Oddity's Charm ( Omegaverse BL)

Ivan's POV

My phone is ringing non-stop.

I groan, flipping onto my stomach, burying my face into the soft pillow. It's too early for this. The sound is relentless, vibrating against the nightstand like it's determined to ruin my peace.

I reach out blindly, grab the device, and press it to my ear without checking the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Ivan Orlov?"

I blink, sitting up slightly. The voice is unfamiliar—smooth, polished. Definitely someone rich.

"Who's asking?"

"My employer, Mr. Astor, would love to take you to dinner. He's been following your career and admires your work."

Oh. Oh.

I pull the phone away from my ear, squinting at the screen. Unknown number.

"I'm not interested," I say, already moving to end the call.

"Perhaps I didn't mention—he's willing to fly you to Santorini for a weekend getaway. Five-star accommodations, a yacht, private—"

Click.

I hang up.

What the hell?

Not even ten seconds pass before my phone rings again.

Another unknown number.

I reject the call.

Then another.

And another.

What the actual fuck?

I sit up fully now, irritation bubbling under my skin as my phone continues to vibrate in my hand. My notifications are blowing up, unread messages stacking up like a stockpile of desperation.

And then it clicks.

The behind-the-scenes interview.

It must have dropped today.

I open my social media, and there it is—the clip of me, looking effortlessly gorgeous, making a reckless little comment about romance.

"Sure, why not? It's going to be some hard shoes to fill, though. And I seem to have a Vale smitten with me. Oh well, may the best man win."

I really was just talking out of my ass.

I don't want some mystery billionaire trying to impress me with yachts. I don't care about expensive trips or lavish gifts.

I am, quite literally, only attracted to one brooding, obsessively devoted, dark-eyed Alpha.

And he knows it.

Which is why I don't bother correcting myself.

It's not my fault Zander is probably foaming at the mouth right now.

The thought makes me smirk, and I bite my lip, tapping my fingers against my phone.

Still, the constant calls are annoying.

I sigh, scrolling through the flood of messages. Some are genuine, others are just power-hungry Alphas looking for an accessory to their wealth.

How exhausting.

I consider blocking every single number, but that's too much effort.

Instead, I slide out of bed, stretching as I head toward the living room where Maksim is standing, already dressed in his usual black suit, ever the picture of quiet intimidation.

"I need a new number."

Maksim doesn't even blink. He just nods, pulls out his phone, and makes a couple of calls.

That's what I like about him—no questions, no commentary, just efficiency.

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Zander's POV

My phone sits on the desk, buzzing furiously.

I don't answer it.

I already know what it is.

Every powerful Alpha in the city—and beyond—is circling Ivan like a pack of fucking wolves.

It was inevitable. He's the most beautiful thing to ever grace the industry, and now that he's made it clear that he's open to romance, everyone wants a chance.

Over my fucking dead body.

I take a slow breath, fingers drumming against the table.

Ivan is playing with fire, and he knows it.

If he thinks I'm going to sit back and let this happen, he's out of his damn mind.

He wants to keep me on my toes? Fine. Let's see how high he can make me jump. Like the spineless person I am, I'm going to jump pretty fucking high.

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