Epilogue: The Celebration (Part 2)
The sterile lights buzzed overhead. The air was thick with anticipation. Monitors beeped steadily. And in the center of it all—Champ lay in a hospital bed, legs spread, sweat beading down his forehead, wrapped in a pale-blue delivery gown that did absolutely nothing to comfort him.
"Wait, wait, wait—UNCLE HENRY!" Champ yelped, gripping the sheets with white knuckles. "What if I sneeze while his head is halfway out and my muscles spasm and I accidentally—oh my gods—decapitate him?!"
Dr. Henry, completely unshaken, calmly adjusted his gloves. "Champ, breathe. You're panicking. That's not going to happen. Trust me, I've delivered fire-breathing twins and one baby with claws. You'll be fine."
Beside the bed, Deux clutched Champ's hand with both of his own, visibly trying not to cry and faint at the same time. "You've got this, love. Just stay calm."
"Calm? Calm?! I can feel him descending like an angry meteor! What if my birth canal contracts too hard and splits his tiny body in half?!"
Dr. Henry shook his head, smiling gently. "Champ, in your type of pregnancy, your body knows exactly what to do. The canal expands automatically. It won't contract like that. No one's splitting today."
Champ closed his eyes and exhaled shakily. "Deux... don't leave me. Please. I'm so scared..."
"I'm not going anywhere," Deux whispered, leaning in and pressing his forehead to Champ's. "Squeeze my hand as hard as you need. Break it if you have to. I'm yours."
Dr. Henry looked up. "Alright, Champ. I see the baby's head. It's time. Push."
Champ pushed—and screamed.
His grip on Deux's hand became something that could bend steel. "AAAAAHHH! I'M NEVER GETTING PREGNANT AGAIN!! THIS IS UNHOLY!!"
"You're doing so good, Champ," Henry encouraged. "That's it—push!"
"GODS, I CAN FEEL HIS SOUL LEAVING MY BODY—AND IT'S TAKING MINE WITH IT!" Champ yelled, his entire body trembling from effort.
"I can see his face!" Henry said excitedly. "One more big push!"
"DEEEEUX!!" Champ cried, then summoned the fury of every Omega before him—and roared as he pushed one final time.
Then—
A cry.
The soft, precious wail of new life filled the room.
"Congratulations!" Henry beamed. "A healthy, bouncy baby boy!"
Champ collapsed back onto the bed, panting like he had just gone twelve rounds in a boxing ring. But when Henry held up the crying infant—tiny, perfect, wriggling in a blanket of light—everything else disappeared.
Tears spilled freely from Champ's eyes. "Thank the stars I didn't tear him in half."
"Our son..." Deux whispered, his voice cracking as he stared at the little being who somehow looked like both of them and yet like something entirely new. Something celestial.
Henry snipped the umbilical cord and gently placed the newborn into Champ's arms.
Champ stared in awe.
After months of nausea, hormones, and dried mango cravings... he was finally here.
The fruit of their love.
"Our little star," Champ whispered, brushing a thumb across the baby's cheek.
"What will you name him?" Henry asked gently.
Champ and Deux shared a look, both of them smiling through tears.
"Caelum," they said in unison.
"Caelum?" Henry echoed.
"It means sky," Champ explained softly. "To remind him that he's free. That he'll never have to hide who he is. Not like we did."
Henry nodded, eyes glistening. "Caelum... it's an honor to meet you."
"But just because he's free," Deux said suddenly, eyes narrowing, "doesn't mean I'll let any Alpha, Sigma, or Beta near him. The first idiot who tries to flirt with my son is going to lose their kneecaps."
Champ rolled his eyes fondly. "Calm down, Papa Wolf. He's two minutes old."
Just then, the door burst open—and in came Melior, still wearing a surgical gown and looking breathless.
"Champ! You gave birth already!"
Champ blinked. "Melior?"
"Yes. And so did Jiggs!" Melior said, still panting.
Everyone paused.
"...At the same time?" Champ asked.
Melior nodded. "Same hospital. Different room."
Champ laughed in disbelief. "We really did it, huh? We said we'd give birth together, and we did."
It had been their plan since the second trimester. They wanted their kids to grow up like they did—best friends from birth.
"How is he? Is Jiggs okay?" Champ asked quickly.
Melior took a breath, then grinned. "He's fine. Gave birth like a drama queen, as expected. First child—girl. Second—boy."
Champ's jaw dropped. "TWINS?!"
"That's right," Melior said. "Silver admitted they went at it twice. So... double the blessing."
"Oh no," Champ groaned. "Deux, we're falling behind."
"Say the word and we'll start round two," Deux replied with a wicked grin.
"NO! Not right now! I barely survived this one! I am done with being a human incubator!" Champ cried.
"That's not all," Melior added. "Jiggs and Silver's twins... one's a Sigma Male. The other... is a Sigma Female."
Henry blinked. "There's a Sigma Female? That's never happened before."
"Exactly," Melior nodded. "A first in history."
Champ smiled wide. "They're becoming the 'firsts' family now. First joint labor, first Sigma twins, first-ever Sigma girl... I swear, Jiggs is probably just lying there right now with his tongue out like a broken video game character."
"He is," Melior deadpanned. "Literally. Eyes half-open. Mouth agape. I think he left his soul on the delivery bed."
They all laughed.
Champ cuddled Caelum closer, eyes soft with warmth.
"I can't wait until they grow up," he whispered. "To see them laugh, play, and become the future we dreamed of."
Deux wrapped an arm around him.
"They're going to live peacefully this time and enjoy this world."
And in the middle of it all, Caelum yawned.
As if to say, Challenge accepted.
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After five years...
The sun was just beginning to dip into a golden horizon, casting a warm glow over the Aurivelle estate. The scent of fresh flowers drifted through the air, mingling with the distant sound of wind chimes.
And then—
"Mother! Father!" came the shrill, excited voice of a child.
From the gate came a blur of motion—tiny legs pumping, a backpack bouncing wildly, and two arms flung wide open like wings ready to fly.
"Caelum!" Champ and Deux both exclaimed, breaking into wide, glowing smiles as their son barreled toward them.
He launched himself into their arms, and they caught him with practiced grace, wrapping him in a hug so warm and tight, it could've powered the kingdom's central heating system.
Caelum giggled, squished between the two people who loved him most in the world. "I missed you both so much!"
"How was school today, Caelum?" Champ asked, brushing a kiss to his hair. "Did you behave?"
"Yes! We did so many cool things with Techna and Techno!"
Champ laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, Jiggs really lost it when he named those twins. His obsession with technology finally mutated into actual child names. Poor Silver had no choice but to surrender."
Deux added, chuckling, "You should've heard Silver's picks. He wanted to name them Silver Girl and Silver Boy."
"They're both menaces to society," Champ sighed dramatically, though he was grinning.
"But Techno is soooo funny!" Caelum said brightly. "He talks all the time and never runs out of breath. Techna, though, she's scary! But she's really nice to me. When someone teases me, she chases them with her mechanical pencil."
"Maybe Techna is Silver's female version." Deux smirked. "And Techno is the small Jiggs."
"Someone's teasing you?" Deux asked, brows twitching dangerously.
Caelum nodded with a pout.
"Who, sweetheart?" Champ asked gently, voice sweet but firm. "Tell us so we can have a very constructive chat."
"His name's Zevran. He's a Sigma male," Caelum replied, cheeks puffing.
"A Sigma?" Champ echoed, raising a brow.
"And what exactly does this... Zevran do to you?" Deux asked, his voice calm—but his left eye had started twitching.
"He always pinches my cheeks!" Caelum whined, rubbing his face. "He says I'm too cute, but his pinches hurt! Like, for real! My cheeks feel violated!"
Champ burst out laughing. Deux, however, was ready to go to war.
"Oh no," he growled. "We have an early flirt alert. He's already showing interest! At this age?!"
"He's five, Deux," Champ said, still giggling.
"I don't care if he's five or fifty—he lays another finger on Caelum's cheeks and he's answering to me! Now I know how Mr. Voder feels! And my blood is boiling right now!"
"Deux, please! You're threatening a toddler!"
"He started it!"
Caelum blinked up at them, confused but secretly delighted at the drama swirling around him like a cartoon cloud.
"Also!" Caelum chirped. "Grandma Alaric and Grandpa Voder said I should visit them later! They said they have a surprise gift for me! And Grandpa Theron too!" he added. "He said he's going to give me a super fancy car! I want to drive it already!"
Champ gasped, scandalized. "Spoiled. Absolutely spoiled. He's five! What's next? His own helicopter?!"
"Well, they do love him," Deux offered sheepishly.
"Love him? They've practically declared him royalty!" Champ huffed, pinching Caelum's cheek with affection. "And look at him, not even trying to hide how excited he is!"
"I mean, would you say no to a surprise gift and a baby sports car?" Deux grinned.
"Let's go! Let's go!" Caelum bounced in their arms like a hyper squirrel. "I can't wait!"
"Hold up," Champ said, wagging a finger. "One condition. You behave."
"Yes, Mother!" Caelum zipped his lips with an invisible lock and threw away the key.
"Good boy." Champ smiled and leaned down to kiss his.
"Wait until they get more surprised when we tell them about Caelum's baby brother." Deux added and caressed Champ's belly.
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Post Credits
"The Spill— Hosted by Jiggs a.k.a. Mysterious Man"
The music was loud. Unreasonably loud. Jazzy trumpets blared with chaotic energy, as if a circus had crashed into a jazz bar and brought fireworks to the party. Spotlights sliced through the air in neon spirals, landing like drunken shooting stars on a shimmering set—part royal lounge, part bedazzled chaos.
And there, in the center of it all, stood Jiggs.
Wearing a suit that looked like it had exploded out of a glitter factory, holding a golden microphone shaped like a wolf's paw, and grinning with the audacity of a man who had no plans to let anyone leave with dignity intact.
"Welcome... to THE SPILL!" Jiggs bellowed, his voice echoing across the studio like the opening chant of a very dramatic opera. "The only talk show where your secrets are safe—until you sit on my velvet couch!"
The audience roared. Someone threw a rose.
Jiggs caught it effortlessly, twirled it, and winked like he was Aurivelle's hottest scandal incarnate. Screams erupted again.
He twirled once on his heels before collapsing fabulously onto his velvet throne. "Honestly, if I didn't become King of Aurivelle, THIS would've been the dream job. Talking nonstop for hours? Digging into secrets? Serving chaos in a rhinestone suit? Born for it!"
The audience laughed, clapped, and leaned forward with hungry anticipation.
Because everyone knew: when it came to gossip and eavesdropping, no one out-snooped Jiggs. And worse? His crazy guesses had an unsettling way of being... accurate.
Suddenly, a spotlight swerved toward the entrance.
"Please welcome tonight's special guests," Jiggs announced dramatically, "two of the kingdom's finest—Alpha and Omega royalty—Voder and Alaric!"
Applause thundered as the iconic power couple stepped into view.
"Jiggs! You do love stirring the pot!" Voder laughed, waving at the crowd.
Alaric, ever elegant, simply smiled and took his seat like a man who was above drama. (He was not.)
"Let's jump right in, shall we?" Jiggs purred. "Mr. Voder, be honest. Have you... touched any Omega—male or female—besides our beloved Alaric?"
Voder gasped. "Jiggs! What kind of question is that?!"
He side-eyed Alaric, who was still smiling... the same kind of smile a volcano has before it erupts.
"Ohhh," Jiggs grinned. "I know that look. That's the 'smiling now, but sharpening a dagger later' look. Classic Alaric."
"Of course not," Voder said, clearing his throat. "Only Alaric."
"Pfft. Too safe. Let's make it juicier," Jiggs leaned in. "Was there ever a moment you were attracted to Nihilex—Alaric's brother?"
"Why am I the one in the hot seat? What did I ever do to you?" Voder protested.
"Because if I ask Alaric, he'll just smile at me and I'll suddenly forget all my lines," Jiggs shrugged.
Voder sighed. "I was never attracted to Nihilex."
Jiggs' eyes sparkled devilishly. "But... what if he hypnotized you while you were in Verilios? What if, under his control, you accidentally gave him a child... and you don't remember it?"
The audience gasped.
"What?!" Voder snapped. "I—what?! No! I—Alaric! I don't know anything about this!"
But Alaric just kept smiling.
A calm, deadly smile.
"Well then..." Jiggs smirked, turning dramatically to the audience. "Let's bring some clarity to this mess. Welcome... Nihilex!"
Spotlights flared as Nihilex entered the stage like a smug cat at a dog show and sat right beside Voder.
Voder went stiff as a board. He was not ready.
Jiggs wasted no time. "Nihilex. Did you... violate Voder's consent? Did you use your Omega ability to get pregnant with his child?"
Nihilex raised a brow, then sighed. "Let's not be dramatic."
"Too late," Jiggs whispered, sipping fake tea.
"The truth is..." Nihilex paused dramatically. "Voder and I have a child."
Screams. Shrieks. Someone in the back dropped their popcorn.
Voder was frozen in horror.
Alaric—still smiling.
"Alaric! I swear, I have no memory of this!" Voder cried.
Jiggs was practically vibrating. "Ohhh yes! This is JUICY!"
"Look," Nihilex began casually, "I'm really sorry, Alaric. But your mate is hot. You know my type—big, brooding, muscular daddy energy. Voder's got all of it."
Voder turned into a statue. A very handsome, very betrayed statue.
"One time, I made Voder lose control. He doesn't remember because I gave him a memory-erasing pill. I got pregnant. He never knew." Nihilex shrugged like he'd just confessed to stealing lunch.
The audience gasped again.
Voder slowly sank behind a throw pillow.
Jiggs leaned forward like a drama-starved gremlin. "And... who is this secret lovechild?"
"Nixon," Nihilex replied calmly.
Jiggs choked. "NIXON?! The one who replaced Melior as the new Technological Faction commander?!"
"Yes," Nihilex nodded. "When Voder first stepped foot in Verilios, I just... couldn't resist. And now, surprise! Nixon is not just my child... he's also Champ's brother. Which means, technically, Champ has two siblings: Silver... and Nixon."
(SLAP!)
"YOU B*TCH!"
The entire audience shrieked.
Alaric, quiet and composed for so long, had just slapped Nihilex across the face—hard.
Gasps filled the room like firecrackers.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Jiggs cried gleefully. "FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HISTORY—Alaric has SNAPPED! This is ratings gold!"
"I trusted you..." Alaric whispered, voice trembling.
"What can I say?" Nihilex shrugged. "Voder's just too delicious. I can't help it! He's a yum yum daddy!"
Chaos broke out.
Hair was grabbed.
Cheek-slapping marathon is happening.
Chairs were kicked.
Alaric and Nihilex were now full-on brawling like dramatic soap opera sisters at a garden party.
Voder panicked behind the couch.
"Security! Marshals!" Jiggs yelled, waving his arms. "Get them before someone gets impaled with my decorative mic stand!"
Two massive Alpha bodyguards burst onto the set, dragging the warring brothers apart before they could turn the stage into a full-blown demolition derby.
As the chaos faded and the screams turned to applause, Jiggs adjusted his mic and smoothed his glittery lapel.
He grinned.
"Well, that's all for our first guests, folks. That was some spicy revelation. It can be possible we might witness a new T.V. Show entitled 'The Temptation of the legal wife' for more secrets, more scandals, and hopefully less furniture damage."
The audience cheered wildly.
And Jiggs winked at the camera like he hadn't just hosted the most explosive talk show in kingdom history.
The lights dimmed just slightly—enough to suggest drama was about to strike again.
Jiggs fanned himself with a velvet cue card, eyes wide and glitter shimmering under the spotlight. "Whew! That was close! Juicy secrets and a slap? I said 'spill the tea,' not spill the blood! My God!"
The crowd cackled, still riding the emotional rollercoaster from the last segment.
"Alright, moving on, my beloved chaos goblins! Let's welcome our next guests!"
Cue dramatic spotlight #3, and entering from the wings were none other than Theron, the formerly feared Alpha King, and Dr. Henry, the kingdom's favorite scandalously brilliant Beta doctor.
They strolled in like seasoned celebrities—Theron calm and cocky, Henry awkwardly waving with a nervous smile, already regretting everything.
As they sat down on the velvet couch, Jiggs immediately leaned forward, devilish smirk in place.
"Alright, for our next juicy question—Doctor Henry, this one's for you."
Henry gulped.
"If Theron hadn't been the first to discover that you swing more toward the sausage side of the menu rather than the juicy melons," Jiggs said with a wink, "who would it have been? Who was your real first crush?"
Henry blinked.
Then looked at Theron.
Theron was already watching him. Smiling. Calm. Dangerous.
Jiggs held up both hands. "Okay, okay—imagine Theron's not here. Just me. Just you. Just the millions of viewers watching this."
Henry cleared his throat. "Honestly? I don't think there's anyone else."
"SHOWBIZ!" Jiggs shouted gleefully. "Too safe! Alright, follow-up: what do you say to the rumors that Kali had a crush on you? And you rejected her. Be honest. Was it because she's a woman? Or because she has... you know—boobs and you were jealous that you don't have it and got insecure?"
Henry coughed, flustered. "We talked, yes. She told me about her feelings. And I told her I just couldn't return them."
"Because...?" Jiggs prompted.
Henry leaned closer and whispered into the mic with exaggerated guilt.
"Because what my mouth desires... is a dick."
The audience exploded. Theron, completely unfazed, leaned back like a smug cat, casually draping his arm around Henry's shoulders.
"Now for you, Ex-King Theron," Jiggs turned, eyes gleaming. "Let's address the rumor mill. Did you ever have feelings for Alaric, or were you just using his power for your own selfish gain back when you were... you know, a tyrant?"
Theron chuckled. "When I first saw Alaric, I thought—damn. That man is fine. But... it wasn't love. The one who hit differently? That was Henry."
He looked at Henry, proud.
"I've always been attracted to people who stimulate my brain. The nerdy ones. The walking encyclopedias. Not saying Alaric's dumb—but Henry? Henry excites me. I guess you could say... I'm sapiosexual."
Jiggs gasped. "So... those Omega women? Deux's mother? Your first child's mom? Were those flings... no strings attached?"
Theron nodded, shameless. "Yup. During... those moments, I was thinking about Henry the entire time. Imagining I was getting him pregnant instead."
Henry turned redder than a tomato soaked in chili oil.
"OH. MY. GOOOODS." Jiggs yelled, pointing both fingers at Henry like he'd just won the lottery. "YOU'RE BLUSHING!"
Theron, grinning ear to ear, patted Henry's thigh. "Well, thanks to science and modern Beta-assisted fertilization... Henry is now officially pregnant."
Applause erupted.
Jiggs clutched his chest. "I love it! Betas are THRIVING! So, how was it? How's Henry in bed? Is he... dynamic?"
"Jiggs!" Henry cried, mortified.
Theron leaned in, smug as ever. "Henry goes strictly by the book. He timed every movement. Calculated angles for optimal... fluid retention. He even moved up and down while sitting on my manhood—mathematically."
"HONEY MUNCHKIN!" Henry screamed, face in hands.
And then, like a bolt of lightning, Henry stood up and ran offstage, dragging the hem of his coat dramatically.
"Wait for me, my Apple Pie!" Theron called, chasing after him like the world's most shameless romantic.
Jiggs stood, slack-jawed, one glittery hand covering his mouth. "Honey Munchkin? Apple Pie?! Oh... my... stars. These were their endearment this whole time?! I can feel the second-hand embarrassment!"
He turned to the audience. "I wasn't done with them! They just walked out mid-spill! No respect!"
He flailed his cue cards. "Well then. No choice. Let's welcome our next guest... my beloved murder machine, Silver."
The audience cheered as Silver entered with slow swagger, settling onto the velvet sofa across from Jiggs like a man born to ruin someone's afternoon.
Silver crossed his legs and smirked. "Fix your life, Jiggs. Or you'll be giving birth to twins again."
Jiggs stiffened. "Okay, thank you for joining us, Silver. That's all the time we have—next guest, please!"
"Oh no, I barely got screen time! You cut me and I swear, I'll make it triplets."
Jiggs choked. "Security! He's threatening me with triplets!"
Silver leaned closer, eyes gleaming. "And you know I can make it happen."
Jiggs laughed nervously. "Haha—okay! Let's take a commercial break! When we come back: MORE CHAOS!"
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The crowd roared with anticipation as soon as the program resumed.
"Alright, Silver," Jiggs leaned in. "Today's hot question is: have you spoken to your father, Crest? Where is he now? And why didn't he show up during, you know, literally after the chaos has ended?"
Silver, unfazed, adjusted his cuff and replied, "He's currently in a rehabilitation facility—the one built by Nihilex as an organization about maintaining peace in this world. He's working on changing his life, and yes, we've spoken."
Jiggs raised a brow.
"He said he's happy for me," Silver continued, "and happy with where he is now. As part of his repentance, he willingly took the gene-altering formula. He's now... one of them. An Altered Alpha. Physically and mentally."
"So..." Jiggs tilted his head. "He looks and thinks like an Omega now?"
"Yep. By choice. No force involved. That was his redemption arc," Silver shrugged.
"Well, there you have it!" Jiggs clapped. "The Mystery of Crest: Solved. And now... let's invite our next chaotic couple. Give it up for CHAMP and DEUX!"
Spotlight. Glitter cannons. The audience exploded in shrieks as Champ and Deux strutted in, exuding power, sass, and the shared aura of "yes, we've done unspeakable things behind closed doors."
"This is gonna be juicy," Jiggs sang.
"Try it and I'll show you your own juicy secrets," Champ smirked.
Jiggs grinned wickedly. "Alright, first question. Before you knew Silver was your brother... did you ever develop a crush on him?"
Champ recoiled. "WHAT?! Sorry, Silver, but ew. No. Absolutely not."
Silver blinked, offended. "Wow. That was unnecessarily aggressive."
"So it's Team Deux all the way, huh?" Jiggs teased.
"Well, yeah," Champ shrugged. "Do I even have another option?"
"Okay. Let's spice it up. Have you and Deux tried anything wild? Any attempts to give Caelum a little sibling?"
Champ grinned. "Oh, we've tried. But it's been... eventful."
He sipped his mocktail, clearing his throat like a storyteller prepping for his 'Talk'.
"So, it was Deux's birthday," he began. "I wanted something memorable. Something hot. Something that'd make him forget his own name. So I went online, did my research, bought rope. Not just any rope—hand-dyed, ethically sourced, soft-on-the-skin rope. Watched six tutorials. Practiced on a pillow."
Jiggs leaned in. "Did the pillow survive?"
"Barely," Champ deadpanned.
"So the night comes. Lights dimmed. Candles lit. Mood set. I was naked and doing a seductive pose and I was ready for that night. Deux walks in... and the first thing he says is: 'Did we ran out of clothes already? Why are you naked? Did you forget to wash our dirty laundry?'
Audience laughed.
"But I was still in the mood. So, I ignore him. Push him down. Straddle him. He's into it. I start tying him up. Everything's perfect—until it's not."
Champ paused dramatically.
"I tied the knots too tight."
The crowd gasped. Deux groaned into his hands.
"I didn't realize. I leaned in, whispered something filthy to turn him aroused—something involving sniffing his used boxers when he is not around—and then Deux goes, 'Champ... I can't feel my left hand.'"
Jiggs nearly fell off his chair.
"I panic. I try to untie him. But guess what? I forgot how. I had overcomplicated the tie. I cinch it tighter. His arm starts going black, I'm naked, crying, kneeling on a decorative pillow."
"So what did you do?!" Jiggs screamed.
"I called Jiggs," Champ said, pointing.
A beat.
"I'M JIGGS." Jiggs shrieked.
"Yep. You. Video call. Deux was tied to the headboard, pretending to be fine, and I was sobbing with glitter-handled art crafting scissors trying to cut it off."
"YOU SAID IT WAS A BINDING CRISIS! I THOUGHT YOU MEANT EMOTIONAL!" Jiggs cried.
"I MEANT LITERAL. Also, I cut the bed sheet too."
Camera pans to Deux, who was silently mouthing: I am never celebrating my birthday again.
"And so," Champ concluded, "if you're going to tie up your man, maybe practice on something other than a pillow. And maybe, don't use scissors that sparkle."
"Anything else?" Jiggs gasped.
"Oh, there's more," Champ grinned. "We tried roleplay. I told Deux to be a mysterious traveler. I'd be a lonely tavern Omega. Hot, right?"
"Five minutes in," Deux said, "I ask for room rates, local ale, and directions to the nearest village. In character."
"And what happened next is that I lost the mood entirely, since he was too much into his character!" Champ said flatly. "'Sir, are you lost or horny?' I asked. He said, 'Both.'"
"Well, I was a traveler. What should I asked you?" Deux replied.
"So, did you continue the roleplay?" Jiggs asked.
"No! We made tea and went to bed instead."
The audience was wheezing.
"And another time, we made sure we'd be successful in giving Caelum a brother in the most intimate way possible." Champ continued, "I poured berry-flavored edible oil all over my chest. Expensive. Sultry. I was a sexy snack."
"I was into it. Until I tasted it," Deux said, deadpan.
"It was expired." Champ wailed. "He gagged. Said it tasted like betrayal. We paused to gargle mouthwash and recover emotionally. And after that, we lost the mood again!"
"I CAN'T—" Jiggs was wheezing. "ANYTHING worse?"
"Oh yes," Champ nodded. "Final roleplay. I said, 'Let's do Jiggs and Silver.' I pretended to be Silver. Deux was Jiggs. So I started by being a menace like Silver. I said to Deux 'kneel before me and lick my feet! But he said he wanted to do something else."
Deux nodded. "I looked into his eyes and whispered... 'I'm going to optimize your pleasure output.'"
Champ stared blankly. "It felt like a tech support call. I said nope, reboot, try again. He leaned in again and said—"
"I'm going to reorganize your internal organs."
"Sir. I am not a filing cabinet." Champ groaned. "After that, we really did not do any role-play anymore since Deux does it too seriously!"
The audience lost it.
"And THEN," Deux said, "I bought a new lube."
"It was menthol," Champ snapped.
"We didn't know. It felt like we were getting frisky in icy hell. We screamed. Slid off the bed. My dick felt cold, and Champ's birth canal got irritated. Shivered on the floor yelling 'WHY IS IT MINTY?!'"
Jiggs was crying. "And THIS is why Caelum doesn't have siblings?!"
"Exactly!" Champ threw his arms up. "Too many near-death bedroom experiences!"
"Well, you two are wild," Jiggs said, wiping his eyes. "But now, let's calm the chaos. We're heading into something deep... emotional... sacred. The most powerful in all of us that he can erase us in existence if he wants to."
"Oh?" Champ asked. "Zenith?"
"No," Jiggs smiled. "Someone even more powerful. Without him, there'd be no Zenith. No chaos. No story."
The lights dimmed.
The crowd leaned in.
Jiggs stood tall.
"Please welcome the creator of The Enigmatic Omega Male... our author... GONZO!"
The doors swung open with theatrical flair, and the crowd burst into applause as Gonzo, the elusive author behind The Enigmatic Omega Male, made his grand entrance. Dressed in a casual coat with flair but mystery, he carried the aura of someone who had written fates, ended lives, and resurrected them—all before breakfast.
Jiggs practically skipped down the stage steps to welcome him and offered the center seat—a cushioned, throne-like chair under a single, warm spotlight.
The moment Gonzo sat down, he smiled serenely. Hands folded. Eyes expectant.
And... silence.
Jiggs just stood there, grinning.
"...Wow," Champ said, raising a brow from the sidelines. "Did you actually run out of things to say, Jiggs?"
"I'm just trying to act polite," Jiggs sniffed dramatically. "You know... for once."
"You are polite," Gonzo chuckled softly.
"No, no. I mean extra polite. Like, the kind of polite that earns you a spin-off novel. Or a solo series. Maybe even a cinematic universe?" Jiggs turned toward the audience, threw an arm wide and declared, "Like seriously! Why is the story called The Enigmatic Omega Male when I became King of Aurivelle?! Shouldn't it be The Mysterious Beta Man?! I mean, come on!"
Gonzo laughed and leaned forward. "If I called it The Mysterious Beta Man, then everyone would've immediately known you were the protagonist. No mystery. No suspense. The twist would've been spoiled on the title page. Don't you like being a surprise?"
Jiggs paused.
Stared up at the ceiling.
Tapped his chin like he was solving interdimensional math.
"...You know what? You've got a point," he said, slowly nodding to himself, then whispering under his breath, "He's good..."
Gonzo leaned toward Champ, who was sipping mocktail number five and looking far too amused.
"Don't worry, Champ. I just said that to distract him. If I don't feed his ego once in a while, he messages me at 3 a.m. asking for extra dialogue." Gonzo whispered and winked at Champ. "You are still my man."
"I love you." Champ replied.
"Do not flirt with my Omega!" Deux growled from his seat, instantly straightening like a knight defending his castle.
"Whoa, relax," Gonzo grinned. "You wanna get written out of the story?"
"Excuse me?!" Deux blinked.
"Try me," Gonzo winked.
"Can I at least get my own story?" Silver interrupted, raising a hand like a schoolboy. "Like... The Lone Sigma Male or something dramatic?"
"I've been thinking about it," Gonzo mused. "Depending on my mood."
Jiggs leaned forward eagerly, eyes shining. "Okay, okay—but I have to ask. Gonzo. Between us—who's your favorite character? Rumors say it's me, obviously, because I stole the entire show. Be honest."
Gonzo blinked.
Then grinned.
"Honestly? You are my favorite character, Jiggs."
Jiggs gasped, clutching his chest like he'd just been knighted.
"You were originally just background. You and Silver. You weren't even supposed to make it to the end. I planned to kill you both midway through the story."
Jiggs froze. "Ouch?!"
"But things change," Gonzo shrugged. "Stories evolve. The arc shifted. And suddenly... there you were. Sparkling. Sarcastic. Stealing scenes like you were on a Netflix original."
The crowd cheered. Jiggs stood and bowed dramatically.
"You see," Gonzo explained, "This story was meant to be one book—but It felt like it split into four distinct seasons."
He raised a finger for each.
"Season 1: Champ's journey. Discovering his Omega body. The soul of the story. It is where the Alpha Territory Treasure hunt ended.
Season 2: Deux's descent and redemption. The cracks forming in the Alpha order. This is the part where you all were trying to save Alaric.
Season 3: Silver's awakening. His lineage. Identity unraveling. The real history of Alaric and Voder and the past.
And Season 4?" Gonzo gestured to Jiggs, who was now waving to the crowd like royalty.
"The Verilios arc. Your arc. And yes... you stole the entire damn show."
The audience burst into cheers.
"Each season," Gonzo concluded, "had its hero. And every one of you—whether Alpha, Beta, Omega, or Sigma—led at some point. Because this story isn't just about one Enigmatic Omega Male. It's about all of you. The broken. The wild. The powerful. The unexpected."
He turned to Jiggs.
"And you, my chaotic crown jewel, were the twist I didn't see coming... but absolutely needed."
The lights shimmered gold.
The crowd was on their feet.
Jiggs blinked. And for once... was speechless.
The spotlight followed Gonzo as he adjusted in his velvet seat, still basking in the glow of being the surprise guest of the night. Jiggs, sitting beside him like a kid who'd just found out Santa was real and taking requests, leaned in eagerly with the next question.
"So..." Jiggs wiggled his brows. "Who was the hardest character for you to write? The one who made you question your own sanity?"
Gonzo didn't miss a beat.
"Honestly? Silver," he said, exhaling dramatically. "He was my biggest challenge."
Silver, sipping tea smugly in the his seat, paused mid-sip.
"I had to build a full-blown redemption arc for Silver," Gonzo explained. "From hateful bully to genuinely loved. He was introduced as the kind of guy who'd push you down a cliff and say you tripped. Especially with how he treated Champ in the beginning."
Champ raised a brow but said nothing.
"I needed the readers to hate him at first," Gonzo continued, "but then fall for him in a 'why do I feel things for this emotionally constipated Sigma with mommy issues' kind of way."
Laughter erupted from the crowd.
"He had to be a menace," Gonzo went on, "but also lovable. Like... a misunderstood villain who steals your fries but also your heart. And underneath it all—he's not really evil. He's just... shy."
"I AM NOT SHY," Silver snapped, slamming his tea down. "And I am not lovable. And I swear, even if you created me—I will break your hands so you can't write anyone ever again."
"You say that," Gonzo grinned, "but you still woke me up and called me at 3 a.m. and thanked me for the redemption arc."
Silver grumbled and looked away.
Gonzo leaned back, chuckling. "Fun trivia—Silver wasn't even supposed to appear anymore after the Alpha Territory Treasure Hunt arc."
Gasps echoed across the studio.
"Yep," Gonzo nodded. "He was originally just an obstacle. Champ defeats him, story moves on. But then... something happened."
He turned to Jiggs.
"And it started with you."
Jiggs blinked. "Me? What did I do?!"
"You showed a hidden chemistry for me," Gonzo said with a smirk. "When Silver started tormenting you during that arc, the way you two interacted—one snarky, one gruff... it sparked something."
"You mean—" Jiggs pointed between him and Silver. "You never considered making us a couple from the start?!"
"Yes, I had no intention of making you two a couple. Until I realized that there has to be someone else aside from Champ and Deux. I want to add another flavor." Gonzo grinned. "A scaredy-cat genius Beta and an aggressive brute Sigma? That's gold. Both smart, both strategic. Jiggs wins by brain. Silver wins by brute force. You were never just comic relief—you were the blueprint."
Silver choked.
Champ, in the background, whispered, "You see that? His ears turned red."
Deux leaned over. "I think he's blushing."
"I'M NOT BLUSHING!" Silver roared.
The crowd howled.
"But seriously," Gonzo said, glancing between Jiggs and Silver, "you two weren't supposed to be the stars. Originally, the story centered around Champ and Deux."
A pause.
Then Gonzo grinned wider.
"But somehow, the Beta who wouldn't shut up and the Sigma who kept trying to slam him into walls—you two stole the spotlight. You became the unexpected couple characters. The narrative... shifted itself around you."
Jiggs blinked, lips parted. "So... we're the real leads?"
Gonzo winked. "It depends on how you would imagine it."
Silver stared, stunned into silence. Then slowly looked away.
And smiled.
Just a little.
But Jiggs saw it.
And smirked.
"Well, well, well," Jiggs said, brushing invisible dust off his shoulder. "Looks like I am the star of the show. The mysterious Beta man. The spark that turned the story on its head."
The camera zoomed in on Gonzo's exasperated face as the audience burst into laughter once more.
Champ crossed his arms and squinted suspiciously, narrowing his eyes like a cat eyeing a suspicious piece of string.
"You know, I noticed something," he said, voice dripping with mock betrayal. "I think Deux and I became the second leads in the final chapters. Jiggs and Silver got all the screen time."
The audience gasped with laughter. Deux shrugged like he'd already accepted it.
Gonzo, seated calmly in his velvet chair, simply smiled. "Well... the first half of the story was focused on you two—your love story, your discovery arcs, your growth."
He motioned across the stage to Jiggs and Silver, who were now leaning on each other like smug siblings who'd survived the chaos.
"But the second half—the Verilios arc—belonged to them. Your arc had found its resolution. So to keep the fire burning, I had to stoke a new flame. That meant a fresh love story, more unresolved tension, more twists."
Champ sighed dramatically. "So we got replaced by chaos gremlins."
"You're welcome!" Jiggs chirped.
Silver smirked like he had no regrets whatsoever.
Jiggs turned back to Gonzo, eyes sparkling. "So, what was the hardest part of writing this story?"
Gonzo leaned back, letting his gaze sweep the stage—at the Alpha, the Omega, the Beta, and the Sigma who had somehow all become beloved.
"There are so many Omegaverse stories out there," Gonzo began. "So I wanted to write something that didn't just follow the trope... but challenged it. Twisted it."
He looked at Champ. "I didn't want the Omega to always be the fragile one. I wanted them powerful. Capable. Fierce."
He looked to Deux. "And I wanted Alphas to be more than just growly dominants. I wanted to show that they can feel hurt. Be vulnerable."
He nodded to Jiggs. "And Betas? I was tired of them being background noise. So I gave one the throne. I gave one the mic. And that Beta stole the entire kingdom."
Jiggs preened.
"And then," Gonzo continued looking at Silver, "I introduced the Sigma male. Mysterious. Rebellious. Outside the hierarchy. Something new. Something unexpected."
He sighed, fondly. "It wasn't easy. It took a lot of imagining. A lot of rewriting. A lot of late-night pacing with coffee and panic. But I made it. We made it. You made it. We are here."
The audience applauded.
"So..." Jiggs leaned in, eyes wide. "Will there be a Book Two?"
"As of this moment..." Gonzo smiled gently. "I am not thinking of making a Book 2."
The crowd fell silent.
"I want to end your story here. Let the readers dream. Imagine how Beta King Jiggs rules his kingdom. Wonder what Champ and Deux are like as parents. Think about how Silver becomes a good father for his twins, how Caelum and the next generation will grow. Sometimes... it's more beautiful to wonder than to know."
The audience let out a collective aww.
"But," Gonzo added with a grin, "if my mood changes... and I stumble upon a new plot—maybe we'll see a story about the next generation. Caelum, Techno, Techna, Zevran. A new era. Who knows? If readers want it, I might try to squeeze my mind a little bit for a new plot."
Jiggs gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "Then we'll wait for it! You better inform me first, though. I need a lead role again."
"You were the mysterious lead," Gonzo said with a smirk.
"Well, I earned it," Jiggs sniffed.
Gonzo laughed. "Yes, you did."
The lights dimmed slightly. The stage softened. The glitter settled.
Jiggs stood, golden microphone in hand, and turned to Gonzo with a bright, genuine smile.
"Well, I guess... that's it for my questions."
He looked at Gonzo one last time.
"Any final message for everyone?"
Gonzo looked at the crowd. Then at the characters he'd brought to life.
He smiled.
Thinking about closing this chapter of his life with the characters he felt were alive with a bittersweet memory.
The stage dimmed into a golden hue. The applause, once thunderous, softened into a hum of anticipation. Every eye in the studio—and every heart behind a screen—was waiting for the final words from the one who made all of this possible.
Gonzo stood at centerstage now, no longer just the author, but the soul behind it all.
He smiled.
"I just want to say thank you, from the bottom of my heart," he began, his voice steady but warm, "for letting me tell you this story. I hope, in some way, I touched your heart—or inspired you, even just a little."
The audience leaned forward, hanging onto every word.
"I loved writing this story. Every twist, every disaster, every kiss, every tea-spilling moment. And believe me, I wanted to keep going. I wanted to stretch it out, make it longer, throw in another explosion or three."
He chuckled lightly.
"But sometimes... if you go too far, you lose the essence. The magic. And I knew—it had to end right here. Right where it still had its soul."
The crowd grew quiet. A respectful, emotional silence.
"To all the readers who followed this journey—especially those who left comments, screamed in the tags, DM'd me their breakdowns—you gave me joy. Seeing that someone was reading, someone was feeling this story... it meant more than you know."
He paused, looking around at the characters now seated like a row of misbehaving children after a school play.
"This was my first Omegaverse story. And maybe... my last," he said with a laugh. "Because I honestly don't know how to top this chaos."
A beat.
"Again—thank you. To everyone who stayed until the very end. This is it. I'm closing the book on The Enigmatic Omega Male. But stay tuned. I'm still here. Still writing. And I hope... when the next story arrives, you'll be there, too."
The lights flared.
Confetti exploded.
The audience erupted. Cheers shook the walls. Characters who once plotted to kill each other were now hugging. Deux lifted Caelum in the air like Simba. Silver fist-bumped his twins. Champ was crying non-stop like child who doesn't want his parents to leave him.
And through the sparkling chaos, Jiggs marched front and center, his glittering mic raised like the king of a kingdom built on gossip and glitter.
"And that's our show!" he shouted, barely heard over the screaming crowd and confetti cannons.
He turned to the camera, eyes gleaming, one last wink escaping beneath the stage lights.
"Spill the tea—not the blood," he grinned.
"And remember—this is Jiggs, a.k.a. your mysterious man, your ever-chaotic Beta King, and the one and only host of The Spill."
He struck a final pose.
Spotlight fades.
Curtain falls.
End of The Enigmatic Omega Male