Chapter 2

Fated mates were the ones that god gave us to love and cherish. Anyone could be your mate regardless the gender, both primary or secondary, social status, or age.

As soon as a person turns 18 years old, they can sense their fated mate, and the day before a person turns 18, they would undergo an extreme heat cycle. This kind of cycle would only last for one night.

I'm well-sheltered with love. My parents were also fated mates. I can't help but envy their love for each other. So I grew up thinking I'd experience the same passion they shared.

"Hmm..."

I opened my eyes as soon as all shit processed in my dumb mind. I tried to get out the bed. I tried, but this damn body of mine failed me again.

I'm naked underneath the blankets, and I can feel every inch of me aching.

I was all alone in this strange room. However, I noticed the used bathrobe on the table and knew instantly that I didn't spend my night alone. I was with someone here last night.

The last thing I remember was that I was with John in a karaoke hub, and the following events yesterday were blurry.

'John! Right, John must be with me, right?' I convinced myself.

"John? Motherfucker, come out!" I yelled, hoping that bastard would answer me and he was just in the bathroom, but damn, no one answered me! "JOHN, YOU BITCH! COME OUT!" No answered.

"Calm down, Kyle. Try to remember what happened last night."

So I came to the Karaoke hub with John. He's singing there. Then, everything is hot. Then, I went out... then... fuck. I can't remember.

"Fuuuck!" I covered myself with a blanket, and it smelled... sweet?

Badum.

My heart suddenly beats vigorously. It's so fast. "Haaah..." I breathe excessively. I looked underneath the blanket, and I confirmed one thing. I have an erection.

Even with an unstable body condition, I go to the bathroom. I don't care if I'm crawling on the floor. I need to confirm the hypothesis building in my mind.

When I reached the bathroom, I opened its door and dragged myself in front of the sink. I held onto it, so I could see myself in the mirror, and I almost collapsed when I saw my reflection. In absolute horror, I tilted my head and saw something on my neck.

It's a bite mark. Someone marked me.

Bite Mark is a lifetime body mark; even death can't remove it from a body. Once someone is marked, they can only love and make love with the one who marked them. If they tried to do it with someone else, the mark would sting and cause extreme pain, in worst-case scenarios, death.

Fated mates or not, someone could mark another person. Thus, even if you met your fated mate, if you're marked already, fated mates will only mean nothing to you. Unless your partner died. The old mark will remain on your body, but you can be partners with someone else.

I tried my best not to cry. I'd been so reckless. I'm so stupid.

I felt my body numb, my knees failed to work, and I fell on the bathroom floor. "Ack..." I moaned in pain.

I gathered myself and cleaned my body. I tried to endure my aching body and hailed a taxi. I arrived home and good thing my parents weren't there.

I dived into my bed when I arrived at my room and cried all day until I fell asleep.

I'm so tired. My mind was not functioning well. I don't fucking know what to do.

A week and a half passed, but I never told my parents about that incident. I chose to stay quiet about it. I used plaster to conceal my recently bitten neck. I can't be seen with this, especially when I'm clueless about the person who bit me.

The day after I had physical contact with the person who marked me, I went to the hospital to ask for a doctor's opinion.

Even though I'm a recessive, the chances of getting pregnant are high since I had intercourse in the middle of my heat.

I'm scared. What if I got pregnant? I don't even know who's that bastard who fucked and marked me. He just left me in that hotel room, for fuck's sake!

"You're safe. There's a sign of penetration. However, there's no sperm present, and I can assure you that you will not get pregnant," The doctor said.

I tried not to cry at that moment. All the worries inside my mind vanished. I can't take it if that bastard knotted inside me.

"However," he added. "Even though you're not on heat, your body emits pheromones. I advise you to keep in touch with the dominant alpha that marked you and any Dominant Alpha near you for at least a week. Dominant alpha's scent will help your pheromones to circulate normally,"

"I know it's hard to find Dominant Alphas these days. Still, if your body emits these potent pheromones, you might attract other Alphas. Pheromones drive Alphas wild; I don't know what will happen to you if you keep attracting other Alphas."

"Doctor, how come I went into the heat cycle? I'm a recessive, and I should have my heat cycle next month since that was my 18th birthday!" I said.

"Hmm... that's pretty strange." He said. He gets some papers in his drawer. "I've never encountered this kind of incident before. Maybe your omega pheromones were mature enough; that is why this incident happened. However, I'm still not sure if that's the real reason. Would you mind taking more tests to find out?" I shook my head. That's enough. Everything happened already. I can't just change it even if I find out the reason.

I left the hospital dumbfounded. I thought everything was fine, but it turned out not.

All my life, I only knew one Dominant Alpha, my father. My father is a Dominant male Alpha, and my mother is a Dominant male Omega. At the same time, both of my older brothers are Recessive Alpha.

For one week, I stayed at our house. I told my parents that I was not feeling well. They were so protective of me. Both of them stayed by my side, which was good since my father's pheromones helped my pheromones normalize.

"Are you sure that you're okay?" Mother asked.

I smiled. "Yes, mother, I'm okay now. I want to attend class today. " he smiled. I felt someone tap my shoulder. It was my father.

"If that's the case, I'll take you to your academy," Father said. "Is John coming with us?" I shook my head.

After that incident, John never contacted me. I have yet to receive a phone call from him. I tried to call him, but he didn't answer his phone. Usually, whenever I was sick, John would come into our house and pester me until I felt better.

Weird. Is that bastard dead? Did he really jump off the rooftop? I shook my head to erase those thoughts out of my head.

Before we left our house, I ensured the plaster was correctly patched. Mother came with us to my academy.

When we arrived, I kissed my parents goodbye. "I'm going."

"Take care!" Both said in unison.

As I reached the classroom, my classmates immediately asked me if I was okay. We're close since we're all been classmates since last year during our 11th year.

"Yes, I'm fine. Still alive and kicking." We all laughed, then my gaze went to John's seat. "Where's John?"

"John has been absent since you got sick." Leo, one of my classmates, said. "Mr. Augustus never told us why he's absent when we tried to ask him." He added.

That's strange. First, he didn't contact me, and now, he's absent without saying anything? What the fuck happened to that bastard?

The class returned to their seats when our adviser, Mr. Augustus, entered the room. John was still away, and our class was about to start. Mr. Augustus roamed his eyes in the classroom, and our eyes met.

"Oh, Kyle, you're here. Are you okay now?" I nodded.

"Yes, sir. I'm fine." I smiled. "Ahm... Mr. Augustus, where's John?" I asked. I'm inquisitive about what happened to that bastard.

"John... oh yes! Thanks for reminding me, Kyle." He said. "John is no longer your classmate. I received a call from his mother saying that their family was moving to the next city. They said that they'll transfer John to an academy there."

Mr. Augustus' words are stuck in my head. I don't think my mind could process and accept those. Did John leave this city? But why? He was born and raised here! What do his parents have in their minds?!

I tried to focus on the discussion, but my mind seemed to malfunction. All I want now is to leave the room and find a place to breathe.

When the afternoon bell rang, I grabbed my bag and left the room. I don't care if the teachers will mark me as cutting classes. Right now, I just don't give a fuck.

I let my feet dictate where I should go. I need to be thinking better. I'm still thinking about the possible reason for John's departure. But still, I can't think of any.

I'm walking without any directions.

"I'm sorry," I said. I bumped into someone.

"Sorry?" He chuckled sarcastically. "Look at my shirt! You spilled my drink all over my shirt!" I looked at his shirt; there was a stain on it. I took my wallet, got some bills, and handed it to him.

"Just buy a new shirt." I pushed the money towards him and then walked away.

"Hey!" I felt him chase after me. He snatched my hand. "You---!" He yelled but stopped and sniffed the air. "This scent..." he sniffed again. "I knew it!"

"Let go!" I tried to pull my wrist from him.

"Calm down, little boy..." he said. "Are you perhaps an omega?"

At that moment, I knew I was in big trouble.

-DriewNrocinu