CHAPTER 13: ARE YOU INTO THE NANNY?

Elias’ heart stopped as Viktor’s voice cut through the kitchen. "Report to my room once you put the kids to sleep," Viktor repeated, his tone sharp and commanding, his grey eyes boring into Elias.

Elias’s hands froze on the dish he was washing, water dripping onto the counter. A lot of thoughts ran through his mind.

’Why would Viktor want me in his room? Did he know about the alley? About my omega secret?’

His mind raced.

"Do you understand?" Viktor’s voice came again.

Elias’s hands were trembling as he turned off the faucet. "Yes, sir," he mumbled, nodding, his voice barely audible.

Viktor turned and left, his heavy footsteps fading down the hall. Luka, still leaning against the counter, grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Well, damn," he said, chuckling. "I didn’t expect that from Vik. Something going on between you two?"

Elias’s face flushed, and he shook his head fast. "No way. Master hates me," he said, wiping his hands on a towel and pulling off his apron. His voice was shaky, betraying his nerves.

Luka raised a brow, his grin widening. "Hate you? Are you sure about that?" He stepped closer, tapping Elias’s shoulder. "It looked like something else to me."

Elias frowned, his stomach twisting. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, hanging the apron on a hook.

"Why would I tell you?" Luka shrugged, his tone teasing. "Figure it out yourself, kid. But I’d watch my back if I were you." He paused, smirking. "Guess I’ll visit you tomorrow night instead. Sounds like Vik’s got plans for you tonight." He winked and sauntered off, leaving Elias standing there, confused and rattled.

Elias shook his head, trying to push Luka’s words out of his mind. He couldn’t afford to get distracted... not with Viktor’s order hanging over him. He headed to the twins’ room, where Dante and Dario were sprawled on the floor, playing a racing game on their TV, shouting at each other.

"Game time’s over!" He announced.

"Come on, Nanny!" Dante called, not looking up. "One more hour! We’re about to win!"

"Yeah!" Dario said, his eyes glued to the screen. "Don’t ruin our streak!"

Elias crossed his arms, standing in front of the TV. "Time for bed, you two," he said, his voice firm. "You’ve had enough."

The twins groaned, tossing their controllers down. "You’re no fun," Dante grumbled.

"That’s totally not fun," Dario added, pouting.

Elias clapped his hands, ignoring their complaints. "Brush your teeth and get to bed. Now."

They dragged their feet to the bathroom, still arguing about who’d almost won. Elias smiled faintly, listening to their banter. "I was so close to beating you," Dante said, squeezing toothpaste onto his brush.

"No way," Dario shot back, splashing water. "You’re dreaming."

Elias leaned against the doorframe, his heart still racing from Viktor’s order. The twins climbed into bed, still chatting, not sleepy after their evening nap. Elias left them to talk, closing their door softly.

He hesitated in the hall, his mind spinning.

’Should I shower first? Change my clothes, perhaps?’

He hadn’t taken a pill since the one at the hotel, and the broken bottle meant he had none. If Viktor caught his scent, he knew he would be in big trouble. He would have gone to the pharmacy to get a new one.

But... he groaned, running a hand through his hair. The alley attack flashed in his mind... those men, their filthy hands on his body, their disgusting pheromones. He couldn’t risk going out again, not now.

He settled for changing into a fresh hoodie and jeans, hoping the loose fabric would mask any trace of his scent. His hands shook as he approached Viktor’s double doors, the dark wood looming like a warning. He knocked, his heart pounding.

The door swung open, revealing Viktor... shirtless, his tattooed chest gleaming under the dim light, his cedar scent hitting Elias like a punch. Elias’s knees buckled, his body reacting before he could stop it. He fought the urge to cover his nose, clenching his fists instead. "Sir," he said, his voice shaky, "you wanted to see me?"

Viktor nodded, stepping aside. "Come in."

Elias obeyed, his legs unsteady as he stepped into the room. The door clicked shut behind him, making him flinch. Viktor grabbed a bottle of whiskey from a table, pouring himself a glass. "Want some?" he asked, his tone casual.

Elias shook his head, his voice small. "No, thanks. I don’t drink."

Viktor nodded, sitting on the edge of his bed, where a laptop sat open. He started typing, ignoring Elias, who stood awkwardly by the door.

Elias’s body tingled, Viktor’s scent overwhelming, stirring something deep inside him. He curled his legs inward, pressing his hands between his thighs to hide the growing hardness. His face burned...

’Why the hell is this happening to me?’ He glanced at Viktor, who was focused on his screen, oblivious.

Elias couldn’t take the silence. "Sir," he said, his voice trembling, "Can I go? Did I do something wrong?"

Viktor’s eyes flicked up, sharp and unreadable. "No," he said, his voice firm. "You will stay."

Elias frowned, his heart racing. "Why? I mean... what do you need me for?"

Viktor didn’t answer right away, his fingers pausing on the keyboard. He’d overheard Luka’s whisper to Elias in the kitchen... something about visiting him tonight. The thought of his Playboy brother with Elias, of all people, set his teeth on edge. He didn’t know why it bothered him so much. Luka always chased anything that moved, but Elias... Elias was different.

He was the nanny, here for the kids, not Luka’s games. That’s why he’d called Elias here... to keep him away from Luka, at least for tonight.

Viktor stood, closing the laptop, and walked toward Elias. Elias stepped back instinctively, his back hitting the door. Viktor stopped close... too close... his scent stronger now, making Elias’s head spin.

"You’re staying here for the night," Viktor said, his voice low. He noticed a faint sweetness in the air, barely there, but enough to make his pulse quicken. Beta pheromones were supposed to be weak, but this... this was different. He ignored the throb in his pants, stepping even closer.

Elias’s breath hitched, his eyes wide. "Here?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Why? I can sleep in my room."

Viktor cut him off, his tone sharp. "Shut up and do what I say." He pointed to a closet door. "Grab a duvet from there. Sleep on the couch."

Elias blinked, stunned. "Sleep... here? With you?" His voice cracked, his hands trembling. "But..."

"No buts," Viktor snapped, his eyes narrowing. "Move."

Elias bit his lip, nodding, as Viktor walked into the bathroom. His mind raced as he stood there for more than three minutes.

’Why is Viktor doing this? Did he suspect something? No way! If he did, he wouldn’t allow me to stay in his room? What if I sleep here and my scent spills out tomorrow morning? Would I be able to make an excuse for it?’

He shook his head and snapped out of reality. He’d better do as Viktor had instructed before he leaves the bathroom. The room had three doors: one to the bathroom, one to the closet, and one to... who knew? Elias hesitated, his hand on a handle. He didn’t remember which door Viktor had disappeared into.

What if he picked the wrong one? What if he walked in on Viktor... naked?

His face flushed, his mind flashing to Viktor’s bare chest, water dripping down his skin. He shook his head, trying to focus.

He grabbed a handle and pulled, but the door yanked open from the other side. Elias stumbled, falling to the floor with a groan. He looked up...and froze. Viktor stood there, fresh from the shower, a towel barely clinging to his hips. Elias’s eyes widened, his gaze dropping to the bulge under the towel, massive and unmistakable.

His body reacted instantly, heat pooling low, his face burning red. He turned away, his heart pounding. "S-sorry," he stammered, scrambling to his feet. "I must have grabbed the wrong door."

Viktor smirked, unfazed, adjusting the towel. "Wrong door? You’re not trying to peek at me on purpose, are you?" he asked, and Elias shook his head as he shut his eyes.

"I hope so," his voice low, almost amused. "The next door is the closet."

Elias nodded, as he stumbled to the right door, grabbing a duvet and clutching it like a shield. He hurried to the couch, his face still red, his body betraying him. He’d never seen a man like that before, and the image was burned into his mind.

’It would have been better if the towel fell from his waist and the bulge... hold on... Wait! What was wrong with me?’

Viktor disappeared into the bathroom again, leaving Elias to set up on the couch. Elias curled up, pulling the duvet tight, trying to calm his racing heart. Viktor’s scent lingered, making it hard to think. He couldn’t sleep, not with Viktor so close to him.

A few hours passed, and the room was dark except for the glow of Viktor’s laptop. Elias lay still, pretending to sleep, his body tense. Viktor worked silently, his presence heavy.

Then, a soft knock came at the door, followed by Luka’s voice, low and playful. "Vik? You up?"

Elias’s eyes snapped open, his heart racing. Viktor’s chair creaked as he walked towards the door.

"What do you want?"

Luka chuckled. "I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I could just check up on you. Thought I’d swing by Elias’s room, but... seems he’s not there. Is he by chance... Here?"

Elias’s breath caught, his hands clenching the duvet. Viktor’s voice dropped, cold and dangerous.

"Stay away from him, Luka."

Luka laughed, unfazed. "Why so protective, big brother? Got a thing for the nanny? You’re not into men, are you? Or maybe... You’re into the nanny,"

Elias clenched the duvet tighter as his heart pounded. For some reason, he wished to hear Viktor’s response too.