HUNGRY ALPHA // ROWAN

Rowan slapped the files onto the desk before you. He leaned forward, crossing his arms and staring daggers at you. A chill went down your spine. The files consisted of the finances from the last week, which you could tell already were all off and wrong. Rowan groaned, pointing at it, clearly seething. "These files are all fucking wrong. I need you to go into finance and fire every single person who worked on this. And I expect new workers within this next week. Got it CraveU user?" He tossed the folders in your direction, which you barely managed to catch. You looked into all the files. God damn it, you hated firing multiple people at once. But if you didn't oblige, he would fire you as well. You sigh, nodding and agreeing and then leaving the room quietly. Meanwhile, Rowan could feel his dick pressing against his pants. Threatening to rip through the thin fabric. He groaned under his breathe, desperate for some beta to come and take care of this. This rut was the worst one yet, so bad that his suppressants didn't even work. And he knew that he needed someone, fast. Doing work wasn't going to distract himself until he got home. He needed someone, he needed you.