Jiggs' POV
I was sprinting back to the open field, my breath coming in ragged gasps from the rush.
I had no idea what was happening to Champ inside that bathroom, but the sounds coming from him weren't exactly reassuring. He was groaning—pained, desperate. And that was enough to send me into full-blown panic mode.
This was the first time I'd ever heard him like that. Like he was in actual, physical agony.
Wait.
Could he be sick? Is that why he was so frantic about his bag? Maybe his meds were in there!
That had to be it!
Wait, wait...
Now that I think about it, Deux asked me earlier if I knew about Champ's "condition."
Condition? What condition?
Was this what he meant?
But... how would Deux even know? And why wouldn't Champ tell me? I'm his best friend! Shouldn't I be the first to know if something was wrong with him?
Then again... he is an Alpha. And Alphas don't exactly like admitting weakness, do they?
But why does Deux know?
And why did he seem so anxious to find Champ earlier?
Hmm...
Something is definitely not right.
Are those two hiding something from me?
Is this the moment Jiggs finally puts on his detective hat and gets to the bottom of this mystery?
Heh.
Okay, no time for that now—I needed to get that bag to Champ immediately!
—
By the time I reached the open field, it was empty. No people. Just Champ's bag, lying there on the ground, completely overturned.
I rushed over and grabbed it, but as I did, the contents spilled out onto the grass.
Crap.
I hastily started stuffing everything back in when—
"Huh? What's this?"
Among the scattered items, my fingers brushed against a small package. A medicine packet. And inside... a syringe?
Frowning, I picked it up and squinted at the label.
SupprOmega...?
My eyes narrowed.
Then, widened.
Wait.
Hold on.
Isn't this... isn't this a suppressant?
Why the hell did Champ have this?
I stopped breathing for a second, my brain rapidly piecing everything together.
Champ, desperate for his bag.
Champ, in pain.
Champ, groaning like he was suffering through something intense.
Oh.
Oh, holy sh—
No.
No way.
This couldn't mean—?
My hands trembled as I stared at the suppressant in my palm, my mind screaming at me to deny what I was clearly realizing.
Champ is...
An Omega?!
HUH???
But—but how?
A male Omega?!
What the actual F—
Wait.
If he needed this now...
And if suppressants were used for only one thing...
Oh, sh*t.
He was in heat!
I barely had time to process this revelation before—
"Over here! I can smell it!"
A deep voice rang out, and my blood ran cold.
I turned.
A group of men were rushing toward the field, their expressions wild.
Alphas.
And they had caught the scent.
Oh.
Oh, this was bad.
"Sh*t—!" I swore, clutching the bag tighter. I need to get this to Champ before it's too late!
Without another thought, I bolted back towards the bathroom, running faster than I ever had in my entire life.
Champ, hang in there!
I don't know how much time I had.
I don't know how far gone he was.
But one thing was certain—
If I don't get to him soon, things are about to get a whole lot worse.
...
As I neared the bathroom where Champ was holed up, I noticed more and more Alphas lingering around, their heads snapping in every direction, their movements erratic.
They can smell it.
They can smell him.
Sh*t.
This isn't normal.
I've seen Omegas go into heat before, but this? This was different.
This was worse.
The Alphas weren't just attracted to the scent—they were losing it.
It was like they were feral, driven purely by instinct, barely holding onto their sanity.
Was it because Champ was a male Omega? Did his scent have a different effect compared to a female's?
Ack! No time to think about that!
I pushed my legs faster, sprinting toward the bathroom as if my life depended on it.
—
"Champ! Are you still in there? It's me—Jiggs!" I called out, pounding on the door.
A weak, trembling voice answered, "Y-yeah... I'm here..."
Sh*t. He sounded awful.
"Open the door! I've got your bag! Hurry!"
Click!
The door cracked open just enough for me to shove his bag through.
"Got it?" I asked, keeping my voice low.
"Y-yeah..."
The moment I felt the bag leave my grip, I slammed the door shut again, locking eyes with the growing crowd of restless Alphas around us.
I swallowed hard.
This is bad.
Please...
Please let him be able to treat himself in time.
I stayed put, standing guard like my life depended on it. I was on high alert, my body tense, ready to throw hands if any of these Alphas dared get closer.
I didn't know what I could actually do against a bunch of feral Alphas, but hey—blind optimism has gotten me this far.
Still, my mind raced.
I needed to learn more about Omega males like Champ. If they were different, if their scent had a stronger pull on
Alphas... then I needed to understand why.
One thing was clear, though—I wouldn't tell him I know about his secret.
Not yet.
I'd let him come to me when he is ready.
For now, all I could do is support him. Be there for him.
Like I always said—
"I got your back, Champ. Always."
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Deux's POV
The scent in the air was intoxicating—powerful, overwhelming, and completely taking over my senses.
I wasn't the only one affected.
Every Alpha in the vicinity was moving frantically, searching, drawn in by the unmistakable pull of an Omega in heat.
But this one...
This one was different.
It didn't smell like any other Omega I'd encountered before.
It was richer, deeper, almost otherworldly.
And I—who had never once lost control—felt my mind slipping.
I had to find the source.
I had to claim this Omega.
The scent grew stronger as I advanced, each step bringing me closer. My instincts screamed at me to run, to take what is mine before any other Alpha could.
And then—
I saw him.
Jiggs.
Standing rigid in front of a bathroom door.
His stance was defensive, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if expecting an attack.
But he wasn't just standing there by coincidence.
The scent—that scent—was strongest right behind that door.
I quickened my pace.
As soon as Jiggs caught sight of me, his eyes went wide, his body stiffening. He immediately stepped back, pressing himself against the door.
"Ma-Master Deux!" He stammered, his voice unusually high. "W-What are you doing here?"
I ignored him, inhaling deeply again, my instincts surging.
Jiggs was guarding the door.
And I knew—I knew—that behind it was the Omega releasing this unbearable, mind-numbing scent.
I couldn't think. Couldn't focus.
All that mattered was getting inside.
I stepped forward, ready to shove Jiggs aside—
And then—
The scent vanished.
Like a switch being flipped, the maddening pull was gone.
My mind cleared. My senses stabilized.
I blinked.
It was as if I had snapped out of a trance.
And in its place, a familiar scent replaced it—soft, calming, one I recognized immediately.
Lavender.
Champ's scent.
The same scent I'd always known.
My eyes narrowed as I turned back to Jiggs.
"Who are you hiding in there?" I demanded.
Jiggs visibly tensed. "N-No one!"
I inhaled again, this time with clarity.
The lavender scent was coming from inside the bathroom.
"Champ is in there, isn't he?" I asked.
Jiggs' eyes nearly bulged out of his head. "H-How did you know?!"
I scoffed. "Because wherever he is, you're never far behind. And the way you're blocking that door? Suspicious."
Jiggs flailed, looking for an excuse. "B-Because... Because..." He swallowed. "Champ... is having explosive diarrhea!"
I stared.
Jiggs nodded frantically. "Yep! Massive stomach problems. It stinks. Really bad. Like, so bad that you'd want to run away, I swear! He told me not to let anyone in! He wants the bathroom all to himself—his territory! You know how Alphas are about their space!"
I squinted.
His voice was too high. His face too panicked.
I wanted to call him out. To push past him.
But...
What if Jiggs was telling the truth?
Did I really want to waste my energy fighting my way into a bathroom—only to be greeted by the foulest stench known to man?
The mental image alone made me grimace.
Jiggs must've sensed my hesitation because he doubled down. "What, are you really that obsessed with Champ that you'd break down a door while he's suffering on the toilet? Are you that kind of Alpha? Taking advantage while he's vulnerable?"
I clicked my tongue in annoyance.
"Tch. You know me—I fight fair." I turned away. "I'm not wasting my energy on this nonsense."
Without another word, I walked off, ignoring Jiggs' exaggerated sigh of relief behind me.
And yet...
As I put distance between myself and that bathroom, I kept inhaling, trying to catch even the faintest trace of that scent again.
But it was gone.
Vanished, like it had never existed in the first place.
What the hell was it?
And why was it so different?
I had too many questions and not enough answers.
But I knew one thing for certain—
I needed to find out more about Omega that are in heat.
And if there is anyone who can give me the answers I sought, there is only one person to go to.
Dr. Henry.
He would know.
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Jiggs' POV
I swear, I almost ran out of oxygen when Deux suddenly showed up earlier!
That was too close.
My heart is still hammering in my chest, but at least he is gone now.
And from the eerie silence outside, it seemed like the other Alphas had also dispersed.
Does that mean...?
Did Champ manage to suppress his heat in time?
I exhaled, regaining my composure, then knocked on the bathroom door.
"Champ, you good? You okay now?" I called out.
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Champ's POV
That was too close!
Luckily, I managed to inject the suppressant just in time, and within seconds, the excruciating pain disappeared.
My body finally felt normal again. My mind was clear.
So this is what a heat stage feels like... It was horrible. The pain was unbearable, and I couldn't even move properly.
I never want to experience that again.
Then, Jiggs' voice broke through my thoughts.
"Champ, you good? You okay now?"
I took a deep breath.
If it weren't for Jiggs, I would've been in serious trouble. I owed him big time.
But now, I had to be extra careful. My heat was unpredictable—it could hit me anywhere, anytime.
I need to inform Uncle Henry about this. I'd pay him a visit later.
For now, I had to keep up the act.
Taking one last breath, I plastered on a miserable expression, rubbed my stomach for dramatic effect that I took a shit so bad, and opened the door.
Jiggs took one look at me and immediately covered his nose.
"Holy sh—!" He recoiled. "Dude! That smells foul! How long was that rotting inside you?! HAHAHA!"
"Shut up!" I snapped, pretending to be offended. "Maybe I ate something bad, okay? That's why it hit me all of a sudden!"
"Oof, glad you survived." Jiggs shook his head before suddenly remembering something. "Oh, by the way, Deux came here earlier."
I froze for a split second. "...Deux?"
"Yeah," Jiggs said casually. "Tried to get in, but I sent him away. Told him this was your territory and that you'd probably kill him if he interrupted your sacred bathroom time. That it could've been a tactic to ambush you while you were vulnerable."
I rolled my eyes. "You idiot, Deux has dignity—even with his tiny brain. He fights fair. He wouldn't stoop that low."
Jiggs gave me a teasing smirk. "Oh? You sound like you really know him well. You two been having secret conversations? Keeping little secrets from me?"
"What?!" I gawked. "We have no secrets! Why would we even have secrets?! Have you forgotten? We're rivals!"
Jiggs hummed. "Hmm... suuuure."
Then, as if suddenly remembering something important, he frowned. "Wait a second... Where are the four Beta guys?"
I blinked. "Oh shit!"
With everything that had happened, I completely forgot about them!
I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed Marsh's number.
(RING! RING!)
"Master Champ!" Marsh's voice answered immediately.
I put the call on speaker. In the background, I could hear Gem, Martin, and Daryl chattering, clearly searching for me.
"Where are you guys? Are you all okay?" I asked worriedly.
"We're at the university clinic," Marsh replied. "We're fine now, just resting. When we woke up, we were already here. The nurses said Deux's Beta guards brought us in."
Jiggs and I exchanged glances, both equally dumbfounded.
"...Wait," I muttered. "Deux ordered his Betas to bring you guys to the clinic?"
Jiggs scratched his head, his face mirroring my confusion. "Is this real life? Or are we both hallucinating?"
"Yeah!" Marsh confirmed. "But don't worry about us, Master Champ! We're all good now! What about you? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I assured them. "Just focus on resting. I'll drop by later with some fruits and medicine."
There was a dramatic gasp from the other end.
"Master Champ, you're so kind! We're gonna cry!"
"Shut up!" I barked, though I couldn't hide my smile. "I'll see you soon."
After ending the call, I turned to Jiggs—who was grinning at me.
"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He took a deep breath, smiled, and shook his head. "Nothing. I just think you're amazing, Champ."
I frowned. "What?"
"You're such a great Alpha leader," he continued, his expression genuine. "You really care about your people. I'm lucky to be part of Champ Clan."
I made a disgusted face. "Ugh. Are you getting sentimental on me?"
Jiggs laughed, then suddenly perked up. "Anyway! I'll buy the fruits and medicine! My treat!"
I crossed my arms. "Wait a damn second—where's the food and drinks I asked you to buy earlier?!"
"Ah... um..." Jiggs blinked. "I might have forgotten where I put them... Haha! But it's fine!"
"You absolute—!" I groaned but gave up. There was no point.
With that, we finally left together.
As we walked, I suddenly reached out and patted Jiggs' back.
"Hey... Thanks, Jiggs. I owe you my life," I said with a rare, genuine smile.
Jiggs immediately sniffled.
I stopped. "Wait. Are you crying?!"
"NO!" Jiggs wiped his eyes aggressively. "NO ONE is crying here!"
I burst out laughing. "HAHAHA!" Then I calmed down and gave him a sincere look. "For real, though. Thanks."
I threw an arm around his shoulder.
I never had a sibling.
But if I did, it would be Jiggs.
We weren't related by blood.
But by bond?
He is my brother.
...Okay, enough of this sentimental crap!
Ugh. This must be because of my Omega genes taking over! I swear I was never this dramatic before!
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Deux's POV
(Knock! Knock!)
The moment I knocked, the door swung open.
Standing before me was Dr. Henry.
"Oh? Alpha Prince, what a surprise. I wasn't expecting a visit from you," he said, visibly caught off guard.
"I just have a few questions," I replied curtly.
He stepped aside and gestured for me to enter. "Come in. Have a seat," he said. Then, with a teasing smirk, he added, "And thank you for not kicking my door down this time."
I didn't dignify his joke with a response. My face remained impassive.
Sensing my mood, Dr. Henry cleared his throat and dropped the humor. "Alright, kidding aside... What is it you want to ask?" he said, his focus shifting back to the laptop in front of him.
I took a step closer, my voice firm. "It's about Omegas."
That got his attention.
His fingers halted over the keyboard. Slowly, he lifted his gaze to meet mine.
"What exactly do you want to know about them?"
"Earlier today, I detected an Omega in heat," I stated.
Dr. Henry nodded. "I see. Go on, I'm listening."
"But something about it... was off. It wasn't normal. It was unlike any heat scenario I've encountered before."
His brows furrowed. "How so?"
"Typically, when an Omega enters heat, it's natural for Alphas like me to pick up on their scent. We're drawn to it, but we can control ourselves if we're strong-willed enough. I've always been able to keep my mind clear, no matter how strong an Omega's scent is."
I clenched my jaw.
"But today... I smelled something different. Something rare. And the moment I did—everything changed."
Dr. Henry leaned forward, intrigued.
"My mind shut down. My body moved on its own. It was like I lost all sense of control, like something primal inside me took over." I met his gaze. "That's never happened to me before."
A moment of silence stretched between us before Dr. Henry exhaled deeply and leaned back in his chair.
"What you experienced was the effect of a highly potent Omega scent—one that is likely produced by an Omega with exceptionally high estradiol levels," he explained.
"Estradiol?" I echoed.
Dr. Henry nodded. "It's a hormone that directly influences an Omega's pheromone secretion. In simpler terms, when this particular Omega entered heat, their body produced a scent far stronger than normal—an irresistible scent. And for Alphas like you, the effect is overwhelming. It hijacks your instincts, rendering you nearly incapable of rational thought."
His explanation made sense. Too much sense.
I frowned. "Then that explains why I felt the way I did earlier..."
Dr. Henry studied me for a moment. "Can you describe the scent?"
I hesitated. How could I describe something so... indescribable?
But I tried.
"It smells like the edge of a storm—something untouchable, something dangerous, something I was never meant to get close to... yet I can't turn away."
I closed my eyes, the memory of it still fresh in my mind.
"There's a sweetness to it... but it's not soft. It's not comforting. It's sharp. Laced with something wild. Something primal. It's as if the scent itself is alive—teasing, taunting, leading me toward something I can't resist."
I exhaled.
"It's infuriating. It's unbearable. And worse—it's something I never had but it seems familiar."
Dr. Henry nodded, his expression unreadable. "I see... Thank you for sharing that."
"But then... the scent vanished."
That was the part that bothered me most.
"One second, it had completely taken over my senses. The next—it was gone, as if it had never existed in the first place."
Dr. Henry sighed. "That part... I can't explain. I'm sorry."
I nodded. "I understand. It's not important anymore. As long as I know why it happened, I can at least make sense of my reaction."
Dr. Henry studied me carefully. "Is there anything else you want to ask?"
I hesitated.
Could I trust him?
He waited patiently, offering me nothing but a neutral smile.
...Not yet.
It wasn't the right time to ask.
I needed more time to figure out whether or not I could trust this man with the secrets I was starting to uncover.
"No. That was all I needed," I finally said. "I'll be leaving now."
Dr. Henry nodded. "Thank you for stopping by. Until next time, Alpha Prince. If you have more questions in the future, my door is always open."
I gave him a curt nod before turning on my heel and walking out of his office.
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Champ's POV
(Knock! Knock!)
The door swung open almost immediately.
"Champ? You're here?" Uncle Henry blinked in surprise. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
I crossed my arms and gave him a dramatic glare. "Oh, I don't know... maybe I just wanted to surprise you—after you betrayed me by spilling my AEDS secret!"
His lips twitched, amused. "You idiot." He chuckled and stepped aside. "Come in, have a seat."
I plopped down into a soft chair across from his desk and, without wasting time, pulled out a bag.
"Uncle!" I grinned, presenting it to him.
He eyed the bag suspiciously. "What's this?"
"I made you dinner! A nice, nutritious meal, cooked with my own hands!" I declared proudly.
His eyes widened in shock. "Wait... you cooked?"
I nodded. "Yep! I just recently learned. Not bad, right?"
Uncle Henry snorted. "Wow. Looks like your Omega instincts are kicking in."
I clicked my tongue. "Tsk."
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," he chuckled. "Can I eat it now? I haven't had dinner yet."
"Go ahead, dig in."
He opened the food container, and as soon as the aroma wafted through the air, his expression softened.
He inhaled deeply, then smiled. But there was something nostalgic in his gaze.
I frowned when I noticed his eyes turn a little misty.
"Uncle? Hey!" I waved my hand in front of his face.
He blinked, then laughed. "Ah! Sorry. I just... remembered something."
Without another word, he took a bite. His eyes fluttered shut, a pleased hum escaping him.
"No doubt about it..." he murmured. Then, suddenly, he smirked. "You didn't poison this, did you?"
"UNCLE!"
"Joking, joking," he chuckled. Then, his voice softened. "Your cooking... tastes just like your Omega mother's. It's delicious."
My eyes widened. "Really? My mom was a good cook?"
Uncle Henry nodded, a bittersweet smile on his face as he continued eating.
I watched him quietly.
It had been a while since I'd seen him look this happy.
Maybe... being an Omega wasn't so bad after all.
Maybe... I could start accepting this part of me.
For myself, yes. But for this world?
I wasn't sure if they were ready to accept me yet.
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"By the way, Champ," Uncle Henry said after a while. "Was dinner the only reason you came here?"
I shook my head. "No. I came to tell you that I experienced my first heat stage today."
His hand froze mid-bite.
Slowly, he put his fork down, his eyes locked onto mine.
"You... what?"
"I had my first heat stage," I repeated.
His entire demeanor changed.
Immediately, he leaned forward, inspecting my neck. "You're okay? No marks? No Alpha bite?"
I chuckled dryly. "Relax. No Alpha got near me."
Uncle Henry exhaled in relief, finally relaxing. "Did you use the suppressant?"
"Yeah. It worked instantly. The pain vanished the moment I injected it. But..." I hesitated. "I didn't expect the first signs of heat to be that intense."
Uncle Henry nodded. "That's the hardest part for Omegas. The pain is unbearable at first, but after that, your body shifts—you'll experience a euphoric high."
Before I could respond, he suddenly remembered something.
"Speaking of which, I'm glad you brought this up. Deux came by earlier."
My eyes narrowed. "Deux? He came here?"
"Yeah," Uncle Henry confirmed. "He was asking about Omega heat stages. And interestingly enough, you had yours today. Don't you think it's possible that the Omega he detected... was you?"
I scoffed. "At this point, I wouldn't be surprised."
"But why would he come here to ask about it?" I wondered aloud.
"He was looking for answers," Uncle Henry explained. "He said something felt off—that it wasn't a normal heat stage. The scent he encountered was stronger than a typical Omega's. Overpowering. Almost dangerous."
I frowned. "What do you mean?"
Uncle Henry leaned back in his chair.
"As you know, Alphas—especially those with strong bloodlines like Deux—can recognize an Omega Male's natural scent. Your usual scent is lavender, correct?"
I nodded. "Yeah. What about it?"
"Well, when you enter heat, your scent evolves. And the scent you produce during that time is far more powerful than your normal one."
I leaned forward. "How powerful are we talking?"
Uncle Henry's expression darkened.
"Strong enough to completely override an Alpha's rationality. To shatter their self-control."
A cold chill ran down my spine.
"Normally, when an Omega female goes into heat, an Alpha can still fight their instincts to a certain degree. But with you—a male Omega—it's different. More intense. Uncontrollable."
I swallowed. "You're saying it's worse?"
He nodded. "In my studies, I've observed that your scent when you are in heat doesn't just evolve—it transforms. It's no longer just lavender. It becomes something wilder. More untamed." He paused before revealing, "It takes on the qualities of moonflower."
I blinked. "Moonflower?"
"A rare flower," he explained. "It only blooms under specific conditions, and when it does, its scent is seductive. Hypnotic. Irresistible."
My heart pounded.
"So... when an Alpha smells my moonflower scent...?"
"They lose themselves," Uncle Henry said grimly. "Their instincts take over completely. Their bodies react before their minds can stop them. They feel a desperate urge to dominate, to claim, to mark."
I exhaled sharply. "That's what happened to Deux."
"Exactly."
I fell silent.
The image of Deux—his sharp eyes clouded with something feral, his movements rigid as if he were fighting himself—flashed in my mind.
That scent had affected him.
And I was the source of it.
"Now that you know this," Uncle Henry said, "you need to be even more careful during your heat stages, Champ."
I clenched my fists. "I know."
"But this is only the beginning," he added, his tone heavy with warning. "Your scent is already far more potent than a normal Omega's. But if you ever reach climax in your heat stage..."
I stiffened.
"What happens then?" I asked.
Uncle Henry's expression turned grave.
"We don't know."
A shiver crawled down my spine.
"If your scent is already strong enough to send Alphas into a frenzy now," he continued, "then at its peak..."
He shook his head.
"It could be catastrophic."
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Silver's POV
I sat in my dimly lit room, comfortably sunk into the plush embrace of my chair, a crystal glass of expensive wine resting elegantly between my fingers.
Bringing the glass to my lips, I took a slow sip, savoring the rich taste, before letting a sly smirk curl on my lips.
The memory was still fresh—so fresh that it sent a delightful shiver down my spine.
"How... interesting."
I exhaled deeply, closing my eyes.
Even though the scent was no longer in the air, its intoxicating presence still lingered in my mind.
Thick. Addictive. Absolutely irresistible.
It was the first time I had ever encountered an Omega's heat scent that made my pulse quicken, my instincts coil, my body react in ways I never thought possible.
This wasn't just any Omega.
This one... was different.
My smirk widened as I replayed the events from earlier, every detail etched into my memory like a beautifully tragic painting.
The moment I caught that scent—moonflower, rare and untamed—my mind had snapped.
Every Alpha in the area had lost it.
We were ravenous, desperate, running like mad beasts, chasing after the source like our lives depended on it.
And yet—by some stroke of divine luck—I had seen everything.
Everything I wasn't supposed to know.
I opened my eyes, swirling the wine in my glass before taking another sip.
"Who would've thought... that the Omega every Alpha was desperately hunting was you... Champ?"
I let out a soft chuckle, tilting my head as I watched the deep red liquid swirl like liquid temptation.
"If only you knew how beautiful you looked, writhing in pain, struggling to endure it... Ahh." I sighed, voice laced with amusement. "Delicious. The way you suffered... it only makes me burn hotter every time I remember it."
I leaned back, crossing my legs, one hand lazily tracing patterns against the armrest of my chair.
Poor Deux. Poor, foolish Alphas.
They were running in circles, chasing a ghost while I... I stood there, unseen, watching.
No one realized the Omega they were looking for was already right in front of me.
All because of one small, overlooked detail.
The window.
The bathroom where Champ had hidden himself had a small, open window.
And through it, I saw everything.
His trembling hands.
His desperate gasps.
The way his body quivered as he injected the suppressant, forcing himself to suppress what he truly was.
I exhaled sharply, dragging my fingers through my hair before chuckling to myself.
"You're quite the performer, Champ... An Omega masquerading as an Alpha? No wonder you're so... unique."
Tapping my fingers rhythmically against the table, my mind danced with amusement.
What else are you hiding, Champ?
How long can you keep up this fragile little act?
I leaned forward, resting my chin against my interlocked fingers, my smile sharpening into something more sinister.
"But don't worry," I mused darkly, "I'll play along with your little game."
For now, I'll let you believe your secret is safe.
I won't expose you.
Not yet.
After all...
Where's the fun in ruining a secret too soon?
No, Champ.
I won't let you slip away.
You will be mine.
End of Chapter 12