Chapter 10

When I heard him wash in the shower, my nausea and vertigo returned. "What's wrong with me?" considered I. I got out of bed and went into the kitchen, almost running to the sink to throw up. I could feel heat pouring from deep within my body as I stood there barely breathing.

I mumbled, "No," before releasing a choking breath and opening the cabinet.

My limbs began to tremble.

"Fuck... Hold on... No," as everything around me started to blur in my eyes, I took the pill out of the tiny plastic bottle.

"What is it?" After grabbing the drawer's handle from beneath the countertop, I felt a strong shiver and almost fell.

"S…suppressants…" In response, I prayed to all the gods that he would permit me to take the medication.

"Are you really that dim?" My cheeks were immediately pinched by his palm, forcing me to stare directly at him.

'No…' Deep within of me, I felt something ripped. His eyes were different from those of a typical human, as I could see. 'No… That cannot be true... Ranold Hamilton: Is he an alpha?

"No…" I moved his hand away in an attempt to get away when I suddenly felt a surge of energy inside.

'No… That couldn't be real... No… I don't want to.' His powerful hands snatched me from behind and pulled me to his hot, fucking hot body as I started sobbing and twisting around to escape away aimlessly.

His palm immediately came between my buttocks, patting my wet pants and making my asshole twitch like a devil. I shook and moaned, feeling the tears on my cheek.

"Your body accepts me; why don't you?" I moaned, grabbing his arm around my waist as he underlined the word "don't."

"No…" He turned me to the dining table while I sobbed, and I instinctively put my hands on it as if I were prepared to comply with all of his demands. "I don't want to... I don't want to be a horny whore..."

My body started to tremble as soon as I felt his fingers inside of me, and I felt as though I had been waiting for that moment my entire life.

"No…" I pleaded softly as I felt his hot body incline toward me. "I'm afraid... I'll become addicted to it... I don't want to..."

I started wailing and mumbling while I was crying. What was happening baffled me. I could feel myself getting hot. The tears had blurred my vision, but I could still feel my body wanting him even if I couldn't see anything clearly. My body desired to have the alpha behind me. And with its overt arousal, that was the scariest part of all.

He spoke in a strong voice close to my ear, as if he were speaking directly into my thoughts, "For good or ill." His heated palms pressed on my waist, saying, "In happiness or sadness." I moaned from the bottom of my chest as I felt the first thrust strike deep inside my writhing insides. He leaned on me, lifted my leg off the table, and forced me even closer to the chilly surface of the table as he said, "Till death do us part."

The things he said to me have stayed in the back of my mind. I was clenching my fists and wailing so loudly that I couldn't believe I could do it with my voice. " Till death do us part." I realized then that our marriage was not a random accident brought about by a chain of circumstances. It was more than simply a marriage contract for Ranold Hamilton. It went beyond simple spousal responsibilities. I experienced it first with my heart, then with my head, and last with my body. For the rest of my life, I was completely his. I wouldn't be able to choose anyone else. I could never do this to anyone else. He would always be there for me, no matter what.

"Please…" The feelings that were consuming me caused me to gasp as I urged him once more. "At least... Please let me leave before it is too late. My first day of classes... is tomorrow..."

He did nothing but give me long, gentle kisses in turn. And kept me from leaving for the entire four days.

***

Friday dawned, and I was awake. It was still early. My husband remained asleep. I was unsure of whether to be enraged or grateful toward him. I wanted to murder him, but at the same time... Considering that I didn't object, and it appeared that I was enjoying it somewhat, I decided to show mercy to him after remembering how fantastic I had felt. It seemed to be very appealing to my body, at least. In any case, I was ashamed to realize that I enjoyed everything he did to me.

'I feel oddly, although... I feel… I feel…' I suddenly started feeling irritated with myself as I was thinking, 'I feel okay.' Considering everything he did, including pushing me into the table, how could I possibly feel alright?

I let out a sigh and briefly closed my eyes.

'But wasn't it kind of nice?' I instantly recall him giving me a blowjob, blushing, pressing the stop button rapidly, and kicking me off the bus as if I had been punched in the back. This was on a busy morning bus.

'Shit… How did that happen?' I felt as though I had just finished a marathon because of my rapid breathing. 'Why does this keep coming to mind?'

I sat down on the bench and sighed once more.

'Perhaps it was too soon to go to university?' I didn't know what was going on. I vividly recalled every aspect of those endlessly wild days.

'I have to take everything in.' I then took a deep breath. 'My first day at university, oh my. Just try to stay out of trouble, Olivier.'

I instantly had the munchies. I hadn't eaten anything for those four days, so I was obviously starving. Only that weird water, which my husband gave me, prevented my death.

I got off the bus near the university. I crossed two bus stops on my way to the main entrance. Students filled the pleasant bench-lined square in front of the main corps. There were a lot of them, and they were all chatting about different things. I entered a spacious corridor with steep stairs and a high ceiling, which helped to take my attention away from my inner thoughts. I strolled over to the stand where my name and schedule were posted. I downloaded the app right away and registered. I found the room number and my lectures. There were already a few pupils present.

"Ooow, are you a novice?" I heard someone singing in a pleasant voice, and I then noticed a handsome omega boy approaching me. "Hey there! What is your name?"

The boys chuckled at the first desk, "Look, our Poppy-Pants finds himself a new victim."

Omega near me simply poked out his tongue at them.

He gave me his hand and said, "Ethan."

I gently replied, "Olivier."

"Okay, Olivier, let's be buddies."

And from that point on, our friendship started.

"Oh, ew, those alphas!" I knew we'd become best friends the minute Ethan cringed at his desk.

I replied with great knowledge, "Oh, yes."

"Oh my god! Are you married?" Ethan exclaimed as he took my hand in his and looked at the ring.

"Erm… Just the..." I wasn't sure what to say in response.

'Fucking Ranold Hamilton. With his fucking ring. With his fucking marriage,' I thought.

As I was about to lose all respect as the "free" omega, the professor suddenly entered the theater and saved me. It was time for the first lecture. The most terrifying part was when he started checking the pupils' attendance. I dreaded the letter "H" becoming the Judgment Day because then everyone would know that I was married to the most well-known person in all of New Orleans. But the hoped-for arrived far sooner than I anticipated. I wasn't even certain that I had understood that at first.

"What?" I questioned in front of a packed classroom.

The professor said, "Olivier Michel Garcin," again.

"Say present, it's your name," Ethan muttered.

I nodded, saying, "Present."

"Olivier?" asked the professor once more.

Ethan whispered, "Raise your hand," and then said it out loud. "Mr. Addinton, he's here."

"Ethan, I appreciate your help, but I like it better when students respond on their own. It helps them grow as individuals."

"S-sorry," Ethan offered him a fake smile and extended my hand.

***

"I'm really hungry," I replied, viewing numerous dishes and snacks at the cafe. "If I could, I would devour a bear."

"That's for sure, I agree. You seem to have had many amusing days recently, "I noticed a strange smirk from Ethan as he raised his brows.

"What? No!" I headed to the table after grabbing my tray. "What did that mean exactly?" I questioned in confusion while having my late breakfast.

"Don't be so timid, please. You all smell like sex. And not just regular seex," He expanded the word "sex" to include everything to me for those reasons, but in reality, he only made me more irritated. "Like extremely good sex," He gave me a friendly smile while supporting his chin with his hand. "I have no idea who your lover is, but he is undoubtedly very skilled. Is that true?"

"Stop, Ethan. Just a little request: tone down the excitement," I asked him while instinctively sniffing my shoulder and didn't find anything he had previously warned me about.

Since I showered twice that morning, I just did not smell as strongly as Ethan claimed. However, there was a faint scent of Ranold Hamilton and his fragrances or something like. He might also be overly sensitive to other people's scents.

"You have your period? With him, you did it, right?" He repeated his question.

"Wai… N… No, Ethan. The discussion has ended. I'm not going to say anything," I spoke to him firmly.

Ethan responded, "Well, well, Mr. Wimp. Simply said, I don't believe it's anything you should be afraid of, and I believe it's crucial to talk about and share the experience. You still have a choice if not, though."

Ethan took me around the university's campus. He provided all of the information I requested and informed me of the lecturers. In fact, there were only two omegas in our bunch. When Ethan finally met me, another omega, he was overjoyed. As Ethan and I were reading classical literature in the university library, something unexpected came up. "Oh my god."

"What happened?" I looked at him and inquired.

"A new picture was posted by Hamilton."

"What?" I was astounded.

'Did I hear that right? He stated Hamilton?' I thought.

"Look!" I saw a picture of myself on an aircraft, dozing off on the seat with the hood over my head.

"What?" I snatched his phone out of his hands and glanced at the screen to see myself.

'Ranold Hamilton, you scumbag! Screw his phone! Fuck his...everything!' I let out a mental scream.

"Oh my goodness, look at that post; it's so adorable. "I brought a blanket for my spouse because someone fell asleep on the flight." He is incredibly compassionate. The precise gender of his spouse, though, remains a mystery. He recently broke up with the attractive omega model I knew he had dated. You know, there are many rumors floating around about it. But I believe, I'm certain, that's an omega."

'How many "likes"?' The sight of 500,000 likes on the post made my eyes enlarge. I paid no attention to what Ethan was saying. 'How many people does he have as followers?' As Ethan abruptly grabbed his phone out of my hands, I turned to the webpage.

"Sorry, Olivier, but I have to leave. Next time, let's talk about that, alright?" He quickly made his way to the door after grabbing his bag.

"Wait! Ethan, hold on!" I followed him while screaming behind him. "Hold on a second!"

I dashed down the hallway before showing up on the porch. Ethan swiftly climbed into someone's car after descending the stairs. My path was abruptly blocked by a black sport bike as I screamed once again and hurried to the road. Ranold Hamilton appeared. That was him. Wearing a fancy sports jacket and a black helmet. On the motorcycle.

I looked at the automobile at the end of the road where Ethan was when he said, "Sit," and handed me the helmet.

I quickly put the helmet on and sat next to my husband with my hands around his waist. We moved as the motorcycle's engine roared loudly. We followed Ethan's automobile all the way up to the entry-exit, where we parted ways. He made a right turn, and we made a left, heading straight towards the airport.