[Last week of summer]
The busy streets of the city, the blinding and dazzling lights, the figures in different shapes and heights walking and sauntering on the sidewalks, cars honking and running on the highway, cars stopping by the red light, and the music coming from the huge LCD screen attached on the billboard above a building, was like waves of water for Knox or a distant background excluding him from such a jovial and bright atmosphere.
The noises drowned his heavy panting, the rapid movement of the people hid his panic and shivering, and their chatters and laughter buried his quivering whispers of help.
For an omega like him, none seemed to mind even when he was being chased. In this world where he lives, omegas are treated like breeding horses. If you were chased or assaulted, then it was your fault for releasing your pheromones and attracting lustful alphas. No one will believe you if you say otherwise.
Knox knew very well what an omega like him would end up on, so he tried his best to hide it and assumed another secondary gender. However, after years of successfully wearing his mask, a slight mistake occurred and everything he did was reduced to waste.
The mask he wore was shattered right in his very face, by his own hands.
Knox laughed bitterly as he walked to the edge of the sidewalk. He always said he'd be different. No alpha can make him grovel and beg, yet that night, he was the one who lost control. He was the one who threw all his efforts in vain.
Now, Knox felt like a fugitive, running away from everything, even from himself.
He ran across the streets, clutching his damp clothes on his chest. He waved a taxi.
"To City Airport."
The driver silently steered the wheel and drove ahead, stealing a glance from the fragile-looking man whose shirt was hugging his chest. The old driver shook his head in pity and sighed. Then, he continued driving in silence.
"Young man, the night breeze is cold, wear this at least," the driver handed an old jacket to Knox. It was his jacket, but seeing the pitiful state of his passenger, he wouldn't be able to sleep at night if he let him leave like that.
Knox hesitated accepting the jacket. However, he knew he wasn't in the position to refuse. His shirt was hugging his body and because it was thin and damp, it was almost transparent. He bowed to the old man and mumbled a 'thank you' before he went out and wore the jacket.
Knox waved the taxi goodbye. Then, he entered the airport, holding the ticket and his passport in his pocket.
This will be the last time he'll step foot in that city. He promised himself. Because he knows, that if he ever comes back, then his life will be over. Nothing good will come, meeting that man again...
[Three months ago]
Walking in the middle of a lecture always catches unwanted attention combined with glares from the instructor and some occasional snickering from conceited and self-proclaimed good students of the year. It is a dreadful predicament for any student. So, instead of proceeding, Knox passed the corner where his class was and headed to the stairs.
He might as well go back home, change his clothes, and accept that part-time gig his friend asks him to do.
"Knox! Thank you for coming, dude!"
Knox lazily waved his hand to his friend who went ahead and jumped him by the shoulder. Knox grunted irritably and pushed Franz away.
"Oho! Is that how you treat someone who's helping you?! Where's your conscience?" Franz cupped his chest and acted hurt.
Knox rolled his eyes and replied insincerely, "Alright, alright. I'm sorry. I was late for school because my last part-time job forced me to overtime. I'm pissed."
Franz chuckled, "Geez. Then, I don't think you should serve. You'll scare away the customers."
"What should I do, then? You said you'll give me work," Knox insisted. He already skipped his class for today. He needs to earn so that his day won't be wasted.
"How about giving out flyers in the streets? I'll pay you a minimum hourly rate."
Knox's face brightened. If it's giving flyers, then that's an easy job! And the minimum hourly rate in that city can buy three meals.
"I'll give you extra if you manage to give them away, not just throw them in the bin, understood?!" Franz said sternly.
Knox nodded too quickly. He was seduced by the three-meal salary per hour. Now, he has to endure the heat inside a tiger mascot while giving out flyers. After walking far from the coffee shop and diner, the flyers finally ran out.
Breathing heavily, he took off the headpiece.
'Ah, the air here is so fresh…'
Knox glanced around. The park was clean and quiet. People were walking distance away from where he was. Knox sighed in relief. He doesn't need to be vigilant of his surroundings, since no one is around. And because the area was isolated, he let his pheromones out.
The doctor said that always suppressing the pheromones in the body can be harmful. It will accumulate inside until all the uncirculated pheromones explode and make him unstable. Pheromones need to be released regularly, but doing so might be dangerous, especially to someone who doesn't have a partner like him.
The doctor suggested a more effective method rather than simply releasing them into the surroundings. The method is through sexual intercourse. Even without a partner, he can go and engage in one-night stands. But that would be the last thing Knox would do.
Besides, he's hiding the fact that he's an omega, even to his closest friends. He's been doing that ever since he stepped into college. Omegas are treated like sluts and whores by the majority of the public since many cases of unregistered and sudden pheromone showers that caused mayhem in public involved an omega.
People think that they're always in heat as if nothing of the lectures about the sub-genders in school were instilled in their minds.
A pheromone shower can only be created by an alpha. They do that to claim or attract an omega to them, and the omegas, if unmated, are weak to an alpha's pheromone. They will feel fuzzy and their heads will turn into mush, in the worst-case scenario, they can go into heat.
So, then, whose fault it is? The alphas should be blamed, but since they are at the top of the food chain and the gender hierarchy, they became the victim and the omegas became the sex maniacs instead.
Similar to the concept of the pheromone shower, omegas have something like that as well. They called it 'pheromone bloom'.
It is an omega's way of telling an alpha they want them. The omega's pheromone released in bloom can only be smelled by the alpha they targeted. Mostly, alphas can choose to refuse or accept the invite, but sometimes, an alpha who suffers difficulty from pheromone control can lose their mind to the scent and can turn into a beast starved of meat.
They answer but more aggressively and forcefully. So, it is advised for omegas to know the alpha's condition first before sending them a pheromone bloom.
Knox inhaled more relaxed after releasing all his pent-up pheromones. It wasn't much since he is a recessive omega, but he still needs to clear up his body.
Thud!
Knox's shoulders jump in surprise after hearing that sound. He stood and glanced around. He could swear he heard something. Walking a few steps down the concrete bleachers in the park, he came upon a motionless body.
"Hey!"
Knox hurriedly went and flipped over the unconscious body. The head of the tiger rolled down the stairs because he unconsciously threw them in a hurry. It rolled and smacked the motionless man in the head.
"Pfft."
'It's not right to laugh at someone who fainted, Knox,' he scolded himself but the trace of a goofy grin was still in his face.
The man groaned and stirred, "Ugh…"
Knox slapped the man's face with the tiger's paw since he was still wearing the bodice of the costume. The man slowly opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was a furry chest looming over him.
The scream stuck in his throat and his eyeballs rolled back again.
"Hey, mister! Wake up!"
The tiger's paw was soft, so no matter how many times Knox slapped the man, he didn't budge or wake up again. Panicking, he stood and glanced around.
"Why is this park so unvisited?!"
Judging from the man's clothes, he was running. At this time in the day, when the sun was already ninety degrees in the sky, this man still went for a run? Knox shook his head in disbelief. From the looks of it, the man was still breathing. He sighed in relief.
Although the man's body was hot, and his face was flushed, added to his heavy breathing, Knox could tell he was suffering from a fever. A run in the middle of the day and a fever in summer? The man was utterly unlucky and idiotic.
With his body heavy from the costume, Knox couldn't do anything but drag the man in the shade. He searched for the man's phone and dialed the emergency hotline, then waited beside him until the ambulance arrived.
After sending the ambulance with a look, Knox picked up the tiger's head and went back to the coffee shop. That day was tiring, but a stupid smile was etched on his face.
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The male doctor, carrying his chart and diagnosis in hand, stopped in front of the door to the VIP room. Behind him were another three doctors whose faces were whiter than the coats they wore.
Beyond the door, was one of the major shareholders in the hospital they work in, thus, all four doctors specializing in gender development rushed in to show their faces, even when they all looked like there was something stuck in their throats.
The male doctor sighed. Everyone knew how scary the man behind the door was, so they were all readying themselves.
The door opened and the four of them entered. However, the male doctor stopped by the entrance, covering his nose in haste, while looking at the air in shock. Because he was an alpha, he could see the thick scent of pheromones enveloping the room.
"Eek!"
Those behind the male doctor were betas. Normally, betas couldn't see or feel pheromones, but because the scent permeated the room was abnormally high. The three beta doctors behind him lurched and clamped their stomachs, covering their noses. Their breathing became strenuous with their faces turned whiter and whiter.
The male doctor stepped into the room quickly, slamming the door behind him. He looked at the patient with difficulty and said, "Mind retracting your pheromones, Mr. Del Valle? How can we treat you if you poison us with your scent?"
The patient, who was seated on the single-seater sofa rather than on the bed, answered haughtily without looking at the male doctor, "Do you think I'll end up in this damned place if I can control it at will?"
The male doctor replied with an obvious dislike, "No. But at least your scent isn't like this yesterday. However, judging by your constant glaring on the tablet, you were enraged, which made your pheromones poisonous to weaker individuals. Calm your nerves and the scent will ease."
The patient cackled viciously, veins popping up his neck, he scowled at the doctor and said, "I'm furious, indeed. Be grateful I'm not thrashing this place and destroying everything here."
"What made you this furious?"
The mad patient replied sharply, "That son of a b*tch who made me like this hasn't yet been found! How dare an omega to offer me his bloom? I was minding my business jogging in the park and that b*tch dare and attack me!"
A knock on the door broke the patient's wrathful speech. The male doctor looked back and saw a man in a black suit entering, flinching for a moment from the thick scent inside the room before proceeding to walk toward the enraged patient.
The patient threw the tablet on the table. It landed with a loud thud, making the man's shoulders jump. He spat with subdued anger, "Did you find that insolent tiger?"
The male doctor who moved to the corner suddenly had an elephant's ear. His face gaped in disbelief at what he heard, thinking to himself – even a tiger tried to mate with him?!
The man in the suit bowed and answered nervously, "No, sir. The area where he was sitting wasn't covered by CCTV. The only footage caught was when he was wearing the mascot."
"Then find where the mascot belongs!"
"We narrowed the area, sir, but we didn't find any nearby establishment that uses a tiger as their mascot. We found a rabbit, a cat, even a platypus—
The male doctor restrained his laughter, but his shoulders trembled from doing so. The man in black bowed his head even more so that his chin almost stabbed his neck already after receiving a death glare. He was sweating profusely.
The patient, who doesn't look like a patient at all, slammed his hand on the armrest of the sofa and yelled, "Find him. Search the city or the zoos if you must!"
"Yes, sir!"
The male doctor cleared his throat after the door closed. He caught the attention of the seething unlikely patient in a hospital gown while sitting on the couch with crossed legs and folded arms. The alpha male doctor couldn't help but admire him and think – he was the only one who could pull off such a model look while wearing a striped hospital gown.
Then, he approached the patient carefully and asked, "Can I proceed with the check-up now, Mr. Del Valle?"
With a silent nod, the doctor proceeded as planned. He measured the patient's pheromone count. The measuring device beeped while the numbers on the screen went higher and higher until it stopped.
The male doctor sighed and shook his head, "You've got high blood pressure. Lower your intake of anger and bathe in cold water if possible."
"Continue this sh*t and I'll kick you out."
The doctor laughed and sat on the opposite seat. He laid the device on the table, the screen facing the patient along with the digital chart where all his diagnoses were written.
Then, the doctor began, "You had difficulty in releasing your pheromone before, resulting in your unstable conditions. The pheromones that accumulated in your body exploded because of the omega you met. This is the reason why you're experiencing a loss of control right now.
"And there's a higher chance that the schedule of your rut will be disturbed since you're experiencing the earlier symptoms now, when it should start in a month, based on your schedule."
The patient furrowed his brows, "Then it means that once I release all the accumulated pheromones, I will go back to normal?"
"Hardly," the male doctor answered without hesitation. The patient's face darkened, so the doctor continued, "Your condition isn't normal in the first place. Alphas and omegas have to release their pheromone regularly to prevent implications. It can be done in two ways, but you, Mr. Del Valle, have a hard time releasing them unless you're in a rut.
"Your rut's every three months, and within that span, the pheromones unspent inside you is what causes your senses to dull and you faint in the slightest amount of unpleasant pheromone scents around you. You have to release them in large quantities at least twice a month or daily in smaller bits."
The male doctor swiped the chart and zoomed in on a particular part, "However, look at your recent result, after you experienced that omega bloom, your pheromone count is higher, but your conditions stabilized. Not just because you're releasing them right now, but because the omega's scent is compatible with yours."
The doctor looked at the patient with serious eyes, "A possible reason why you can't control your pheromones to retreat at will right now, is because you're unconsciously wanting to accept the omega's bloom."
The patient's body froze except for his twitching eyebrow. Disgust and disbelief mixed in his face.
The doctor, suppressing the grin on his face from his cousin's predicament, grabbed the chart and covered his lower face, while suggesting, "I agree that you must find him even if you search the zoos, cousin. He might be of help to you."
Azrael's face darkened even more.
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