Jiggs' POV
"Installation in progress... 98%."
"Nice! Almost there! Just a little more!" I muttered, eyes glued to my monitor as I stuffed another handful of cheese-flavored chips into my mouth. My fingers were absolutely coated in cheese dust—at this point, I was practically part-cheese myself.
I was working on something big—a tracker device. A little something to help me and Champ on our future missions.
Now, I know what you're thinking—Jiggs, you're not exactly the muscle of the team. And you're right! When it comes to brute force, I am, without a doubt, useless. But when it comes to brains? Oh-ho-ho! Now that's where I shine.
I may not always be serious—okay, fine, I'm never serious—but when it comes to tech and information? You better believe I give it my full 100% attention.
"Ding! The program file has been installed successfully."
"Hehehe..." A sinister grin crept onto my lips as I rubbed my hands together, my fingers still sticky with cheese powder. If someone saw me right now, they'd probably think I was plotting world domination. And honestly? Not far off!
I leaned in, eyes narrowing as I examined the tiny tracking device I had poured my sweat, blood, and questionable sleep schedule into for the past week. It wasn't big—actually, it looked like nothing more than a thin, small circular sticker. But inside? Oh, inside was a delicate chip, the product of my genius mind. A prototype, yes, but once this baby proved itself, it is game over.
With the utmost care, I detached it from my computer, handling it like it was the Holy Grail.
Before actually picking it up, though, I licked my fingertips clean of cheese dust.
"Mmm. Salty. Cheesy. Divine."
Once my fingers were cheese-free, I lifted the tracker as if it were some sacred artifact.
"Hmm... Who should I test this on first?" I mused.
Then, a wicked idea struck me.
"Oh-ho-ho! I know exactly who to use this on!"
A devilish smirk spread across my face as I glanced to the side, eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Muhehehe! I'll stick this on Champ and finally find out where he sneaks off to when we're not together! That's right! That little fox has been spending way too much time with his lovey-dovey Alpha prince, Deux! I bet they go to some secret place to do... well, you know."
I cackled to myself, gripping the tracker like a secret weapon.
"I mean, Deux reeks of pent-up hormones! He's totally taking advantage of Champ! One of these days, I just know Champ's gonna show up pregnant! And when that happens, I'll pretend to be shocked—gasp!—but really, I'll have known all along!"
I giggled, already picturing my plan in motion.
Tomorrow, I'd give Champ a friendly slap on the back—totally normal, nothing to see here!—and just so happens to stick the tracker on him without him noticing. Heh. I'm a genius.
"Don't be mad at me, Champ! This is for science! This is for our future missions!"
Suddenly—
Ding dong!
I froze.
A visitor?
At this hour?
I glanced at the clock.
"Are you kidding me? Who the hell visits at 1 a.m.?"
Ding dong!
My paranoia kicked in.
"A burglar?! A masked assassin?! A long-lost twin here to claim my inheritance?! Oh I forgot, I am not even rich! Haha!"
Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!
"Arrrgh! What the hell?! Who the heck is this persistent lunatic?!"
Grumbling, I pushed myself up from my chair, wiping my hands (again) on my already cheese-stained pants.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming! Geez! Who in their right mind disturbs a genius at work at this ungodly hour?! You will wake my mom! Goodness sake!"
Whoever they were, they'd better have a damn good reason!
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The moment I opened the door, my soul nearly left my body.
Standing before me, under the dim glow of our porch light, was someone I never expected to show up at my doorstep.
"M-Master Deux?!" I practically choked on my own breath.
My brain short-circuited. Of all people—of all mystical, overpowered, prince-of-the-pack people—why is he here?! At 1 A.M.?!
Deux stood tall, his usual regal aura making my dingy doorstep feel like the entrance to a royal palace. His piercing eyes locked onto mine, and for a second, I actually felt like prey.
"I need to talk to you." His voice was deep, serious—like some drama movie protagonist delivering bad news.
Oh, no.
This is it.
This is how I die.
I did something. I don't know what, but I must have done something. Maybe he found out about my tracking plan?! Maybe he sensed my impure thoughts about his questionable activities with Champ?! Maybe—oh god, he can read minds!
Is this an Alpha secret power I haven't discovered yet?
I gulped. My legs felt like jelly.
This is bad.
This is very bad.
"U-Uh... talk? Now? With me?" I asked, pointing at myself like an idiot.
"Yes."
"...At 1 A.M.?"
"Yes."
"...Are you here to kill me?"
Deux blinked, his expression unchanged. "That depends on how you are going to answer my questions."
HOLY SH—
Panic mode: ACTIVATED.
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Deux's POV
I stood in front of Jiggs' house, arms crossed, irritation simmering beneath my calm exterior. Of all the people I could have gone to, it had to be him. Unfortunately, at this ungodly hour, he was the only one who could help me figure out something important.
I glanced up at the second floor and saw a faint glow through the window.
And then I heard him.
Talking.
Laughing.
To himself.
Like some kind of mad scientist.
No doubt about it—this annoying insect is still awake.
But what the hell was he so entertained by at this hour? Why was he giggling like some evil mastermind?
...Has Champ's best friend always been this mentally unstable?
Actually, now that I think about it, maybe that's why Champ acts like a lunatic half the time—he's been infected by Jiggs' insanity. Tsk.
(Ding dong!)
I pressed the doorbell once.
No response.
But I could still hear him talking to himself.
Irritating.
I tried again.
(Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!)
There. That should get his attention.
Finally, I heard the sound of slow, heavy footsteps approaching the door, dragging along the floor as if it pained him to move.
If I didn't need his help, I would have shut him up already.
And when he finally opened the door—
"M-Master Deux?!" Jiggs exclaimed, his face full of shock.
Finally.
"I need to talk to you," I said firmly.
"U-Uh... talk? Now? With me?" He asked, pointing at himself like an idiot.
"Yes."
"...At 1 A.M.?"
"Yes."
"...Are you here to kill me?"
Deux blinked, his expression unchanged. "That depends on how you are going to answer my questions."
His mouth fell open. Then, in a completely unnecessary display of drama, he placed a hand over his chest as if he had just received the biggest scandal of his life.
"Me?!" he gasped. "B-But I'm just a Beta, Master Deux! I cannot give you a child!"
...
I wanted to punch him. I really wanted to punch him.
"Shut up, insect," I snapped.
"Wow. Rude." Jiggs pouted. "Aren't we friends, Master Deux? Why are you always so grumpy?"
"I didn't come here to joke around," I said, my patience already wearing thin.
He sighed dramatically, shaking his head.
"I honestly don't know how Champ puts up with you," he mumbled.
I narrowed my eyes.
"What did you just say?"
"Nothing, your royal grumpiness," he replied quickly, even throwing in a mocking little bow. "How may this humble insect be of service to you at this beautiful hour of the night... or morning?"
I handed him a small slip of paper—the one where I had written down the Roman numeral code engraved on Champ's ring.
Jiggs took it, squinting at it with exaggerated curiosity.
"Hmm?" He hummed, his mouth pursing as he studied the note.
"Do you understand what it means?" I asked, arms crossed.
He grinned.
I immediately felt a headache forming.
This lunatic was about to do something annoying.
"Well, well, well," Jiggs said, stretching his words out like he was enjoying this far too much. "This is actually pretty easy!"
"Then just give me the number," I ordered.
"Is that how you ask for favors, Master Deux?" he said, putting on a fake, hurt expression.
I clenched my jaw. If I bit down any harder, I might break my teeth.
But I needed something from him.
So I controlled myself.
"...What do you want?" I asked.
Jiggs' grin widened.
"Magic word," he teased.
I stared at him, unimpressed.
"What magic word?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You know," he said, wiggling his fingers. "A little please?"
I closed my eyes.
In my mind, I imagined breaking every single bone in his body. Slowly.
I took a deep breath.
I am an Alpha. I do not beg.
I get what I want, when I want.
So instead, I raised my right fist just enough that it was in his line of sight.
I rotated it slowly, watching as his eyes widened ever so slightly.
"Hmm... My fist feels itchy...," I mused aloud, staring at my own knuckles. "Like it wants to... break something..."
Jiggs gulped.
And in the next second, he pulled out a pen from his pocket at record speed.
"HERE YOU GO!" he yelped, scribbling frantically on the paper. "Geez, Master Deux! You're so violent! I swear, I'm telling Champ you are bullying me at exactly 1:16 a.m.!"
"Work faster," I ordered. "less taking."
"Mm!" he hummed in agreement, his hands moving at lightning speed.
When he finally handed the paper back to me, I looked at the numbers he had written down.
"101094"
Good.
I gave a small nod.
"It's a good thing I came to you," I admitted. "For an insect, you're actually useful for once."
Jiggs wiggled his eyebrows.
"So what's this for, anyway? You stormed into my life at one in the morning just for that?"
"Mind your own business," I replied. "I'll do as I please. You don't need to know why."
Jiggs stretched his arms and yawned. "Well, is that all you need?"
I gave a curt nod. "I have nothing else for you. Thanks."
Silence.
Then—
Jiggs gasped dramatically, hands flying over his mouth like he was about to cry.
"D-Did I hear that right?!" he exclaimed, voice trembling. "Master Deux? Saying thank you?!"
I exhaled sharply.
"I'm not Champ," I said, deadpan. "Your jokes don't work on me."
Jiggs groaned, rubbing his temples.
"I give up!" he whined. "You're impossible to please, Master Deux. Honestly, the only person in the world who can make you smile is Champ."
I said nothing.
Because, for once, I couldn't argue.
"You know about me and Champ, don't you? You're just pretending to be an idiot," I said, my tone low and unwavering.
Jiggs blinked innocently. "Me? About you and Champ? Nope! Nada! I know nothing! I'm not the nosy type! I don't engage in gossip!" he said, eyes darting everywhere except at me.
I wasn't buying it.
"What do you know?" I pressed, my patience thinning. "I know you've figured something out. Don't test me, Jiggs."
He sighed dramatically. "Fiiine. What do you think I know that you want to know?"
I exhaled sharply. "You know about Champ's true nature, don't you?"
Jiggs hesitated, then finally nodded, his lips pursed as he fiddled with his fingers.
"When did you find out?" I asked.
He scratched his head, looking up as if digging through his brain for answers. "The day he met Silver for the first time," he admitted. "After that, I followed him to the bathroom. I was standing outside when I heard him groaning—thought he was having a serious case of diarrhea, to be honest."
I blinked.
Jiggs continued without shame. "So, naturally, he told me to get his bag from the open field, thinking he had medicine for his stomach issues. But then I saw it—the suppressant. SupprOmega." He glanced up at me, finally serious.
"Why didn't you tell him you knew?" I asked.
Jiggs shrugged. "For what reason? If he wasn't ready to tell me, then I wasn't going to force him. Champ and I have been childhood friends—I know him so much. I respect his secrets, especially the ones he's not ready to share."
For the first time since this conversation started, I felt a sense of relief.
If Jiggs could keep this secret to himself and protect Champ without being told to, then maybe—just maybe—he is someone I could trust.
I took a deep breath before speaking again.
"Watch over Champ while I'm gone," I instructed. "If he asks about me, tell him I'm safe and not to worry." I looked him directly in the eyes. "Jiggs, don't let anything happen to him. Please."
Jiggs gulped, momentarily stunned.
Then, of course, he ruined the moment.
"Ah-ha! You said please!" he cackled. "Oh no, Master Deux! If you keep this up, I might die from shock!"
I rolled my eyes.
"Where are you going, though?" he asked, still grinning.
"It doesn't matter," I replied. "I'm doing this for Champ."
Jiggs narrowed his eyes. "Okay, wait—you haven't impregnated Champ yet, right?"
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Unfortunately, not yet."
"Unfortunately?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow.
"It's not the right time," I stated firmly. "Not until this world is safe for someone like him. I refuse to put Champ—or our future child—at risk."
Jiggs stared at me, and for a second, I saw something rare in his expression.
Emotion.
His lips pressed into a tight line as his eyes softened—like he was holding something back.
I knew what it was.
Jiggs wasn't as much of an lunatic as he pretended to be.
He understood.
And he was grateful.
"You know what?" Jiggs finally said, forcing a grin. "It's a good thing Champ ended up with an Alpha like you. Not some random Alpha who just wants to—well, you know, just to take advantage of him because he is an... Omega."
I said nothing.
"And because of that," he continued, "I shall now bestow upon you... a friendly tap as one of the people I consider my friends!"
Jiggs' hand moved.
But instead of a tap, he slapped the back of my head.
Hard.
I turned to glare at him. "Are you asking for death?"
Jiggs beamed. "Hmm... Let's just say I am."
I flexed my fingers. "I could end you right now."
"But you won't!" he said cheerfully. "Because you need me to watch over Champ! Hehehe!"
He wasn't wrong.
"Even though Champ is stronger and more capable than you in a fight, I still expect you to protect him," I said, my tone serious. "Please."
"Oho? Master Deux, are you trying to make me blush? Don't look into my eyes like that!" Jiggs teased, covering his face dramatically.
I exhaled. Why am I trusting Champ's safety to this fool?
Sigh...
"I'm leaving now," I said, turning away. "I'll be back soon. Don't tell Champ we spoke."
"Yes, boss!" Jiggs grinned, but then I noticed he was peering over my shoulder, as if looking at something behind me.
I frowned. "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing!" he said far too quickly. "Okay, I've got Champ covered! He's mine for the time being!"
"No other Alpha touches him. Keep him away from Silver if possible."
"Master Deux!" Jiggs gasped. "You're basically asking me to sacrifice my own life! You expect me to go up against Silver?!"
I shook my head, already regretting this decision.
"You, along with the other Betas, need to protect Champ," I ordered. "Promise me."
"Ugh, Master Deux! You sound like a broken record!" Jiggs groaned. "We got it! Champ's safe with us. But let's be real—worst case scenario? He's actually the one protecting us while we all hide behind him! Hahaha!"
I nodded. "Yes. That's exactly what's going to happen."
Jiggs laughed, but I was already turning to leave.
"Alright, alright, good luck on your secret mission or whatever!" he called after me. "But just so you know—I could run my own talk show with how much we talked tonight—"
Before he could finish, I punched him in the stomach.
"Oof!"
"Sorry, Jiggs," I said as he crumpled slightly. "This was the only way to shut you up."
Before he could collapse, I caught him and placed him onto the nearest couch inside his house.
"Thank you," I murmured. "Take good care of Champ. You're a true friend, Jiggs."
And with that, I finally left.
...At last.
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As I stood in front of our grand estate, I took a deep breath, steadying myself before stepping inside.
Everything I had been thinking—every concern, every doubt—I forced it all to the back of my mind.
My face had to be unreadable. My eyes, emotionless. Not a single flicker of hesitation could betray me.
Once I was certain that my expression was blank, I slowly pushed open the heavy doors.
And there he was.
Sitting in his favorite chair—the one that might as well have been a throne—was my father.
The Alpha King.
His posture was relaxed, yet his presence was suffocating. His sharp gaze locked onto me the moment I entered, as if he had been waiting for my return.
"As expected," I thought grimly.
"Where have you been, Deux?" My father's voice was calm, measured.
"I was simply overseeing the territories under my jurisdiction." I replied smoothly, standing before him with the discipline of a soldier reporting to his commander.
A slow nod. His expression remained unreadable, though there was a subtle glint in his eyes that told me he wasn't convinced.
"I see."
And then—nothing.
He said nothing more.
I waited.
Silence.
"Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be heading to your room to rest?" he finally asked.
Odd.
That was it? No further questioning? No suspicion?
He wasn't going to press me for details?
Weird.
But if he wasn't going to push, then I wouldn't give him a reason to.
This was my opportunity.
"Father."
"Hmm?"
"I request your permission to visit the Omega secret facility. I wish to see the female who will bear my heir." My voice was unwavering, my expression cold.
A smile curled onto my father's lips.
But there was something unsettling about it.
"You have my permission."
Too easy.
I didn't let my expression shift, but internally, alarms blared in my head.
Why had he agreed so quickly? No resistance? No argument?
That wasn't like him.
Wasn't this what I wanted? His approval without a fight?
Then why did this feel like a trap?
"Oh? Why are you still here, Deux?" My father's voice carried an amused edge now. "Shouldn't you be on your way?"
He wanted me to go.
I didn't trust it.
But I nodded anyway.
"I will return soon."
He said nothing. He only watched me.
His gaze bore into mine, cold and calculating.
I couldn't read his mind.
And that was the most dangerous part.
But this was my chance. I had to take it.
I turned on my heel and walked out, my steps controlled, my breathing even.
Still, unease curled in my gut.
What was he planning?
What had I walked into?
No matter.
"Champ, wait for me..."
I am going to find your mother.
No matter what it takes.
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Champ's POV
I woke up feeling... weird. Not just your average groggy morning kind of weird, but what-the-hell-happened-last-night kind of weird. My body felt like it was on fire, my head was spinning like a broken record, and worst of all—Deux's scent was everywhere.
Wait. Deux's scent?
I forced my eyes open, only to be greeted by something draped over me—a familiar black coat.
Deux's black coat.
I shot up, looking around frantically. My brain was still lagging like an old computer, but one thing was clear— Deux did something unforgivable. And if his coat was on me, then... what the hell happened?!
I took a deep breath, trying to piece things together. The scent was overwhelming—no doubt about it, he had been way too close.
I tried to get up, but my body felt unbearably heavy. Like I had just finished running a marathon—no, scratch that, three marathons back-to-back.
With sheer determination, I pushed myself off the bed, wobbling like a newborn deer. Step by step, I dragged myself toward the door. Just as I was about to leave, something caught my eye—a full-length mirror.
I almost walked past it. Almost.
But then I took one glance at my reflection and—
"Wait... What the hell?!?"
I took a step back, eyes wide, heart hammering in my chest. My hands flew to my neck as I let out a strangled gasp.
A mark.
An Alpha's mark.
Plastered right on my skin, unmistakable and freshly made.
I froze, my brain scrambling to recall what happened the night before. Piece by piece, the memories came flooding back like a tsunami.
I swallowed hard, my fingers brushing over the mark, as if touching it would somehow erase it.
"No, no, no—this can't be real!"
But the mark was real.
The memory was real.
It happened.
I could hear my own voice echoing in my head—
"Deux... please..."
"Aaack!" I shrieked, slapping myself across the face as if that would somehow reset the timeline. "Deux, you sinful Alpha! You took advantage of me!"
I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. My reflection stared back at me—marked, claimed, and completely screwed. The mark wasn't fading, even though it looked fresh.
I groaned.
"Champ, get a grip," I muttered to myself. "You didn't want this... but you kinda did... but you didn't—ugh, this is so frustrating!"
There was no turning back now. The mark was there. Deux had won this round.
And that meant—
"Wait a damn minute." My eyes widened. "Does this mean... I belong to him now?!"
No. No, no, hell no!
I could already imagine Deux's smug face, acting like he owned the entire damn world just because he put his mark on me. He'd probably walk in, all cocky, thinking he could boss me around now.
Oh, he had another thing coming.
"DEUX! Get your ass over here!" I roared as I stormed out of my room, still feeling lightheaded but running purely on rage. His scent was still lingering in the house, which meant he had to be close.
"Deux!" I called out sweetly, my smile anything but friendly. "Let's play a little game."
And by game, I meant punching him square in the face the second I laid eyes on him.
Just because he marked me didn't mean I was suddenly his obedient little Omega!
I searched every damn room. Nothing.
Gone.
The bastard marked me and then disappeared?!
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" I raged, pacing back and forth. "This is exactly why you can't trust Alphas! Always getting what they want and then vanishing like cowards!"
Deux, you are so dead when I find you.
Then, just as I was cursing his name, another dizzy spell hit me.
I stumbled, gripping the wall for support.
Oh. Right. I had forgotten something important.
Back in Anatomy class, I remembered learning about this—Alpha toxins. When an Alpha marks an Omega, their body releases a chemical that triggers a reaction.
In other words—this dizziness? This strange heat crawling over my skin? It was Deux's fault.
I needed answers.
Immediately, I grabbed my worn-out copy of Guidebook for Omegas and started flipping through the pages like a madman.
I could ask Uncle Henry about this, but if he found out Deux had marked me, he'd freak out.
No, scratch that—he'd probably kill me.
He'd think I was some reckless, irresponsible Omega who threw himself at the first Alpha that came along. He'd give me a lecture about my mission, about how I should be focusing on that instead of getting bitten and claimed.
Hell, he might even spank me for this!
Nope, no thank you. I'd rather deal with Deux than face Uncle Henry's wrath.
So, I buried myself in the book, skimming through page after page—until—
Jackpot.
I found it.
The answer I was looking for.
📕Guidebook for Omegas:📕
Mark of an Alpha
This chapter lists the effects of an Alpha's mark on an Omega:
1. After being marked, an Omega will experience dizziness due to the potent Alpha toxins spreading through their body. Since this chemical is foreign to the Omega's system, their body takes time to adjust. The stronger the Alpha, the more intense the dizziness. Once the dizziness subsides, it signifies that the Alpha toxins have been fully absorbed, and the bond between the Alpha and Omega is complete.
"Check! That explains why I feel like the world is spinning! It's because of Deux's stupid Alpha toxins!" I groaned, rubbing my temples. "Maybe if I just slit my wrist and drain all my blood, I can get rid of it? Replace it with fresh, toxin-free blood?"
...Probably not the best idea. I continued reading.
2. Due to the Alpha toxins circulating in the Omega's body, they will continue to smell their Alpha's scent even when the Alpha is not physically present. This is because the Alpha's mark releases pheromones that the Omega unconsciously picks up. As a result, the Omega will constantly seek out their Alpha and feel restless in their absence.
"Oh, I'm definitely restless, alright!" I snapped, rolling my eyes. "Restless to punch Deux! Maybe gouge his eyes out! Maybe beat him senseless!" I waved my hand in front of my nose, scowling. "So you're telling me I'll be stuck smelling him forever? Morning and night? No escape? Seriously, Deux?!"
3. When an Omega is near their Alpha, their instincts will urge them to seek comfort, affection, and touch from them.
"No. No freaking way." My face contorted in horror. "There is zero chance I'll go all clingy and affectionate on Deux! If anything, I'd rather gut punch him the moment I see him! This book is a scam. A scam, I tell you!"
But despite my protests, I hesitantly read on.
4. If the Omega is apart from their Alpha for too long, they will experience mood swings. One moment they'll be furious, and the next, they'll be flustered and affectionate. However, the moment they see their Alpha again, their mood will stabilize, as if all their problems have disappeared.
"Really? And what if he is my problem? Will he disappear too?!" I scoffed, shaking my head. "Scam. Scam, scam, scam!"
5. An Omega's physical appearance will become more appealing to their Alpha. Their skin will appear softer and smoother, their body firmer, their lips and cheeks redder, bigger chest, and overall, they will become more enticing, more feminine.
"Excuse me, what?! Do I look more feminine now?" I immediately checked myself in the mirror, my hands roaming over my body. "My chest isn't any bigger!" I huffed—only to freeze. My eyes widened in horror.
"...Wait a minute. Why are my nipples... bigger?! Have they been this big?"
6. Other Alphas and Omegas will be able to smell the scent of the Alpha who marked them. This means that the Omega now carries two scents—their own and their Alpha's.
"Oh, fantastic. Now everyone will know I've been marked. What an honor!" I said sarcastically, massaging my temples. "Way to go, Deux. Just excellent."
7. When in close proximity to their Alpha, the Omega will experience a stronger urge to enter heat. Even if they don't want to, their body will instinctively react.
"Noted! Two meters apart at all times! If possible, stay the hell away from me, Deux!"
8. To the Omega, their Alpha will appear as the most attractive, irresistible, and dominant person in existence. Every action they take will be admirable, every word they speak will sound like gospel, and every command they give will feel impossible to disobey.
"HA! As if!" I threw my head back, laughing hysterically. "Okay, okay, I'll admit, Deux is good-looking. And yeah, he's got that cool, brooding, mysterious thing going on. But! There is no way in hell I'm following his every order! If anything, he should be listening to me! This book is outdated! Expired! Needs a major revision!"
9. Now that the Alpha has marked the Omega, they are permanently bonded. This means they can feel each other's emotions even when apart. The Omega won't know the exact location of their Alpha, but they will sense if their Alpha is happy, angry, or sad.
I crossed my arms, pouting. "Hmph! I hope Deux can feel my rage right now!"
But then, a thought crept into my mind. What is Deux feeling right now?
I shook my head violently and slammed the book shut. "Nope! Not thinking about it! This book is evil!"
If I kept reading, I was just going to get even more annoyed!
Some of these were probably true... but surely, some details were missing. After all, I am a male Omega—maybe the effects would be different for me.
Or better yet... maybe Deux would be the one to suffer instead!
Maybe he would be the one overwhelmed by the bond! Maybe he would be the one affected by me!
...But right now, I had a bigger problem.
How the hell am I supposed to hide this mark?!
If Jiggs even catches a glimpse of this, I am so dead!
No one else should see it. Otherwise, they'll start asking questions. They'll start wondering why I let an Alpha mark me when I myself am an Alpha.
And another thing—where the hell is Deux?! Did he seriously just leave me after marking me?!
...Wait.
Why do I care?
Is it because of his stupid mark?!
Ugh!
Nope! I don't care anymore, Deux! Do whatever the hell you want!
Just don't let me catch you, or you're dead meat!
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I sighed, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
"I don't usually wear these," I muttered, wrapping a red scarf around my neck, "but this is the only way to hide Deux's mark."
...Not bad. Kinda stylish, actually.
Maybe I should buy more scarves. Different colors, different designs. Hehe!
Anyway, I was all dressed up, ready for class. Hopefully, today would be normal.
...Not that I was optimistic.
I had a bad feeling about this.
And Deux—if I see you today, I swear you're dead!
...But at the same time, a tiny, annoying voice in my head whispered that I kinda... maybe... missed him?
Like, maybe just a little?
Or maybe... maybe I was itching to punch him.
Yeah. Definitely that.
"Deux, what the hell have you done to me?!"
After you marked me, I wasn't thinking normal anymore!
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