. His golden amber eyes never left Kian. Mark's strong, muscular frame was draped in a blue tailored suit.
The scent of pine and steel originated from him like a forest after rain. Mark's scent was grounding—solid and steady, a reminder that he would always protect Kian.
But even through Mark's calmness, Kian could feel the tension rising from him. Mark's gaze was intense, his lips drawn tight. Yet, something in his eyes softened Kian's anxiety. His pheromones were like the scent of a distant mountain, unchanging and unmovable, providing both comfort and intimidation.
Dylan, ever the charismatic one, stood just a step behind Mark. He was the Head of Marketing at AstroTech Global, and he leaned against the pillar with an easy smile directed at Kian. There was depth in his gaze that made Kian feel something shift within him.
Dylan's scent was honey and rain. It was like a fresh breeze after a storm, a contrast to the grounded pheromones of the others.
Dylan's presence was a balm, soothing Kian's tension. His scent flickered warmth in Kian's chest, a quiet reassurance that things might not be as frightening as they seemed. It felt like home.
And then, there was Lucas. The youngest of the group, he stood beside Dylan, radiating youthful energy. Lucas was a full-time school student in Grade 12.
His bright green eyes twinkled with mischief, and his tousled blonde hair seemed wild compared to the others. The scent of citrus and fresh grass was intoxicating—sharp, sexy and vibrant, as though the air around him was alive.
Lucas's energy was contagious, pulling at Kian. It made him want to step forward, to be part of something new and raw. The pheromones surrounding Lucas made Kian feel as if the world was full of color for the first time.
For a moment, Kian stood frozen, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. The voices of the guests—soft whispers and murmurs that faded into the background.
He tried to gather his thoughts.
His mind was clouded, emotions tangled—fear, desire, confusion. He didn't want to belong to them. But even as that thought flickered through his mind, Kian couldn't deny the pull of their presence.
It was as if his body responded to their scents, to the alpha pheromones filling the room. It was an attraction he couldn't explain. A longing he couldn't understand. Their pheromones were an invitation to something greater, something unknown. But Kian didn't know how to accept it.
Was he ready for this?
"Kian," Alex's voice broke through his thoughts. The room seemed to hold its breath as Kian looked up.
Alex stood in front of him, his gaze steady and divine. "Come here," he said softly, his voice a low command that sent a shiver down Kian's spine.
Without thinking, Kian took a step forward, his legs feeling unsteady. The moment he crossed the threshold, the scent of Alex's pheromones grew stronger, enveloping him.
He could feel Alex's gaze on him, heavy and intense, as if it were a tangible force pulling him closer. Kian's heart raced, each beat echoing in his ears as he approached the altar.
Mark shifted slightly, his presence a solid anchor beside Alex. Kian could feel the warmth radiating from him, a silent promise of protection.
Dylan's smile remained, a beacon of comfort amidst the swirling emotions.
Lucas bounced on his heels, his youthful energy infectious, making Kian feel lighter despite the weight of the moment.
As Kian reached the front, he felt the air thicken with anticipation. The guests watched, their whispers fading into silence. Kian's breath hitched as he stood before the four men, their eyes filled with a mix of desire and expectation.
The Crystal Hall sparkled around them, a fairy tale setting that felt both enchanting and overwhelming.
"Kian," Alex said again, his voice low and inviting. "This is your moment. Embrace it."
Kian nodded, though uncertainty still lingered in his chest. He was stepping into a new world, one filled with complexities he had yet to understand.
But as he stood there, surrounded by the scents and presence of the four men, he felt a flicker of hope. Perhaps this was where he was meant to be.
The officiant stepped forward, and Kian's heart fluttered.
It was time for the vows. It was the moment to change his destiny for better or for worse.