Chapter 8: Discovering my Omega Body

Champ's POV

Jiggs and I are in anatomy class, and today's lesson is all about the Omega body.

It was the perfect topic—something I had been eager to learn more about. My body had started to change, an undeniable shift triggered by my Omega genes. I could feel it, inside and out.

Beside me, Jiggs was focused, diligently taking in every word from our instructor. That was just how he was—always hungry for knowledge, absorbing information like a sponge, especially if he finds it intriguing.

I, on the other hand, was surprised. No—shocked.

For the first time, I understood everything the instructor was saying. Every term, every lesson, every rule. It was all clicking into place.

When I was still a Beta, I never paid attention in class. Not once. I barely listened, let alone took notes. But now? Every word made sense.

The Guidebook for Omegas had been right—I would develop an insatiable thirst for learning.

As I continued to write down notes, I noticed Jiggs stealing glances at me. When I turned to him, I found him staring, his expression laced with confusion.

"What?" I asked.

"Am I seeing this right, Champ? You're actually paying attention to the lesson?"

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "It's just a one-time thing. I'm in the mood to listen, okay? Now quit staring and take your own damn notes."

Jiggs didn't look convinced. In fact, his eyes grew even wider as he leaned over, peering at my notebook.

Then, without warning, he snatched it from my desk.

"Hey! Give it back!" I snapped, but he ignored me, flipping through my pages with a mix of shock and disbelief.

He looked from my notes to me. Back to my notes. Back to me. As if his brain was failing to process what he was seeing.

"What the hell, Jiggs?" I huffed.

"Did you actually write this?" he asked, pointing at my notes.

"Duh. You saw me writing it, didn't you?"

"But—this handwriting... This isn't yours!" Jiggs exclaimed, frantically flipping through the pages to compare my previous notes to my current ones.

And there it was—the undeniable proof.

My old handwriting was a chaotic mess, barely legible, like worms wriggling across the page. But now? My handwriting was neat. Precise. Readable.

Jiggs turned to me, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

I panicked. Without thinking, I grabbed my pen and started deliberately messing up my handwriting, making it look as terrible as before.

I hadn't even realized it—my handwriting had changed. Even this was affected by my Omega transformation.

When I glanced at Jiggs again, he was still watching me like a hawk. I scowled.

"Mind your own business, will you? Or do you want to be our punching bag later at training with the Beta males?" I threatened.

Jiggs grinned. "No need, Master Champ, my almighty lord. I'll behave," he teased before turning back to his own notes.

I rolled my eyes and refocused on the lecture.

The instructor's voice echoed through the room.

"For Omegas, the most vulnerable part of their body—the one they must protect at all costs—is their neck."

I stiffened. My hand instinctively reached up, brushing against my skin.

My neck? Why?

"The Omega's neck is where an Alpha will mark them. Once bitten, the Alpha's scent, as well as a special chemical, will be embedded into the Omega's genes, binding them together permanently," the instructor continued."

My breath hitched.

A chemical that only Alphas could produce?

"This substance—called Alpha Toxins—spreads through the Omega's body, signaling complete submission to the Alpha who marked them. From that moment on, an unbreakable link forms between them."

I gripped my pen tightly.

A link?

"When an Omega is distressed or in danger, their Alpha will sense it, no matter how far apart they are. Likewise, if an Omega experiences happiness, their Alpha will feel it too. The bond works both ways—an Omega can sense when their Alpha is in peril, overwhelmed with rage, or filled with joy."

A deep shiver ran down my spine.

So, once an Alpha marks and claims an Omega, they're practically under constant watch. There would be no escape from their Alpha's protection.

Strangely enough, I didn't find the idea as terrifying as I thought I would.

If anything... it was reassuring.

A sudden thought struck me, and before I could stop myself, my hand shot up.

"Instructor, is it true that an Omega can be claimed by more than one Alpha?"

The room fell silent.

All eyes turned toward me—including Jiggs, who gave me a sharp, questioning look.

The instructor, however, simply smiled. "That's an excellent question, Champ." Then, he nodded. "Yes, it is possible. An Omega can bear the mark of multiple Alphas. You can determine this by the number of bite marks on an Omega's neck. If the first Alpha who marked them isn't strong enough, a more powerful Alpha can challenge and claim them instead."

I frowned. "So... even after an Omega has been marked, the competition between Alphas doesn't end?"

"Exactly. Alphas will go to great lengths to protect what is theirs, which often results in violent battles—ones that frequently end in bloodshed."

I swallowed. That wasn't surprising, but it was disturbing.

Another question burned in my mind. "And during an Omega's heat cycle... even if one Alpha impregnates them, they can still be impregnated by others, as long as their libido remains active, right? If so, what's the maximum number of children an Omega can carry if such... an unfortunate event were to happen?"

Jiggs turned to me, his voice low. "Why do you know so much about this stuff, Champ?"

I ignored him, my attention locked on the instructor's response. But I could feel Jiggs watching me suspiciously.

The instructor exhaled. "To clarify for everyone—yes, Champ is correct. Even if an Alpha successfully impregnates their Omega, as long as the heat cycle continues, other Alphas can impregnate them as well. In such a tragic scenario, an Omega can carry up to four children at most. If the number exceeds five, the Omega's body will not survive. Their energy will be drained, their body unable to sustain the multiple lives feeding off their strength."

A chill ran down my spine.

So, if I ever had a child... it would only be one. No more than that.

Wait.

What the hell am I thinking?!

Having a child was not part of my plan. That would completely ruin my mission. If I became bound to an Alpha, I would never be free again.

"Any more questions, Champ?" the instructor asked.

I forced a smile. "None for now."

Jiggs nudged me. "Sorry for doubting you earlier, but now that I remember our mission—to rescue Omega females from cruel Alphas—your questions make sense."

I let out a silent breath of relief. Thank god.

"Yeah, hehe," I muttered.

"Or maybe... you just want to claim all the rescued Omega females for yourself?" Jiggs smirked.

I shot him a glare. "You're insane! I'm not some predatory Alpha like you think I am!"

Jiggs laughed as I shook my head, refocusing on the lesson.

"The moment an Omega mates with their Alpha, they will carry their child for five months," the instructor explained. "During this period, the fetus will develop inside the Omega's womb until it is ready for birth."

A realization struck me.

Wait.

I was an Omega male.

So... where exactly is this child supposed to come out from?

Surely not in my—

My stomach twisted.

There is no way. No way.

Was it seriously going to—?!

Oh god. I am going to give birth through my ass?

No. No, no, no. I refused to believe it!

Desperation clawed at me, but I hesitated to ask. If I did, everyone would probably think I had lost my mind—after all, Omega males weren't supposed to exist.

Except I do.

Maybe I should ask Uncle Henry instead. He'd have answers. He could examine me, and at the very least, I could check up on him while I was there.

Pushing the horrifying thought aside, I focused again on the instructor's words.

"While carrying their child, Omegas enter their most vulnerable state," he continued. "Their emotions fluctuate, their immune system weakens, and they become more susceptible to illness—because all their strength is being shared with their unborn child."

I nodded. That explained why Alphas were so overprotective during this time.

"To ensure their Omega's safety, Alphas will do everything in their power to keep them healthy. More importantly, Omegas need their Alpha's presence. When an Omega smells their Alpha's scent, they instinctively calm down. The Alpha's scent provides security, grounding them in reality."

That... didn't sound so bad.

As long as an Alpha truly cared for their Omega, that level of devotion is actually comforting.

What I couldn't stand is the idea of Alphas who only saw Omegas as breeding tools—ones who marked them solely out of lust.

The instructor continued. "By the fifth month, the Omega's chest will begin to swell as their body prepares to produce milk for their newborn."

I froze.

Wait.

What?!

My eyes darted to my chest. My hand shot up to touch it, sheer panic coursing through me.

Did that mean... my chest would grow too?!

No.

Absolutely not.

I could not, would not, imagine myself with—!

Ack!

Jiggs leaned in, chuckling. "What's up, Champ? Why'd you grab your chest all of a sudden? Haha! Don't worry, that only happens to Omegas. Besides, you're an Alpha, remember?"

I forced a tight-lipped smile, dying inside.

He had no idea.

No. Idea.

"And that's not all," the instructor added. "During pregnancy, Omegas also experience cravings—certain foods they must have, or specific objects they want nearby. But don't worry, Omegas. Your Alpha will provide everything you desire."

I smirked to myself.

Oh? So this is the one time Omegas actually got to order their Alphas around?

Good.

For once, Alphas wouldn't be the ones calling all the shots. If an Omega like me had to endure five months of suffering, least we deserve some special treatment!

The instructor smiled. "After birth, an Omega will nurse and care for their child for up to a year. However—this is where things change."

I narrowed my eyes. What did he mean?

"If the baby is female, she will remain with her Omega mother until adulthood. But if the baby is male... the Omega mother will only care for them for one year."

I held my breath.

"Once that year is over, the child will be handed over to their Alpha father, who will raise them from then on."

My entire body tensed.

That... that is why.

That is why I never knew my Omega mother.

I had no memories of her. I had never known her touch, her voice, or her warmth.

Because by the time I was old enough to remember, my Alpha father had already taken me away.

The instructor's voice softened. "This is the reality for most male children of Omegas. Many never know their Omega mothers—especially those who grow up to become Alphas. Only Beta males are allowed to stay or go back with their Omega mothers."

I glanced at Jiggs.

That was why he had been able to grow up with his Omega mother—because he had remained a Beta.

A hollow ache settled in my chest.

So that's how it was.

I clenched my fists under the desk.

Alphas always took everything, didn't they? Even the love of an Omega mother.

And I... I had never even been given the chance to choose.

"What happens to the Omega mother of an Alpha like me if I never return to her?" I suddenly asked. Maybe—just maybe—this could lead me to the answer I'd been searching for.

Where is my mother?

The instructor looked at me thoughtfully before responding. "Omega mothers remain in their own homes. They are still cared for by the Alpha who claimed them until the cycle of heat begins again."

That wasn't enough. It didn't explain my situation.

"But what if I don't even know where she is?" I pressed. "I don't know where her home is. My Alpha father never told me anything about her."

The instructor hesitated, his expression unreadable.

"I'm sorry, Champ. But if your father never mentioned her whereabouts... forgive me for saying this, but it's possible that your Omega mother is no longer alive."

Silence fell over the classroom.

Jiggs placed a hand on my arm, as if offering silent support.

But I wasn't shaken. I knew she was alive.

I could feel it.

I just didn't know where to find her.

(Bell ringing!)

The sudden chime of the bell signaled the end of class.

"Well, that's all for today," the instructor announced. "Next time, we'll be discussing Alphas. Thank you all for listening. Have a great afternoon."

With that, he gathered his materials and left.

Students stretched after the long lecture, their exhaustion evident. Even Jiggs let out a yawn, rubbing his eyes.

"So, what's the plan now, Champ?" he asked between yawns. "Should we start training Marsh, Daryl, Martin, and Gem? I need to tell them where to meet."

I took a deep breath before responding.

"Tell them there's no training today. I have somewhere to be. They should focus on their assignments if they have any, and if they have a quiz or an exam coming up, they should study."

Jiggs recoiled slightly, looking at me as if I had grown a second head.

"Wait. Are you serious? You want them to study?" He blinked. "Not recruit more members? Not intimidate weaker Betas? Not flaunt our Alpha clan's strength?"

I shot him a firm look. "You heard me. They need to study, get enough rest, and eat properly."

Jiggs snorted. "Damn. You sound just like my Omega mom. Haha! Fine, fine. I'll tell them. But where exactly are you going? Can I come? I'm free today, you know."

I shook my head. "You can't come. I'm heading to the most dangerous places I can find... to look for an Alpha to fight."

Jiggs instantly paled.

"R-right. Well. I did say I was going to study, eat well, and sleep early, didn't I? Maybe I'll even tuck Marsh and the others in for the night. I can also read bedtime stories for them!" He laughed nervously, making it obvious that he had absolutely no intention of joining me.

I smirked. "Good. Glad we understand each other."

With that, I grabbed my things, slung my bag over my shoulder, and walked out of the classroom, heading toward my next destination.

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Deux's POV

Class had just ended, and I was making my way down the hallway, five Beta subordinates trailing closely behind me.

As I passed, students scattered like frightened animals, avoiding my path as if their lives depended on it.

Ah... this is the kind of reaction I enjoyed. The sheer intimidation of my mere presence. The fear in their eyes. The way they stepped aside without hesitation.

However, as I walked, an all-too-familiar scent suddenly invaded my senses.

Lavender.

I clenched my jaw. I knew exactly who that scent belonged to.

My steps slowed as I passed by a classroom—Champ's classroom.

Just as I stopped, he strode out the door, bag slung over his shoulder, walking with purpose.

He didn't even wait for his cowardly little Beta friend, Jiggs.

"Hm." I narrowed my eyes.

Where is that rebellious Alpha headed?

He was moving fast, too fast. Suspicious.

Without hesitation, I approached the entrance of the classroom.

The moment I stepped inside, the remaining students bolted, leaving only Jiggs behind.

Poor thing.

His breathing turned shallow, and I could practically hear his heart hammering in his chest. He looked as if he wanted to run—his body twitching, his fingers gripping the edge of his desk—but it was too late.

I am already here.

I took slow, deliberate steps toward him. His lips parted, paling as he tilted his head up to meet my gaze.

"A-Ah... W-what d-do you w-want, M-Master Deux?" Jiggs stuttered, practically choking on his words.

I smirked. Pathetic.

"Where is your so-called Alpha leader? He abandoned you?" I taunted, watching as his hands trembled even more. "Is this how an Alpha should treat his subordinates? Leaving them behind? You do realize... that means I could do anything to you right now, and he wouldn't be here to stop me, right?"

Jiggs flinched, his entire body trembling. "P-please! I-I'm just a w-weak Beta! I-I c-can't fight you!"

Amusing. He even used his bag as a shield, hiding behind it as if it would protect him from me.

I sighed dramatically. "Relax. You know me—I only fight fairly."

He peeked over his bag cautiously.

"I saw Champ leave in a hurry," I continued. "Where did he go?"

Jiggs gulped. "C-Champ? H-he didn't say! H-he just told us to—" He hesitated, as if terrified to even speak.

"To what?" I pressed.

"T-to study, e-eat properly, a-and get enough sleep!" he blurted, voice cracking.

I blinked.

I wasn't sure what I expected... but it definitely wasn't that.

Slowly, a smirk stretched across my face.

"Well, now..." I chuckled, amused. "What kind of Alpha orders his subordinates to do that? Study? Eat well? Sleep early?"

"That's because Champ is a real Alpha and he cares deeply deeply for his clan members!" Jiggs suddenly said, his voice steadying as he pulled his bag down and met my gaze head-on.

Huh.

For the first time, he didn't stutter.

For the first time, he didn't cower.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

But I could tell—he was telling the truth.

His fear was real, yes, but there was no trace of deception in his eyes. He truly had no idea where Champ had gone.

Tch.

I exhaled sharply. "You can go."

Jiggs wasted no time. He grabbed his things and sprinted out of the room like his life depended on it.

As he ran, I noticed something.

...A dark stain on the back of his pants.

I let out a low laugh.

Seriously? I didn't even touch him, and the guy literally shit himself.

Pathetic.

Shaking my head, I stepped out of the classroom, inhaling deeply.

The lavender scent was still faintly lingering in the air.

It wasn't as strong as before, but it was enough.

Enough to track him.

Where did you go, Champ?

I turned to my five Beta subordinates.

"You're dismissed. Leave me."

They immediately turned to go, but before they could take another step, I stopped them.

"Wait."

They turned back.

I exhaled. "Study well, eat properly, and sleep early."

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What the actual hell did I just say?

The five Betas looked at each other, confusion all over their faces.

I facepalmed.

Why the hell did I just repeat Champ's nonsense?!

"Forget what I just said! Get the hell out of my sight!" I snapped.

They scrambled away instantly, disappearing down the hallway.

I let out a frustrated sigh.

How did Champ even say that with a straight face to his subordinates? Just thinking about it made me sick.

Never again.

Never. Again.

Shaking off the humiliation, I focused back on my task.

Following the fading scent, I tracked Champ's path, step by step, until...

I found myself standing before an unfamiliar building.

My brows furrowed.

A center for specialists in Alpha, Beta, and Omega physiology?

My jaw tightened.

What the hell is he doing here?

Champ... what are you hiding?

I narrowed my eyes.

And more importantly—what are your weaknesses?

Because I will find them.

And I will use them against you.

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Champ's POV

I was lying on a medical examination bed in my Uncle Henry's office, dressed in nothing but a thin light blue lab gown.

I was here for one reason—to undergo a full-body examination. My body had been changing rapidly, and I needed answers.

"How are you feeling, Champ?" Uncle Henry asked as he prepped his tools.

I sighed. "Just like you told me before... I'm starting to experience changes—not just physically, but even in the way I act and think."

Uncle Henry nodded, studying me with a critical eye. "I've noticed. Your skin has become smoother and paler. However, your muscle structure—your abs, biceps, triceps—they're still intact. I take it you're keeping up with your workouts?"

"Of course," I replied. "I have to keep my body in shape."

Uncle Henry hummed in approval but then hesitated before saying, "That's good, but... compared to the last time you were here, I've noticed a slight decrease in your muscle mass. It's subtle, but it's happening."

"As long as I still look fit, I don't care," I said firmly. But then, I frowned, remembering the most frustrating part of all these changes. "But Uncle—my manhood. What the hell is happening to it?!"

Uncle Henry's lips twitched like he wanted to laugh but was forcing himself to stay professional.

"I'll need to check it, Champ. Is that okay?"

I groaned. "Like I have a choice. Just get it over with."

Uncle Henry lifted the edge of my gown and began his examination.

(Don't worry—he's wearing gloves! He's a professional! No funny business here!)

I stiffened slightly as he studied the area, his fingers lightly pressing in certain spots, his gaze focused.

Then, he nodded. "Your testicles have completely disappeared inside your scrotum, Champ."

"...What?" I said, my stomach dropping.

"It means," Uncle Henry continued, "you are no longer capable of impregnating anyone."

I let out a sharp breath. I knew something was wrong, but hearing it confirmed out loud made it worse.

So that was why I had been wondering if I could still father children.

Turns out—I can't.

"There's no more function for them as an Omega, so your as your testicles disappeared, your scrotum have shrunk and retracted," Uncle explained. "Your penis has also undergone significant changes. It has shrunk down to 2.5 inches."

I nearly sat up in shock.

WHAT?!

"From 7.5 inches to 2.5 inches?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"

Uncle Henry cleared his throat. "As I was saying, your manhood no longer has a reproductive function. It will still be used for urination, but aside from that—"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it!" I snapped, exasperated. "No need to rub it in!"

Uncle Henry sighed, clearly amused. "However, during your heat cycle or in the case of doing a sexual intercourse, your penis will still produce a white fluid as a stimuli, but it will contain no reproductive properties."

"I SAID I GET IT, UNCLE! STOP REPEATING IT!"

I flopped back against the bed, groaning.

This was beyond humiliating.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Fine, whatever. Let's just move on. I have a bigger concern."

Uncle Henry raised a brow. "And that is?"

I hesitated, but I had to ask.

"...If I ever get pregnant... where the hell is the baby supposed to come out? Please, Uncle, I beg you—tell me it's NOT my ass!"

Uncle Henry chuckled, shaking his head. "Omega males like you, Champ, have a common reproductive system from Omega females."

He motioned for me to spread my legs a little wider, and I did—reluctantly.

Then, he grabbed an X-ray film from his desk, brought it back to me, and held it up for me to see.

"This is an image of your internal structure," he explained. "If you look here, you'll see that a uterus has developed inside your abdomen. This will serve as the home for any child you carry."

I stared at the X-ray, my face paling.

"I think I'm going to cry," I muttered.

Uncle Henry ignored my dramatics and continued. "Now, follow this long tube-like structure that connects from your uterus to... well..."

I squinted.

My brain processed what I was looking at.

Then, I paled even more.

"Wait... WAIT. Are you telling me that the baby will actually come out of—"

"Near your rectal area, yes."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

I was on the verge of a breakdown. "NO WAY! NO FREAKING WAY! YOU'RE TELLING ME I'M GOING TO GIVE BIRTH THROUGH MY ASS! I DON'T WANT TO FEEL LIKE I AM TRYING TO PUSH OUT MY CHILD LIKE SOME SORT OF SHIT!"

"Relax, Champ," Uncle Henry interrupted, shaking his head at my panic. "You're misunderstanding. You won't be delivering through your actual rectum."

I blinked. "Huh?"

Uncle Henry sighed. "Because your body has developed a new reproductive organ, there was also a new birth canal formed specifically for it. It's located near your rectal area, but it is separate from your digestive system. Let me show you..."

As I sat with my legs spread apart, he pointed to where my birth canal was—the place where the baby would eventually be born.

I took a deep breath, bracing myself, but the moment he touched it—

I flinched.

A strange sensation shot through me, something I couldn't quite describe.

It wasn't painful... but—

What the hell?

It was weirdly ticklish?!

My body reacted before I could stop it, and I almost kicked him in the face.

"Oi!" he yelped, barely dodging my knee. "What's your problem?!"

"I—I don't know!" I stammered. "It just... felt funny!"

"Funny?!" he repeated, looking both exasperated and amused. "We're talking about childbirth here, not a comedy skit!"

I groaned, covering my face. This was so embarrassing!

But seriously—what kind of bizarre reaction was that?!

I exhaled deeply.

So... my baby wouldn't be coming out with my literal shit, or worse, smells like shit!

Thank god.

"The birthing canal is highly elastic and designed for childbirth," Uncle Henry reassured me. "And yes—it also serves as an entry point for an Alpha's reproductive process."

I squeezed my eyes shut.

I had no words.

None.

I didn't know whether to be relieved or horrified.

"Are you experiencing any heat symptoms yet?" Uncle Henry asked.

"Not yet," I muttered.

"Well, that's good," Uncle Henry nodded. "But always keep your heat suppressants with you. We don't know when your first heat cycle will hit."

"I know, Uncle. I always carry them."

"Good." Uncle Henry smiled as he adjusted my gown back in place. "Now, rest for a bit. I'll prepare some Omega supplements to keep your body healthy."

I sighed. "Yeah... okay."

As Uncle Henry busied himself at his desk, I stared up at the ceiling, feeling drained.

Everything was happening so fast.

Everything was changing.

I inhaled deeply—

And froze.

A scent.

A very familiar scent.

Vanilla.

No way!

"Uncle..." I sat up abruptly, my eyes widening.

Uncle Henry turned, startled. "What? What's wrong?"

I sniffed the air again.

It wasn't my imagination.

There was no mistaking it.

"Deux." I whispered, my entire body tensing. "I can smell him. He's here."

Uncle Henry's eyes widened in shock. "What?! How?! Why?!"

He must have tracked my scent for sure! Why would he do that in the first place?

(Knock. Knock. Knock.)

A sharp knock on the door sent a cold shiver down my spine.

At the same time, the vanilla scent intensified.

My heartbeat skyrocketed.

Uncle Henry and I exchanged panicked looks.

"This isn't good," Uncle Henry muttered. "If Deux is here, then—"

BANG! BANG!

The knocking grew louder.

And my heart pounded even faster.

I can also hear uncle Henry's heartbeat for God's sake!

Shit.

End of Chapter 8