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The following chapter contains unsettling themes, including non-consensual acts, manipulation, and psychological abuse. These scenes are intended to depict the horrific nature of the antagonist and are not meant to be glorified or romanticized in any way.
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Champ's POV
It was a deep, quiet night, the kind that makes you feel like the universe is whispering its secrets. Jiggs, Kali, and I lay sprawled on the vast grassy field, staring up at the sky as the cool night breeze brushed against us, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. It was the perfect moment, like something out of a poetic dream, as if we were on the brink of discovering something truly profound...
(Snore!)
Something truly—
(Snore!)
"Oh, for the love of—!" I groaned, snapping my head towards Jiggs, who was snoring like a drunk bear.
So much for my poetic moment. Every damn time, there had to be a disturbance!
"Huh?" Jiggs suddenly jolted awake, looking around in confusion like he'd just been rudely ejected from a dream.
"Oh, did I wake you up? How inconvenient," I deadpanned.
Jiggs scratched his head sheepishly. "Sorry! I must've dozed off. Kali's story was just... so... long." He chuckled.
"My deepest apologies for making you sleepy, Jiggs," Kali retorted sarcastically.
"No, no, it was a good story! Really!" Jiggs added hastily, nodding as if his life depended on it.
"Oh? Then tell us what it was about," I challenged, smirking.
Jiggs blinked. "I mean... I did fall asleep..."
I shook my head and turned to Kali with a grateful smile.
"Thank you," I said sincerely. "For being such a good friend to my mother, Alaric."
Kali smiled warmly in return. "And thank you... for finally standing before me, all grown up. I never thought I'd live to see the day I'd meet the child of Alaric and Voder. You are the perfect blend of both of them—your eyes remind me so much of Voder, but your lips, nose, and overall features... they are unmistakably Alaric's."
I chuckled softly. "I've never met him, to be honest," I admitted. "But I know I will. Soon."
I lifted my left hand, gazing at the ring adorning my finger. "Thanks to this ring... the one my parents left me."
Kali's expression shifted slightly. "Actually, Champ... I don't know what Henry told you, but that ring? It originally came from me."
I froze. "Wait, what? Uncle Henry told me it was a gift from my parents."
Kali sighed. "He probably said that because you were too young at the time to understand the truth. But I gave that ring to Henry, hoping it would one day lead you to your mother."
I stared at the ring, rubbing my thumb over its surface as I processed her words.
"And because of you... we finally found her," I said, voice filled with gratitude. "Thanks to Deux as well and his crazy adventures that made us go there, we made it happen."
At the mention of Deux, Kali's expression stiffened. She looked around, as if searching for him.
"He's not here," I said. "He's resting in the cave. He figured you wouldn't want to see him, so he's keeping his distance."
Kali sighed heavily, tilting her head to the sky. "It's not that I hate him," she admitted. "It's just... his blood carries the legacy of Theron, the Alpha King. And because of him... we suffered."
"But Deux isn't Theron," I said firmly. "He thinks for himself. He's different."
Kali studied me, her gaze unreadable.
"It's funny," she murmured. "Your father once gave up everything—his title, his power, his entire life—just to protect you and Alaric. And now, Deux is trying to do the same with you."
"Wait, wait, hold up." Jiggs suddenly spoke up, sitting forward. "So let me get this straight. If Champ's father was Voder, the Alpha Prince from Kali's time..." He trailed off, eyes widening.
Kali frowned. "Kali's time? Excuse me? Why are you talking like I'm ancient?!"
"Sorry, sorry!" Jiggs laughed. "But seriously—doesn't that mean Champ is royalty? Like, full-on, rightful heir to the throne?!"
Kali nodded. "That's right. If things had gone differently, Champ would be the first Omega King in our generation."
Jiggs' jaw dropped. Then, suddenly, he leapt to his feet. "What the hell are we doing sitting around?! We gotta tell everyone! Alpha King Theron needs to step down and Deux should revoke his title as Alpha Prince! Champ, my Omega man, you're the king! Let's start a revolution!"
I snorted. "Oh, really? You're gonna go up to Deux and tell him to give up his position?"
Jiggs puffed up his chest. "Yeah! What's he gonna do, fight me?"
"You say that now," I chuckled, "but the moment you see Deux, you'll curl up into a ball and cry."
"Hey, I never said I'd win the fight," Jiggs muttered.
"Honestly?" I mused, "I'd rather have Deux stay Alpha King. He knows the ropes, he has the experience. Meanwhile, I—" I gestured at myself "—have no idea what I'm doing."
"Then we'll make him teach you!" Jiggs suggested.
"He'd just get annoyed and ask why I don't just let him keep ruling if he has to do all the work anyway," I said, laughing.
Jiggs sighed dramatically. "Okay, yeah, that sounds like something he'd say."
Then Kali's expression turned serious. "Champ... how's Henry?"
I hesitated. "Not good."
Her eyes widened. "What happened?"
"The Alpha King has him," I admitted. "Uncle Henry is a prisoner. But I know he won't kill him. He needs him to survive."
"What?" Kali asked sharply.
"The Alpha King is sick. We don't know what's wrong with him, but it's bad."
Kali's face twisted with emotion. "So karma finally caught up to him. After all the evil he's done, time is coming to collect its debt." She exhaled deeply. "But you're right. Theron won't kill Henry. He never did before."
Jiggs hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe the Alpha King has a thing for Doctor Henry?"
We both turned to him in disbelief.
Kali narrowed her eyes. "You know... I did notice something. Henry spent a lot of time in the university library. And whenever he was there, Theron was also there. What if..."
She trailed off, her eyes widening. Jiggs' face lit up with sudden understanding, and they shared a look—a knowing, ridiculous look.
Oh, here we go.
"What if the Alpha King secretly has feelings for Henry?!" Kali exclaimed.
Jiggs gasped dramatically. "And I remember that one time the Alpha King told Doc Henry to 'observe his body carefully'?"
Kali snapped her fingers. "Yes! And the way he said it—it was almost... seductive."
"You were not even there, Kali!" I said while shaking my head and she laughed.
Jiggs nodded vigorously. "And then Alpha King said, 'Touch me here and feel my hardened d—'"
"Okay, stop!" I cut in, groaning. "You guys are blowing this way out of proportion."
Jiggs snickered. "Maybe."
"But seriously, think about it," Kali continued. "An Alpha King, falling for a Beta male? It's almost hilarious."
I paused. "...Actually..."
Oh no. They were getting into my head.
"I have never seen Uncle Henry with an Omega female," I muttered. "And I may or may not have checked his private stash to see if he had any... y'know... questionable magazines and pictures."
Kali burst out laughing.
Jiggs gasped. "And what did you find?"
"Nothing!" I admitted.
"But if Theron liked Henry, it's weird isn't it?" Kali added. "Or it could be the other way around? Henry liked Theron?"
The three of us sat in silence for a moment. Then, all at once, we dissolved into laughter, our ridiculous theories filling the night air.
It was moments like this that reminded me—no matter how chaotic our lives were, some things never changed.
"Wherever Henry is right now, I bet he's sneezing like crazy," Kali mused. "But honestly, he never once showed any interest in me—or in any woman, for that matter. Maybe romance just isn't a priority for him? Beta males don't exactly have the same... uh, drive as Alphas or Omegas."
"Could be," I agreed.
"Nope! I refuse to believe that Doctor Henry doesn't have a secret!" Jiggs declared dramatically. "Mark my words, I will uncover whatever it is he's hiding! Think about it—Mr. Voder fell for a man. Champ fell for a man. Mr. Voder and Doctor Henry are brothers. That means Doctor Henry likes men, too! It's in their genes! It runs in the family!"
I smacked Jiggs on the head.
"You're such an idiot," I muttered.
Jiggs just cackled.
"Anyway," I said, changing the subject before he could derail it further, "we need to come up with a new plan."
"I'm in!" Jiggs grinned.
"I'll help, too," Kali added with a smirk. "It's been too long since I last stirred things up. I think it's about time I get back in action. I want to see everyone again."
"We'll see them all soon," I said, my tone softening, "except for my father."
Even if we succeeded—if we rescued my mother and my uncle—he wouldn't be there to witness his family reunited.
He passed away.
But his legacy lived on in me. And I would not let it die.
"What exactly is our mission, Champ?" Jiggs asked.
I took a deep breath. "Rescue my mother. Save Uncle Henry. Free the Omega females. Destroy the Omega secret facility." I locked eyes with both of them and said the last part with absolute conviction. "And take back the throne from the Alpha King."
Silence fell over us. The only sound was the wind rustling through the grass.
"...Damn," Jiggs finally said, breaking the stillness. "That's a full-blast mission, Champ."
"It's a lot," Kali admitted, "but maybe it's finally time to reclaim what was lost."
"I'm not afraid," I said, smiling. "Because I have you all with me."
Jiggs clapped a hand on my shoulder. "Of course you do. I told you, I've got your back."
Then, we heard a strange sniffing sound. We turned—only to see Kali wiping away tears.
"S-Sorry!" she sniffled, laughing through her tears. "You just... remind me so much of me and Alaric back in the day."
She took a deep breath, composing herself before standing up.
"Let's go back to the cave and rest," she said. "The very cave where you were born, Champ."
I blinked. "Wait, I was born there?"
"Yes," Kali confirmed. "That cave was where Voder, Alaric, and I hid for a long, long time. I have so many memories there... I could never abandon that place." She hesitated before adding, "And Henry... he was the one who helped deliver you, Champ. We were all overjoyed the day you were born."
Jiggs groaned. "Ugh, I wish I was there to see it! I wanna see how Omega males give birth!" Then his face lit up mischievously. "Champ, you should totally give birth there too—y'know, once you and Deux decide to make a baby. The jungle is big enough for the both of you to do it tonight if you know what I mean... hehe!"
"FOR THE LOVE OF—" I clapped a hand over my face. "JIGGS! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS RUIN THE MOMENT?!"
Kali burst into laughter.
She wiped at her eyes, shaking her head. "Henry sacrificed a lot for you, Champ. Every single day, he came to check on you and Alaric. That idiot loves you so much... more than you know. He sees you as his own son."
I swallowed hard, blinking against the sudden sting in my eyes. "I know," I said quietly. "I feel it. I always have."
"And yet," Jiggs chimed in, "you still gave him daily headaches."
I rolled my eyes. "You really don't know when to shut up, do you?" I huffed, standing up. "Come on, Kali."
We started walking away, leaving Jiggs behind.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Jiggs scrambled after us. "Can't we just stay out here? I just woke up! I'm not tired yet!"
"Fine, stay," Kali said with a smirk. "Enjoy the company of the snakes."
Jiggs paled. "ON SECOND THOUGHT, I'M COMING WITH YOU."
He bolted after us, sticking closer than ever.
...
...
...
The next morning, before everyone else had woken up, I felt a strong thirst creeping in. Slowly, I sat up, rubbing my eyes.
They were all still asleep. And by all, I meant even the one creature in this cave whose snoring could probably wake the dead. I wasn't going to name names, but yeah—it was definitely Jiggs. Seriously, how did everyone else sleep through this? How did I sleep through this?!
But there was someone missing.
Deux.
His scent—warm vanilla, unmistakable—still lingered in the cave, but I could tell it was coming from outside.
Curious, I got up and stepped out.
The first thing I saw? Deux dropping a wooden bucket to the ground.
"You're awake, my love," he said in that deep, serious voice of his.
I nearly choked. "My what?! Cut that out!" I hissed, my face burning.
He simply smirked, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his elbow.
"I was just thinking... if we're going to stay here in the forest, we might as well live a simple life. Have kids. Build a home. And I'll call you my love every day."
"Will you shut up?!" I whisper-yelled, rushing toward him. "They'll hear you! Jiggs will hear you! Do you have any idea how much he'll tease me?!"
Deux, being Deux, only scoffed. "Why should I care about that insect?"
I rolled my eyes but then noticed the bucket at his feet. Peeking inside, my jaw nearly dropped.
"Wait... Deux, you caught all of these fish yourself?" I asked in disbelief, staring at the huge, still-wriggling fish inside.
"Yes," he answered simply, his eyes narrowing slightly. "They're all for you, Champ. Just for you. No one else is allowed to eat them."
I let out a laugh and playfully punched his arm. "You're ridiculous."
But then—bam!—he punched me back twice as hard!
"OW! What the hell, idiot?!" I yelped, rubbing my arm.
Deux just smirked and shook his head.
"...Fine," he finally sighed. "I suppose they can have one fish to share among them."
I gaped at him. "What, do you want me to become a fish?! How do you expect me to eat all of these?!"
"I don't want you to go hungry, my love."
I immediately slapped a hand over his mouth. "Shh!"
And that was a mistake.
Because the next thing this insufferable bastard did was lick my palm.
"Deux!" I shrieked, yanking my hand back in disgust.
"Hmm... a little salty," he mused, grinning.
"That's because I just peed!" I blurted out, hoping to gross him out.
His expression didn't even change. "Tastes good."
I froze.
"...Deux," I said slowly, staring at him. "Have you... lost your mind?"
Deux just shrugged, completely unbothered, while I groaned and rubbed my temples.
"I swear, I'M the one who's going to lose my mind first," I muttered. "Look, just go clean yourself up and rest. I'll go gather firewood."
"No need," Deux said. "I already did it."
I blinked. "Wait, what?"
"Firewood. I already gathered it."
"I'm not asking you to repeat it! Ugh! Anyway, then I'll go get some leaves to use as plates."
"Also done. Everything."
My mouth fell open. "When?!"
"About 3 a.m. I realized I could move normally again, and I was getting restless, so I kept myself busy."
"...So what am I supposed to do? Just cook?"
Deux's eyes immediately lit up. He nodded way too fast, his expression downright innocent.
It was kind of cute and adorable.
...No, NO! I was not going to say that out loud. His ego was already huge enough!
"It's okay, Champ," Deux suddenly said.
I frowned. "Huh? Okay what?"
"It's okay for you to think I'm cute and adorable. I won't let it go to my head." His voice was dead serious.
My entire body tensed.
"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!" I shouted.
Deux raised a brow, smirking slightly before glancing at my neck.
And that's when it hit me.
"Oh, for the—!" I groaned, clutching my neck. "I forgot that you can feel what I feel because of your damn mark!" I rubbed at the spot aggressively. "Ugh, how do I get rid of this thing? It's so annoying!"
"You can't," Deux said calmly. "Now start cooking. I want to watch you."
I sighed dramatically. "Ugh! Fine."
Grabbing the bucket, I carried it over to the spot where I have to cook. Inside the bucket, apart from the fish, were some neatly wrapped vegetables.
I picked up one of the fish, but as soon as I touched it, it flopped in my hands, still very much alive.
Without hesitation, I smacked it against a rock.
Thud.
It went still.
When I looked up, Deux was staring at me, eyes wide.
"You see that?" I said, holding up the now-unmoving fish. "That's what I'll do to your head if you keep acting up, Deux."
His lips twitched. Then, he smirked.
"...Understood, my love."
I groaned. "Ugh! You're impossible!"
...
A few moments later, a loud yawn echoed near the cave.
I turned just in time to see Jiggs, mouth wide open, stretching like he had all the time in the world. He spotted us and waved lazily.
That was a mistake.
"DO NOT COME OUT!" Deux barked.
And then—bam!—Deux bolted forward, shoved Jiggs back inside the cave, and then casually walked back to me like he hadn't just bodily thrown a full-grown man into a hole.
He sat down in front of me again, arms crossed, watching.
Like. He. Had. Done. Nothing.
I stared at him, mouth open. "What the hell was that?! You crazy bastard!" I burst out, half laughing, half horrified.
"I put the insect back to sleep," Deux said calmly. "I refuse to let anyone ruin this moment. It's just the two of us."
"Lunatic!" I choked out between laughs. "You bullied Jiggs! The poor insect—I mean, guy just woke up!"
Deux said nothing.
I sighed, shaking my head as I went back to preparing the fish. At least I had the basket of ingredients and cooking tools that Deux had gathered for me.
But then I noticed something.
Deux was just staring at me.
Like, seriously staring.
No blinking. No reacting. Just watching my every move in complete silence.
"...You're not even going to say anything?" I asked, raising a brow.
Deux shook his head.
I huffed and went back to work.
But then I noticed something else.
Deux's lips were twitching, ever so slightly, as if he was holding back a smirk. And I felt it.
Oh no.
Because of our bond, I could feel exactly what he was thinking.
I felt his happiness.
I felt his warmth.
I felt his—
Wait.
No.
Oh, hell no.
I knew what he was imagining!
I felt what he was imagining!
He was picturing me cooking... without a single piece of clothing on!
"Deux!" I shrieked, nearly dropping the fish.
He simply smirked.
"For the love of all things holy, STOP LUSTING AFTER ME! I CAN FEEL WHAT YOU FEEL!" I yelled, my face practically on fire.
Deux didn't even deny it. He just kept smirking!
This damn Alpha!
If we ever have kids, please, let them not be as shameless as him! Let them be kind, sweet, normal children!
"I doubt it, Champ," Deux said seriously.
I froze.
"What?" I whispered, already knowing what he was about to say.
"I think they'll be just as wild as us," Deux said, eyes locked onto mine.
I nearly exploded.
This mind-reading—no, bond-reading—nonsense! I wanted to grab something and smack him over the head with it, but I knew he'd just dodge and laugh at me.
So instead, I gritted my teeth, clenched my fists, and silently returned to cooking.
Otherwise, I was really going to commit murder today.
...
...
...
After a few minutes, I finally finished cooking and called everyone over to eat.
The moment the delicious aroma filled the air, they all came rushing in like hungry wolves. Even Kali's pet monkeys showed up—all of them—and, for some reason, every single one of them had latched onto Jiggs!
"Haha! Look at you, Jiggs! You're their new parent now!" I teased.
"Last time I saw them like this is when they were with Henry." Kali jokingly said.
Jiggs, now half-buried under a pile of monkeys, groaned. "Ugh... why do they love me so much?! I feel like I just adopted ten children!"
"Wow! It's been ages since I've had a meal this good!" Kali said, taking a deep breath as she sat down. "I remember those times when Alaric made our breakfast like this everyday."
"Can we just live here forever?" Jiggs mused, adjusting the monkeys clinging to him. "Honestly, I think I'm starting to like this forest life."
"Yeah, Master Champ! It's like we're camping!" Marsh said excitedly.
"Can we do this every day?" Gem chimed in.
"I bet Master Champ would make a great mother!" Martin added with a cheeky grin.
"Yeah, that's why Master Deux is so addicted to him," Daryl joked.
And Deux?
Oh, that bastard just sat there smirking—looking proud of the fact that people knew how obsessed he was with me!
"You all talk too much! Just eat already!" I grumbled, shaking my head.
Everyone finally started grabbing their portions—except Deux.
Deux was just... watching.
I felt it. The confusion.
He was so unused to this.
And of course, why wouldn't he be? The man was raised in a palace. He'd never had to serve himself before.
Then—
"Oh, for the love of—" Kali suddenly sighed, looking irritated. She grabbed a plate of fish and vegetables, practically shoving it into Deux's hands.
Deux looked genuinely confused.
"I noticed you were just sitting there waiting for someone to serve you," Kali said, rolling her eyes. "You're not used to this kind of life, huh? Figures. Raised in a palace, weren't you?"
Deux's eyes darkened slightly. "I can serve myself."
"Then take it already! Quit being so damn picky!" Kali huffed.
Well. That was progress.
At least Kali was finally acknowledging Deux. Honestly, I thought she'd refuse to interact with him at all because of her hatred for his family.
But then, Deux did something that made me and Kali both pause.
Instead of eating the food she gave him...
He handed it to me.
"Champ," he said seriously. "You go eat first."
I looked at Kali, and—yep—she was shocked. Her eyes darted to me before she quickly avoided eye contact and just started eating like nothing happened.
"Thanks, Deux," I said, taking the plate.
Finally, I started eating. But as I chewed, I realized something.
Deux... still wasn't eating.
He was just staring at me.
"Deux, why aren't you eating?" I asked, raising a brow.
"You eat first, Champ," he replied. "This Alpha wants his Omega to be prioritized first."
And then—
His stomach growled. Loudly.
Everyone heard it.
I sighed, scooping some food from my plate. Then, without hesitation, I brought it up to Deux's mouth.
The entire group froze.
I felt all their eyes on me.
I slowly turned my head and glared at them.
Instantly, they all looked away, pretending they hadn't just seen that, trying to feed Deux like a damn baby boy!
"Eat, Deux," I ordered.
Deux, surprisingly, listened. He opened his mouth and took the bite.
That's when Jiggs burst out laughing.
"OH MY GOD, MASTER DEUX, YOU'RE A BABY!" Jiggs hollered.
Deux's entire expression darkened.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" Deux snapped.
"Yeah! He's a baby!" Kali joined in, grinning. "A big, scary Alpha, but deep down? A pampered little baby!"
Deux's nostrils flared in rage.
"I DID NOT BECOME AN ALPHA PRINCE JUST TO BE INSULTED LIKE THIS!" he growled.
And then—
He slammed his fist against the boulder in front of him.
CRACK.
The rock split slightly.
Instant silence.
Jiggs and Kali immediately shut up.
"Deux!" I groaned. "Apologize!"
"Hmph," Deux grumbled, turning away.
I sighed, rubbing my temples.
"You all act like babies!"
How the hell was I supposed to handle this team when they were all children?!
Deux? Childish.
Jiggs? Childish.
Kali? Also childish.
And the four Beta males? The same!
I tilted my head back and laughed at my own suffering.
This was my life now, to be their mother!
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...
...
With our stomachs full and our energy restored, it was time to get serious. Time to plan.
Inside the cave, Jiggs had his laptop open, displaying the blueprint of the Omega Secret Facility on the screen.
"Omega Secret Facility?" Kali muttered, narrowing her eyes.
"This is the place where my mother—and countless other Omega females—are being held," I said firmly.
The moment I said it, something clicked in Kali's expression.
"Wait... I knew this looked familiar! I infiltrated this place once. I disguised myself as one of the scientists working there, but... I couldn't get your mother out. The security was too damn tight," she admitted.
I gave her a small nod. "It's okay."
Jiggs rubbed his chin. "We could try entering through the emergency exit that Champ and I used last time... but I have a feeling they've secured that entrance by now."
"Exactly."
Everyone turned to Deux, who had been quiet until now. His voice was low and serious.
"My father knows that you and the insect"—he motioned toward Jiggs, who immediately pouted—"broke into the facility before. He won't let that happen again. Security will be ten times tighter."
"Insect, really?" Jiggs muttered under his breath.
"So... how do we get in?" I asked.
"Can't you use your special ability, Champ? You know, command the guards to leave the access points unguarded?" Jiggs suggested.
I let out a deep sigh. "I wish it were that easy, Jiggs. But I still don't fully understand how my ability works. I can only do it when my emotions completely take over."
"Your mother is the only one who can use it whenever she wants," Kali added. "If he was only with us to teach you how to awaken it."
"Pfft, let's just blow up the damn gate!" Jiggs said with a mischievous grin.
"That's the worst idea you've ever had," I said flatly.
"...Actually," Deux spoke up, making both Jiggs and me pause.
We turned to look at him.
"It might not be a bad idea."
Jiggs and I exchanged identical looks of shock. "Wait, really?!" we both asked at the same time.
Deux crossed his arms. "No matter what we do—whether we sneak in or go in disguised—we will be caught. There are too many guards, and stealthy infiltration is impossible. The only option left... is a direct assault. Break through the front gate, destroy their defenses, and storm the facility."
Jiggs grinned. "Now that sounds like an Alpha-level plan." He leaned back smugly. "Risky, sure, but hey—you guys are strong enough to handle it. Me? I'll just stick to behind-the-scenes work, thank you very much."
I groaned, running a hand down my face.
"Like it or not, Champ, this is the only way in," Deux said, pointing at the facility's entrance on Jiggs' blueprint.
At that moment, something strange happened—something I hadn't expected.
Deux stood in front of us, his expression serious, his voice steady as he began explaining the exact plan of attack. Every detail, every strategy, every calculated move was laid out with precision.
I should have been paying attention.
I needed to be paying attention.
But instead...
My focus drifted.
Not to the blueprint.
Not to the strategy.
But to his lips.
Damn it.
He was standing there, all serious and commanding, pointing at the screen with a determined expression, and all I could focus on were his lips—his stupidly biteable lips.
Maybe I can lick it when he is asleep? Or just a quick bite of those damn juicy, palpable—
"Champ? Are you listening to me?" Deux asked, pulling me out of my daze.
"Huh?" I blinked, realizing I had completely spaced out.
Deux tilted his head, smirked slightly, and then—
"As much as you'd love to bite my lips, save it for later," he said deadpan.
I froze.
He just said that.
Out loud.
In front of EVERYONE.
The entire cave went silent.
Then, as expected—
The others erupted into laughter.
"OH MY GOD, CHAMP!" Jiggs wheezed. "STOP LUSTING OVER DEUX AND FOCUS!"
"You're just like your mother," Kali added between giggles. "She used to secretly drool over Voder, too!"
"ACK! ENOUGH!" I yelled, covering my burning face. "I'M SERIOUS NOW! REPEAT THE PLAN!"
I needed to get it together!
Deux, on the other hand, just stood there, still looking completely unbothered.
Like nothing had just happened.
He exhaled slowly, then returned his attention to the blueprint while I struggled to regain my composure.
"Now, listen carefully, Champ," he said firmly, tapping the facility's entrance on the map. "At this point, my father won't just have ten Alpha guards stationed here. He'll triple the security..."
He continued breaking down the strategy, pointing at the key locations.
And I swore I was listening this time!
...But my stupid brain betrayed me again.
Because my attention drifted back to his lips.
Champ.
Champ, no.
And then—
(Tap!)
Deux lightly flicked my forehead.
"You're not listening again."
My face heated up even more.
"CHAMP! STOP DAYDREAMING ABOUT DEUX!" Jiggs cackled.
"Oh, wow. This is familiar," Kali added, shaking her head. "Your mother used to secretly fantasize about Voder all the time!"
I groaned. "ACK! STOP BRINGING UP MY MOM!"
Deux, however, remained serious.
"Champ," he said in a quieter tone. "You do want to save your mother, don't you?"
I swallowed hard, nodding.
"Then I need you to focus," he said simply.
"I'm sorry." i replied feeling stupid.
"I'm not mad. I'm just reminding you."
Now I felt even more embarrassed.
I actually looked down, feeling like I'd just been scolded by my Alpha leader.
"...Understood," I muttered.
Deux nodded. "Good. Now, back to the plan."
He resumed his explanation, this time with Jiggs actively contributing to the discussion.
And that's when I realized something.
Deux and Jiggs?
They never agreed on anything.
Yet here they were—completely in sync when it came to strategizing.
Honestly? That alone made me excited.
Because if they could work together without killing each other?
Then maybe—just maybe—we actually had a real shot at pulling this off.
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Silver's POV
I was inside the Alpha King's estate, standing beside my father, Crest. Across from us sat Council Head Jude, his expression unreadable.
"Ahh! Council Jude!" My father's voice was warm, almost sickeningly pleasant. "It's a pleasure to see you again after the Victory Party."
Jude, unimpressed, simply nodded. "What can I do for you, Crest?"
That infamous smirk appeared on my father's lips. It was the kind of smile that always carried hidden intentions, the kind that made everyone skin crawl.
"I'm sure you've heard the recent news about Prince Deux... and, of course, the one your council greatly admired—Champ," my father said smoothly.
Jude let out a long, weary sigh. His fingers pressed against his temples as if the mere mention of their names was enough to give him a headache.
"I regret everything that's happened... This was unexpected," Jude muttered under his breath.
My father leaned in slightly, feigning concern. "Indeed, a tragedy." Then, with the tone of a man carefully laying a trap, he added, "With Prince Deux missing—who knows when or if we'll ever find him—and Champ having betrayed us, the question remains... Who will be the next candidate for Alpha King?"
Jude exhaled sharply, rubbing his forehead.
Then, father's smirk widened. "Surely, the most suitable candidate would be none other than my son, Silver—don't you agree?"
Jude's gaze shifted to me, scrutinizing, measuring. Then he nodded, placing a firm hand on my shoulder.
"Yes," he agreed. "Silver is the strongest candidate. His strategic skills and incomparable strength make him a perfect successor."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw it—the gleam of triumph in my father's gaze.
Like a man who had just placed his final chess piece.
Jude, however, frowned slightly. "History... repeats itself, doesn't it?" he mused.
I blinked. "What history?"
Jude sighed. "This is exactly what happened years ago when Alpha King Olympus passed away early... and the throne was taken by Alpha King Theron. And now, with Deux gone, the throne will once again... skip the rightful line."
I stiffened. "Skip the line?"
Jude gave me a sharp look. "Your father never told you? About how your family took the throne?"
Silence.
I turned to my father, who let out a dry chuckle.
"Ah, no need to bring up the past, Council Jude. The past is the past, after all."
Jude nodded slowly. "Yes... the past is the past. But had Voder not abandoned his duty, had he not chosen to run away with Alaric..."
My breath hitched.
"Alaric?"
That name—Champ's mother.
My mother.
A strange, suffocating feeling crept into my chest.
My father's jaw clenched slightly before he quickly masked it with an easy smile.
"Let's not concern ourselves with them, Council Jude," my father said smoothly, his voice laced with undeniable restraint. "The past is over. What matters now is ensuring that the Alpha King's throne is secured."
Jude nodded, though his gaze was calculating. "Still... isn't this exactly what happened to Voder and Alaric? They fell in love, and in the end, everything ended in tragedy. If history repeats itself and Prince Deux does indeed have feelings for Champ, what can we possibly do to stop it?" Jude sighed. "Such a shame... The council respected Champ, but now? Now, I am deeply disappointed."
SLAM.
"ENOUGH!"
My father's voice cracked like a whip through the room.
For a split second, he lost control. His mask slipped, revealing a flicker of rage and something deeper—something almost painful.
Then, just as quickly, he composed himself.
"Apologies, Council Jude," he said, his tone once again calm and collected. "I... got lost in the past for a moment."
Jude studied him for a moment before nodding. "I understand, Crest. My apologies as well."
A long silence followed before my father took a deep breath and smiled.
"For now, let this meeting end on a good note. I officially present Silver as the candidate for Alpha King."
Jude gave a slow nod. "Very well. I shall take my leave now."
The moment the councilman left, I turned toward my father—
And froze.
Because his expression—
His eyes—
Were glowing with madness.
"Amazing..." he whispered, almost giddy. Then, louder—"AMAZING, SILVER!"
My father laughed.
Laughed like a man who had finally won a game he'd been playing for years.
"Finally!" he hissed. "Finally, our chance has come! After all these years of being trampled on by my father and brother, after being treated like we were less, we are finally—FINALLY—taking what should have been ours as well!"
He grabbed my shoulders, gripping them tightly.
"And you, Silver—YOU are the key to it all!"
This should have been the moment I felt pride.
The moment I stood tall, triumphant, basking in the same elation that radiated from my father.
I should have felt fulfilled, knowing that the throne—the ultimate symbol of power—was within my grasp.
I should have felt the same happiness he did, the same satisfaction in knowing that our family would finally take its place at the top.
But...
I didn't.
There was no pride.
No triumph.
No rush of victory swelling in my chest.
Instead—
There was nothing.
No excitement.
No joy.
Only a vast, unshakable emptiness.
Why?
Why did I feel this way?
Why did I feel as if, instead of gaining something, I was on the verge of losing myself?
Because deep down, I no longer knew who I was.
I felt adrift, as if I had been walking a path that was never truly mine to begin with.
Conflicted.
Torn between the life I had been raised to believe in and the truth that was slowly unraveling before me.
I stood on a road that stretched infinitely in two directions—
One leading forward.
One leading back.
Both uncertain.
Both terrifying.
Who... am I?
Where... do I belong?
Who is Silver?
...
"Council Jude mentioned Alaric... my mother." I asked, my voice tight with unease.
"You don't need to concern yourself with that, Silver." My father's voice was firm, but beneath it was something else—something controlled, restrained. "What you do need to focus on is your destiny as Alpha King. That day is coming soon."
I clenched my fists. "And what about the past?" My voice wavered, but I forced myself to continue. "Council Jude hinted that something... unpleasant happened before. And that my mother—" I swallowed. "If he loved Voder, then how am I even his son? Who am I to him?"
The questions swirled inside me, growing heavier with every second.
How could I be Alaric's son?
I didn't understand.
I needed to understand.
"Silver!" My father's voice snapped like a whip. He stepped closer, towering over me, his golden eyes burning with frustration.
"I have told you before—your only focus is to become Alpha King! That is what I have ingrained into your mind since you were a child! Do not disappoint me!" His voice dropped into a dangerous whisper, laced with an unspoken threat.
A cold shiver ran down my spine.
My father... was hiding something.
Something he didn't want me to know.
I took a deep breath, forcing my expression to remain neutral, and slowly nodded.
"Fine," I muttered. "I'll do as you ask."
His expression immediately lightened—like a man who had just reasserted control.
"Good." He exhaled, smoothing down the front of his coat. "Now, I have matters to attend to. Feel free to do as you wish."
With that, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room.
The moment he was gone, I stood frozen in place, my heart hammering against my ribs.
I had to know the truth.
I had to find out how Alaric was my mother.
I had to understand who I really was.
For my entire life, I had followed my father—blindly, obediently, never questioning. But now that I was older, now that I could see—I realized there were other paths before me.
Yet he kept dragging me back onto his.
I inhaled deeply and clenched my fists.
Then, without hesitation—
I moved.
Silently, quickly—toward my father's room.
The door creaked slightly as I entered his quarters.
A place I rarely ever set foot in.
Everything was immaculate, pristine. But I wasn't here to admire the decor—I was here for information.
I moved swiftly toward my father's desk, my pulse hammering in my ears. With steady hands, I began rifling through the drawers, pulling them open one by one. The scent of aged paper and polished wood filled the air as I sifted through stacks of documents, neatly arranged files, and various unimportant trinkets—all of it useless.
Frustration gnawed at me. There had to be something here. Something important.
Then—my eyes caught a subtle gap beneath the desk. A small, hidden compartment. My breath hitched as I crouched down, running my fingers along the edges of the wood. That's when I saw it—a vault.
I hesitated only for a moment before checking the lock.
It was unlocked.
I didn't question my luck. I wrapped my fingers around the handle and pulled it open. The heavy door creaked softly as it revealed a single object nestled inside—a small, leather-bound book.
A journal.
My father's journal.
My chest tightened.
With a shaky breath, I reached for it, my fingertips grazing the worn cover. The leather was smooth from years of handling, and as I picked it up, the weight of it felt immense.
Heart pounding, I flipped it open.
The first pages were filled with my father's sharp, precise handwriting, each stroke etched with purpose. I scanned through his entries, feeling the weight of every word. His thoughts, his grievances, the long list of people he despised—it was all laid bare before me, a glimpse into the dark mind that had shaped my life.
And then—
My breath caught as my eyes landed on a single page.
A list of names.
Names of those my father wanted to destroy.
I read through them, my pulse quickening.
Deux.
Alpha King Theron.
And—
My father's own father.
But his name—his own father's name—had been scratched out, erased from existence.
A chill ran down my spine. What did that mean?
Dread pooled in my gut as I turned the page, my fingers trembling slightly.
Then, I saw it.
The confession.
"...I killed my father in secret.
He thought he could control me. He thought he could bury me beneath his rule. But I made sure he never stood above me again. I despise him and my brother so much that the only way for me to feel the happiness is to stand above them, on the ground where they lay their unconscious rotting bodies!"
My vision blurred for a second as I processed the words.
I had always known my grandfather had died unexpectedly—but my father... had murdered him?
A slow, sickening realization settled over me like a suffocating weight.
My stomach twisted painfully, but I forced myself to keep reading.
The next pages revealed something even worse.
His hatred for his brother, Alpha King Theron, bled through every sentence.
"My foolish brother was never meant to be Alpha King!
He stole the throne—schemed, manipulated, and twisted the narrative until it was his!
The truth?
The throne was never ours to begin with.
It was meant for Voder.
He was supposed to be Alpha King—not Theron.
But my brother, hungry for power, couldn't accept that fate.
So he set the stage.
He wove a story so insidious, so perfectly crafted, that no one even thought to question it.
He needed a scapegoat.
And who better than an Omega male, already looked down upon?
He provoked Alaric, pushed him to his breaking point, forced him into a situation where he had no choice but to kill Alpha King Olympus.
And once the deed was done, once his hands were stained with blood—
Theron stepped in.
A self-proclaimed savior.
A hero.
The righteous Alpha King, rising to power in the wake of a tragedy he orchestrated.
And while he bathed in the glory of his false righteousness, Voder and Alaric fled.
They abandoned everything—left it all behind in our hands.
So if my dear brother could take everything from them...
Then why shouldn't I do the same to him?"
His obsession with seeing his brother suffer.
That's when I knew the whole truth about our family's scheme, a throne that was never ours in the first place.
And then—
A revelation so horrific it made my blood run ice cold.
"...I have been poisoning him for years.
Slowly, carefully. A little in his wine, a little in his meals.
Soon, it will be irreversible. Soon, the Alpha King will fall. And once Deux is gone, the throne will be Silver's..."
The walls around me seemed to tilt, the air growing thick and suffocating as a dizzying sense of horror settled deep in my bones.
I clenched the book tighter, my fingers digging into the worn leather, my breath coming in uneven gasps. My entire body felt cold, as if reality itself was beginning to slip away.
My father wasn't just ruthless.
He was a monster.
A man so consumed by power and vengeance that he had killed his own father in secret, removing any obstacle in his way without hesitation.
And now—
Now, he was slowly murdering his own brother.
Not with a blade. Not with brute force.
But with poison.
A slow, calculated death.
A carefully crafted assassination that no one would suspect until it was too late.
And if Deux and Champ never returned—
Alpha King Theron would die.
The poison would run its course, leaving no chance of survival.
And the throne—
The Alpha King's throne—
Would fall into my hands.
Not because I earned it.
Not because I deserved it.
But because it had been stolen through deception, treachery, and blood.
My fingers dug into the leather cover, my nails pressing into it as if I could somehow squeeze the truth from its pages. My breathing grew uneven, my chest tightening with something unfamiliar and terrifying.
This wasn't just political ambition.
This was something deeper, something sick.
My father didn't just want power.
He wanted revenge.
I nearly slammed the book shut—but something else caught my eye.
Another section.
A name.
Alaric.
My blood ran cold.
I flipped the pages frantically, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.
The words on the page warped and twisted in my mind as I read them, my hands shaking as if I could barely hold onto the book anymore.
My father had been watching him—from the shadows, from a distance, from places he never even knew he existed. His presence had always been there, lurking, waiting, obsessed with something that was never his to claim.
He had been desiring him, his thoughts twisted with an unrelenting hunger, a need to possess what he could never have. He was his fixation, the man who had haunted his mind, the unattainable dream that drove him to madness.
He had been obsessing over him, weaving him into his every thought, his every plan, his every moment of bitter rage. He had become more than just a person to him—he was a symbol, a ghost, an obsession that consumed him entirely.
Alaric.
My mother.
The bile rose in my throat, burning its way up as I read his words—words no child should ever have to read about their own parents.
His thoughts—sickening.
His desires—horrifying.
His lust—unbearable.
He had wanted him. More than anything.
And yet, he had never been his.
He had never loved him.
He had chosen someone else.
Someone he hated with every fiber of his being.
Someone he had despised enough to destroy everything over.
And then—
My hands trembled as I turned the page.
The next entry was different. The handwriting—once precise and controlled—had become erratic, rushed, uneven. The ink bled heavily into the paper, as though he had been shaking violently as he wrote.
This was it.
The truth.
How I came to be.
The reality that had been kept from me all my life.
I forced myself to continue reading—
And then—
I froze.
The words stared back at me, black ink searing into my brain.
The details.
The full account.
The truth that would change everything.
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Crest's Journal
After my wretched, power-hungry brother, Theron, captured Alaric, he was taken to the Omega Secret Facility—locked away, forgotten by the world.
And that day...
That day was the greatest moment of my life.
Finally, I had my chance.
A chance to take what should have been mine.
A chance to taste an Omega male like him—one so rare, so utterly exquisite—one that I knew would be unlike anything else.
I planned everything.
I made sure no one would catch me—especially not Theron. That fool left on a half-year expedition to expand his territory, giving me all the time I needed. I had learned the access code to Alaric's cell, 101094, and with it, I slipped in undetected.
No one knew.
No one would ever know.
When I entered the dimly lit chamber, my luck couldn't have been better.
He was in heat.
Weak, defenseless, lost in a haze of instincts he couldn't control.
His body was burning up, desperate for relief, yet his mind was absent—detached, unaware, incapable of understanding what was happening. He was restrained like an animal, bound to prevent movement, completely helpless.
And so, everything fell perfectly into place.
Had he been aware, he might have used that terrifying ability of his—the one that could control minds. But in his current state, he was nothing more than a doll.
My doll.
I stepped closer, my hands eager as I began peeling away the layers of fabric from his body.
And when I saw him—
I stopped breathing.
Even as a man, his Omega form was breathtaking. His body, sculpted and flawless, was unlike anything I had ever seen.
My fingers trailed along his heated skin, memorizing every inch, claiming it, indulging in the beauty before me. He did not resist. He couldn't.
I took my time, savoring every moment.
My tongue traced the soft planes of his skin, from his throat all the way down to his ankles. I wanted to mark him, to leave something behind, a scar, a bite, a symbol—something that would prove that he had been mine.
But if I did, it would be too obvious.
And I wasn't about to risk losing this moment.
Then, my eyes drifted lower—
And there it was.
His body responding to his heat, fluid dripping from his birth canal, preparing itself—a natural reaction, a cruel gift from nature itself.
I felt my own body burn with excitement.
Omega males were fascinating creatures.
They had both the male anatomy of an Alpha yet an additional part—one that allowed them to conceive.
And that was where I wanted to be.
I pried his legs apart, studying him, admiring the sight before me. It wasn't as tight as before—he had already given birth once. But that didn't matter to me.
All that mattered was the moment.
And I wasn't going to waste it.
With a deep breath, I slowly pressed 'it' forward, pushing inside, and instantly—
A wave of ecstasy consumed me.
I had never felt anything like this before.
The warmth, the way his body welcomed me, wrapped around me— it was beyond addictive.
Beyond intoxicating.
Beyond anything I had ever experienced.
And the best part?
He didn't fight it.
Because he couldn't.
Like a lifeless doll, he stood there, unmoving, his body reacting solely to its natural instincts while his mind remained absent.
I used him until I had emptied myself completely inside him, ensuring that he would carry my child.
That was the real purpose.
Not just the pleasure—but the result.
The bloodline.
The weapon.
The key to my victory.
Once Alaric bore my child, that child would become the ultimate tool in my war against my brother.
A child born from my blood and Alaric's rare Omega lineage—a child with a perfect, unparalleled genetic heritage.
A child who would one day help me destroy Theron and take everything from him.
My son—our son—would be the key to seizing the throne.
Because Theron had always looked down on me.
Because they all did.
I was nothing but a failure in their eyes, a disgrace, a forgotten shadow in their world of power.
But no longer.
Not anymore.
This child would be my greatest weapon.
After I had ensured Alaric carried my heir, I cleaned him up, redressed him, and slipped away as if nothing had happened.
No one ever knew.
No one ever suspected.
And I waited.
For five months, I planned. I prepared. I built the perfect escape.
Then, the moment arrived.
I returned to the facility, slipping inside once more, my pulse racing with excitement.
I found him unconscious in his cell, his body weakened from labor.
And there—
On the cold, hard floor—
Was my child.
The newborn wailed, its tiny form trembling as it lay attached to Alaric by the umbilical cord.
I cut it myself.
With my own hands, I severed the bond between them.
Then, without hesitation, I stole what was rightfully mine.
I cleaned the evidence, ensuring that no one would ever know Alaric had given birth, and I vanished into the night—child in hand, my future secured.
Silver.
That was the name I chose. A name that would one day be etched into history, whispered in reverence, in fear, in awe.
A name that would serve as the cornerstone of my triumph.
A name that would pave the way for my revenge.
Because, at long last, I had achieved what no one else could.
What even my all-powerful brother had failed to possess.
I had taken Alaric.
I had stolen his child.
And with that, I had secured my path to power.
But even that victory, as sweet as it was, wasn't enough.
If only I could do it again.
If only I could savor him once more, over and over, until there was nothing left of him that wasn't mine.
If only I could breed him again, fill him again, watch as he succumbed to his fate time and time again.
Alaric.
He was the most exquisite, intoxicating, irresistible creature I had ever touched.
And if the opportunity arose—
I would take him again.
And again.
And again!
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Third Person POV
Disgust. Hatred.
Those were the only emotions consuming Silver as he closed the journal, his hands trembling with rage.
The words he had just read—the horrific, monstrous confession of his father—burned into his mind like an unshakable curse. Every detail, every depraved thought, every calculated action that Crest had written down in ink, detailing how he had violated Alaric and stolen his child—his very existence—without consent.
Silver felt sick.
His father was a beast. A creature so foul, so utterly devoid of humanity, that even calling him a monster would be too kind.
But what disgusted him even more...
Was himself.
For the first time, Silver truly saw himself—and what he saw repulsed him.
His entire life, he had been nothing more than a tool—a pawn his father had created, a weapon designed to lift Crest out of the shadows and into power. A being that never should have existed, yet was forced into this world only to suffer for his father's ambitions.
A son, not born from love, but from violation.
His stomach twisted violently, and for a moment, he felt like he might vomit.
His own actions—his past thoughts, the way he had treated Champ—
They sickened him.
The way he had lusted after his own brother, the way he had blindly followed his father's beliefs, the way he had once believed he was entitled to power...
It was no different from Crest.
He was no different from the monster who had written those words.
And that realization nearly broke him.
A shuddering breath escaped him as his hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms so hard that they nearly bled.
But no.
No more.
This was where it ended.
He would not become Crest.
He would not walk the path his father had carved for him.
He would rebuild himself.
And the first step...
Was atonement.
Silver carefully placed the journal inside his jacket, sealing away the truth of his origins—not because he was ignoring it, but because he now knew what had to be done.
He had to face Alaric.
He had to see his mother.
He had to tell him everything.
More than anything, he wanted Alaric to know the truth. That despite being born from Crest's evil, he would never stand beside the monster who created him.
That he was not Crest.
That he would never be Crest.
And so, with a resolve that had never burned brighter, Silver made his decision.
He would go to the Omega Secret Facility.
He would do it alone.
And no matter what awaited him there—he would not turn back.
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Meanwhile, in Champ's camp, the time had finally come.
The plan was set. Every detail accounted for. Every risk weighed. The path ahead would be brutal, filled with danger, uncertainty, and blood.
But none of that mattered.
Because Champ had only one goal.
One single purpose that burned through his veins, stronger than any fear.
His fists tightened. His gaze hardened. And with unwavering determination, he spoke the words that echoed in his soul.
At that exact moment—
Miles away.
Unaware of the brother he had never known, Silver, standing on a different battlefield with the same fire burning in his chest—
"There is only one thing I desire—to free my mother from the prison that has become his home." Silver and Champ spoke the very same words.
Two voices.
Two souls.
Two unknown brothers, standing on opposite sides of a war neither of them fully understood.
And yet—
Their hearts beat for the same purpose but with different resolve.
Champ—fighting to complete the missing piece of his heart.
Silver—fighting to earn his redemption.
Neither of them had any idea that the other existed.
They walked separate paths, lived separate lives, each carrying their own burdens—never knowing that the blood running through their veins was the same.
Neither of them knew that fate had already woven their destinies together, long before this moment.
That every step they had taken, every battle they had fought, had been leading them to this singular point in time.
But despite the distance, despite the unknown—
One undeniable truth bound them together.
No matter the cost.
No matter the sacrifices they would have to make.
They were coming.
Both of them.
For the same person.
For the same reason.
They were coming to free their Omega mother, Alaric.
And nothing—not an army of guards, not the steel walls that had caged him for years, not even the monsters who had claimed power over his life—
Would stop them.
End of Chapter 36