Chapter 7: What is this feeling?

Champ's POV

(A sudden sneeze interrupts my thoughts.)

(Achoo!)

Ugh! I've been sneezing non-stop!

Is someone thinking about me?

Whoever it is—please, just stop!

Right now, I'm completely alone in my house, enjoying a well-deserved moment of relaxation. I'm stretched out on my ridiculously soft bed, letting all my worries melt away.

A cooling face mask is plastered over my skin, making me feel refreshed, and slices of cucumber rest on my eyes, banishing any signs of exhaustion or dark circles.

Finally, some peace and quiet after a long and tiring day with the Beta Males and Jiggs.

Here, in my own space, I can do whatever I want.

I never really used to do things like this, but lately, I've started to enjoy taking care of myself.

Is this what being an Omega is doing to me?

But regardless of that, I'm still strong—unyielding. I proved that much during my last training session with the Beta males. None of them could keep up with me, collapsing one by one while I kept going.

And yet people still have the nerve to say Omegas are weak? Ha! They can die on that hill for all I care.

The most important thing, though, is that no one has discovered my secret.

No one knows that I'm an Omega.

Deux might figure it out someday, but as long as I stay away from him, I'll be safe.

As long as I keep my distance, he won't uncover the truth about me.

...

Wait.

Damn it. I need to pee.

Why does this always happen the moment I get comfortable?!

Groaning, I forced myself out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom.

And that's when it happened.

The second I reached down to take care of business, my eyes widened in horror.

What the hell?!

My... my manhood—it's shrinking even more and more?!

Even without measuring, I could see it slowly being more limp!

This isn't fair!

How is this happening so fast?!

Justice for Omega males!

I gawked at myself in disbelief.

I always knew my body would change over time, but this? This was just cruel.

Then, a terrifying thought struck me.

I'm an Omega male.

If an Alpha male ever... impregnated me...

Where the hell would the baby come out from?!

Don't tell me from my poor ass?

Nope. Nope. Nope!

I shook my head violently, trying to banish the horrifying image that threatened to take root in my mind.

No way. I refuse to think about that.

And yet... shouldn't I at least know?

Wouldn't it be better to figure this out now rather than later—just in case?

The second I finished my business, I rushed back to my bedroom, grabbed my Guide Book for Omegas, and flipped through the pages.

I skimmed through every chapter, searching desperately for answers.

Nothing.

Not a single detail.

Figures. This book is clearly written for Omega females, not Omega males.

Annoyed but with nothing better to do, I sighed and continued reading anyway.

At the very least, I might find something useful.

📕Guide Book for Omegas 📕

Omega Heat Stage & Pregnancy:

An Omega can experience a heat stage unexpectedly, at any time. In many cases, a sudden and intense attraction toward an Alpha male can trigger an immediate heat stage, especially if the Omega harbors a deep desire for that Alpha. The stronger the longing, the more likely the heat will take hold, overriding all logic and self-control.

The first symptom signaling the onset of heat is an intense, almost unbearable pain in the lower abdomen. The pain is so severe that it renders the Omega nearly immobile, unable to move properly until the stage progresses. This initial phase lasts for a day.

Once the pain subsides, it is replaced by an overwhelming surge of libido. The Omega's body ignites with heat, desperate for release—desperate for an Alpha male.

At this point, an Omega's judgment becomes clouded. Rational thought disappears, and the only thing their mind can comprehend is the burning desire to be claimed and bred by an Alpha male.

If an Alpha claims them and marks them, their mind will go blank, and they will become utterly submissive to the Alpha who has left his mark.

Whether they desire it or not, their body will compel them to surrender. Their instincts will take over, driving them to do anything necessary to ensure they are impregnated.

Only once the Alpha has planted his seed inside the Omega will the heat begin to subside slowly.

But this is just the beginning.

Once the Omega carries the Alpha's child, they will remain under the Alpha's protection. From that moment onward, the Alpha will keep them close, watching over them until they give birth.

During pregnancy, the Alpha will confine the Omega to his home to ensure their safety.

Do not fear—an Alpha male will go to great lengths to ensure both the Omega mom and their unborn child remain healthy. They will provide shelter, food, and unwavering protection, securing a stable environment for their growing family.

However, an Omega's struggles do not end there.

Even while carrying an Alpha's child, an Omega remains in a vulnerable state—still susceptible to heat stages. In the worst-case scenario, an Omega in heat can become impregnated by multiple Alpha males.

Alphas, by nature, are territorial. They will claim what they believe belongs to them. The first Alpha who mates with an Omega will do everything in his power to guard them.

But beyond the walls of his protection, other Alpha males will be watching, waiting for the opportunity to claim the Omega for themselves.

Until the Omega's heat stage naturally subsides, they will continue to attract Alphas.

This is the lurking danger for an Omega.

If an Omega becomes impregnated by multiple Alpha males, carrying several offspring at once, their body will not be able to withstand the strain.

In the worst-case scenario, it will result in death—for both the Omega and the unborn children.

This is the truth about the Omega heat cycle and pregnancy.

Champ's POV

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.

I felt like I had just read something straight out of a horror book.

My hands instinctively moved to my stomach, my mind racing.

What if—

What if I lose control?

What if my heat stage overtakes me?

What if—what if I end up surrounded by Alpha males, desperate to claim me? To impregnate me!

Like they will take turn one after another!

Waaahh!

My stomach clenched. I could almost see it happening.

I would be powerless.

Trapped.

And in the end—my body would betray me.

No.

No!

I refuse to let that happen!

With a sharp breath, I slammed the guidebook shut. That was enough information for now—I had learned more than I ever wanted to know.

I couldn't allow myself to experience what I just read.

Luckily, I had my suppressant—SupprOmega.

As long as I had it, I could keep the heat at bay.

As long as I had it, no Alpha male would ever touch me.

I would make sure of it.

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The Next Day...

I was sitting in the university cafeteria, surrounded by my usual group—Jiggs and the four Beta males: Marsh, Gem, Martin, and Daryl. It was lunchtime, and all of us had brought our packed meals, ready to dig in.

As soon as I took my first bite, though, I noticed something strange.

No one else was eating.

I paused, my chopsticks hovering mid-air, and glanced at them in confusion.

"Why aren't you guys eating? Aren't you hungry?" I asked.

The four Beta males exchanged glances, as if unsure how to respond.

"Master Champ," Marsh finally spoke, "we're not allowed to eat before you. We can only start after you finish your meal."

Wait, what?

I turned to Jiggs, silently asking for confirmation.

He nodded.

"I thought you already knew, Champ. Betas like us aren't supposed to eat until our leader has finished. I wanted to eat with you, but as your best friend and one of your clan member, I have to set an example. You're ranked higher than us, so we have to show proper respect."

"Huh... is that so?" I muttered, deep in thought.

My gaze drifted across the cafeteria, scanning the other Alpha clans nearby.

Sure enough, the pattern was clear—the Alpha leaders ate first, while their Beta subordinates sat quietly, waiting their turn.

So, this was how things worked.

I never knew about that!

I let out a deep breath and turned back to my group.

"Well, that's not how we do things in the Champ Clan." I smirked. "From now on, you guys eat with me."

"But, Champ..." Jiggs hesitated.

"That's an order," I said firmly. "I know for a fact that your stomachs are growling because I've been hearing it since we walked to the cafeteria. I refuse to sit here and eat while my own clan members go hungry. Now, tell me—what happens if we get into a fight with another clan right now? Do you think you'll stand a chance while starving? We'd lose before we even throw a punch."

Jiggs blinked, then let out a chuckle. "You've got a point, Champ."

"Damn right, I do," I said. "So, if I were you, I'd start eating."

Reaching into my bag, I pulled out an extra lunchbox and placed it in the middle of the table.

With a confident flourish, I flipped open the lid, revealing a perfectly cooked stir-fried vegetable dish.

The moment the lid popped open, the rich aroma filled the air.

I watched as my friends leaned in, sniffing the dish like curious puppies. Their eyes practically sparkled with hunger.

Truth be told, I was the one who cooked this.

Back when I was still a Beta, I hated cooking. I wouldn't even bother. I lived off takeout and pre-made meals like a certified lazy bum.

But now that I was an Omega? For some reason—probably thanks to all the weird changes happening to me—I actually liked cooking.

No, scratch that. I loved it!

The process, the aroma, the satisfaction of making something from scratch—it was weirdly fulfilling.

And while I was in that time of cooking this stir-fried veggies standing in my kitchen like some kind of housewife, I am painstakingly preparing a nutritious meal for these guys.

Not because I was forced to.

Not because my brain told me to.

But because something in me just wanted to do it.

I couldn't help it, okay?!

Jiggs took another deep breath, inhaling the scent like it was a luxury perfume. "Wait a minute—you cooked this, Champ? No way! It smells amazing! But... don't you hate cooking?"

"Uh... well..." I stammered, suddenly feeling like I had been caught red-handed.

Before I could think of an excuse since I don't want him to know I cooked it, he gasped dramatically. "AH-HA! I knew it! You totally bought this from somewhere, didn't you? I mean, come on—since when does an Alpha cook? Back when you were a Beta, you always said you'd rather starve than stand in front of a stove! You either ordered food or had someone else cook for you!"

I blinked.

Wait.

This... this could work.

"Yes! That's exactly what happened!" I blurted, nodding furiously. "I totally bought this! You got me!"

Jiggs grinned triumphantly. "Knew it! I swear, the day I see you actually cooking, the world must be ending!"

I laughed along with him, but inside, I was sweating bullets.

Because the truth was...

I had spent an entire hour in the kitchen, wearing an apron, flipping vegetables in a pan like a seasoned chef.

And nobody was going to find out.

"We need to eat healthy too," I said, scooping out portions with my spoon and placing them onto their plates.

The Betas just stared at me, frozen in shock.

Their expressions were almost comical—like I was a parent feeding their kids.

"Uhh, Champ... isn't this a bit too considerate?" Jiggs muttered, looking around nervously. "The other Alpha clans are staring at us. I think they're talking about you."

"Let them," I said with a shrug. "I don't care. Unlike them, I value my clan members. And in my clan, no one eats last and gets a fair share. You all eat well."

Daryl beamed, eyes practically sparkling. "We're seriously lucky to have a leader like you! Master Champ is the reason I wake up in the morning!"

"Don't flatter me. Just eat," I said with a laugh.

As I watched them dig in, a genuine smile formed on my lips.

This was how I wanted to lead.

Unlike other Alpha clans, I didn't want my members to follow me out of fear.

I wanted them to follow me out of respect.

"Our clan really is different from the others, huh?" Jiggs mused, chewing thoughtfully.

"That's right," I said. "And if any of you ever get hungry, let me know. If there's something specific you want for tomorrow, tell me, and I'll cook, I mean buy it for you!"

Jiggs gave me an amused look. "Are you sure you're an Alpha male? You sound more like my Omega mom—always spoiling us."

I raised a brow. "You're talking a lot. If you don't shut up and eat, I'll drag you to my training session later—fist fighting practice. And guess what? You'll be our punching bag."

Jiggs immediately sat up straighter. "Jiggs will now eat quietly." He grinned.

"Good." I smirked back.

There we were, enjoying a peaceful meal, when—bam!—a familiar scent wafted through the air. My nose twitched as the realization hit me like a lightning bolt.

No doubt about it.

Vanilla.

This is Deux's unique scent

That guy is nearby again.

As I scanned the cafeteria, I noticed something odd. The other Alpha clans? They weren't just leaving—they were fleeing. Like a pack of terrified hyenas sensing a lion in the distance. And instead of using the main entrance like normal people, they bolted for the fire exit.

What the hell was going on?

The vanilla scent grew stronger, wrapping around me like an invisible chain, and before I knew it, my own clan members and I were the last ones left in the cafeteria.

Then, the cafeteria doors swung open.

A massive silhouette appeared, backlit by the hallway lights, broad shoulders filling the doorway like some villain making a dramatic entrance in a cheap action movie.

And there he was—Deux.

Strolling in like he owned the place, his five ever-loyal beta males flanking him like bodyguards. His eyes swept over the room before locking onto us.

I stared back. Hard. Like hell I was going to back down.

Jiggs, on the other hand, was not having any of it.

"Uh, Champ... maybe we should, I don't know, leave? I think I'm full. Hehe..." His nervous laugh wasn't helping his case.

"Master Champ," Marsh said in a hushed voice. "The Deux clan... What should we do?"

I picked up a handful of steamed veggies from our meal containers and began distributing them like nothing was happening.

"What should you do? Eat. Ignore them. Focus on your nutrition."

I plopped some more vegetables into their containers. Deux's scent was now overwhelming, crawling into my brain like an itch I couldn't scratch.

Jiggs, however, looked like he'd seen a ghost. His hands trembled as he pointed behind me.

"Ch-Ch-Champ... we have a visitor."

I didn't turn around. Instead, I calmly placed the last portion of steamed veggies into Jiggs' container.

"I said eat. Ignore everyone else."

A deep voice sliced through the air.

"This is pathetic."

Deux's voice.

"You're an Alpha, Champ," he continued. "Yet you sit here, playing house with these betas, treating them like your own children? It's embarrassing. An Alpha should dominate, not babysit. What will the others say when they see this kind of weakness?"

I slammed both hands onto the table. Hard.

The room went silent.

Then, slowly, I stood up.

I met Deux's gaze head-on. "Deux, I don't have time for your nonsense. I'm eating. But if you really want to push your luck, I can skip this meal and give you a fistful of pain instead."

Deux didn't reply right away. He just stared at me, long and hard, like he was trying to mentally disintegrate me on the spot.

Seconds felt like minutes.

Then, finally, he let out a slow breath—hot and heavy, like he was this close to throwing a punch but decided I wasn't worth the effort. Without another word, he turned around and left.

His beta males lingered for a second, shuffling awkwardly, probably debating whether they should follow him or start some trouble of their own.

Before they could decide, I waved a hand dismissively.

"Tell your dear leader to get his life together. He's clearly losing his mind. Maybe a good night's sleep and some actual food and vitamins would help."

That was all it took. They scrambled after Deux like scared puppies.

I let out a deep sigh and dropped back into my seat.

Finally.

But just as I picked up my chopsticks, a round of applause erupted from my clan members.

I blinked.

"What... are you guys doing?"

"Master Champ, that was amazing!" Daryl grinned. "Once again, you sent Deux running. You're the only Alpha who can stand up to him!"

"Long live the Champ Clan!" Jiggs cheered, and the others joined in like I had just won some epic battle.

I groaned, rubbing my temples. "Enough already! Eat your food and shut up."

And just like that, they quickly shut their mouths and immediately did as I commanded.

But... I'd be lying if I said my ego didn't swell just a little bit from the praise.

After all, I'm Champ, their Alpha Leader.

And no one messes with me.

Hehe!

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Deux's POV

I was beyond pissed.

Storming out of the cafeteria, I clenched my fists, my mind swirling in frustration.

What the hell was wrong with me?

Why... why was I walking away?

And worse—why was it him that made me leave?

That low-ranking Alpha. That pip-squeak. That irritating, infuriating, impossibly defiant Champ.

Every other Alpha in that cafeteria had cleared out the moment I stepped in. Every. Single. One.

Except him.

I made my way to the cafeteria, stomach growling, fully intent on getting a full meal.

But the moment I got close, I caught that scent.

Familiar. Infuriating. Disruptive.

His scent.

It clung to the air, stirring something inside me that I wanted to crush, to obliterate.

And just like that, my reason for coming here shifted.

Now, I had two missions.

First—to confirm my suspicion. That the scent lingering from the hidden facility, where the failed Omega experiment was kept, was the same as Champ.

And second?

To ruin his day the same way he keeps ruining my sanity.

He just sat there, completely unbothered, munching on his damn vegetables like I wasn't even worth acknowledging.

Like my presence—my dominance—meant absolutely nothing to him.

And yet...

As I looked at him...

There was something about those eyes.

A shade of amber and gold, flickering like a wildfire. Mesmerizing and utterly unshaken. They held a challenge—a dare—as if daring me to make a move.

His lashes were long, almost unfairly beautiful for a guy. They framed his eyes so perfectly that I found myself staring longer than I should have.

And then... there were his lips.

Soft. Pink.

Like they had never been chapped a day in his life. And for some inexplicable reason, my brain decided to fixate on them.

I could almost imagine what they'd feel like.

Damn it!

I shook my head, trying to snap myself out of whatever spell I was falling under.

But then... my gaze drifted lower.

To his flawless skin.

His cheeks, his jaw—his entire face was so smooth it was like he had never known stress or exhaustion.

And then... his neck.

My breath hitched.

Pale. Impossibly smooth. Unmarked.

It was like a blank canvas just begging to be claimed.

To be marked.

To be mine.

Wait a damn minute!

...What the actual hell was I thinking?!

I clenched my jaw, my body tensing with frustration. This isn't me. This isn't Deux—the ruthless Alpha everyone fears.

And yet... standing in that cafeteria, looking at him, I felt something I had never felt before.

Something dangerous.

Something I couldn't control.

And that terrified me more than anything.

Because if I wasn't careful...

I might just lose myself to it.

End of Chapter 7