(Lucas’s POV)

After that incident, my days went back to being peaceful and my heat safely ended. Though, I would feel throbbing pain, not from my neck, it was from the organ of my lower body, my womb.

I am worried there might be complications from me taking medicines, so a few days after my heat ended, I went to see a doctor to discuss about the issue.

"Oh, it's nothing bad actually. It just means your womb is ready to ovulate."

I stammered. "P-Pardon? Ovulation?”

"Yes. This is a natural reaction when you met a suitable partner for copulation. Though, these cases rarely happens."

The doctor adjusted his glasses.

"Well, simply put, you have just found your fated pair. Congratulations!" The doctor said.

However, his very statement drained blood from my face.

"Doctor... Can I really, get pregnant?" My face contorted into a look of conflict.

The doctor fell silent for a moment.

"Well, you have to discuss that matter with your partner. Anyway, I will decrease the dose of your medicine as a precaution. If you are fine after a given time, we will give the normal dose to you again."

I nodded weakly. "Thank you, doctor."

After getting my prescriptions, I exited the doctor's office with heavy steps.

I feel like crying. Partly because I feel slightly happy that the guy named Noah Elyas is my fated pair, he looks like a good guy and I liked him a little, but most of all, I feel the burden of not being able to bear his child if we were to be together. 

Since young, I was diagnosed with low fertility. The doctor said that the main reason was the emotional stress that caused the womb to be underdeveloped. I did experience depression throughout my whole middle school and high school days, I just couldn't believe that all of them resulted in this.

I leaned against the white hospital wall and sighed.

"What should I do...?"

I soon forgot about my worries when I was swamped with work. In a blink of an eye, a month had passed and it was time for the fashion week.

"You hear me? Walk straight with confidence and pizzazz! We're here to widen our scope to the world! Let them know who is the best!!"

Pierre encouraged the models, flailing and gesturing with some signs that only his close colleague knew, which was me. I sighed and shook my head. At least the models looked more high spirited than before.

"Lucas, can you help me complete this model's outfit? It needs another person to do the fitting."

Nancy, one of my designer colleague called me while showing an outfit design in a tablet. I gave her an agreeing nod and followed her towards the back of the stage.

The ambience was still similar from when Pierre Ruvel's label was first introduced. A rowdy backstage, busy colleagues, and not to forget the label's owner, Pierre who was present himself.

Similar to Harry, Pierre was one of my friends in middle school and high school, a sexy and always misunderstood Beta. He was also there when I was in my bad condition, which lead in my relationship getting closer to him. Oh, and by the way, he was Harry's partner.

"Remember, if you think you want to show 100% of your spirit, show me 200%! We have a special guest from a long standing company with us tonight."

He waved towards the model and they dispersed.

"Long standing company?" I asked him.

"An old, yet still strong company. I heard they have involved in the trading business for over than 200 years."

"Then, what does it have to do with our fashion week today?"

Pierre patted my shoulder in the most diva way possible.

"It's all about connection, sweetheart."

He winked and sashayed towards the make-up section.

I blinked in confusion.

Even though I have been with him for over fifteen years, I still haven't figured out what he was thinking.

I shrugged and continued my work.

Shortly after that, the show started.

Apart from our brand, there were also other fashion brand showcasing their collection. Well, it was a FASHION WEEK after all.

After about some time getting into shifts to help the models change, I finally be able to go to the showcase hall. I stood at the back row, slithering in between the spectators who clapped their hands occasionally and in a high class manner.

My eyes stopped at the sight of Noah. Why was he here?!

I gasped and immediately scurried away from the hall back to the backstage.

At the back, I was panting. My eyes darted everywhere in confusion as I constantly think.

Why was Noah Elyas there in the front row of the seat? Why was he here in the fashion week? I thought he was an office worker, a manager at best. But based on his outfit that I had seen before, I don’t think he’s just an ordinary salaryman.

"Lucas?"

Pierre's high pitched voice startled me.

"What's wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost."

"Pierre..." I paused.

"Do you know who Noah Elyas is?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Well, of course. He was the current director of Ocra Co. The company I told you about."

My jaw dropped.

Seriously?

I caned my forehead on the table, looking like I was thinking when I'm actually not.

I mean, I do guessed Noah being a rich Alpha, but I never expected him to hold such position. Suddenly, all the moments of when he seemed like a normal human faded. I ruffled my hair and groaned.

"You're gonna get bald, you know?"

Harry Nielsen caned his cheeks in front of me as he shot me a bored gaze.

"Besides, why are you here in my house? Get out." He said monotonously.

"Harry, listen to me~" I whined and pulled one of his sleeves.

"Ack! What is it?! Stop pulling my shirt, it will stretch."

I let go of his sleeves and cupped my head with my arms.

He sighed. "Tell me what happened. I'm all ears."

For the next half an hour or less, I started telling him about Noah, how we met and how I discovered he was my fated pair. Things went downhill straight after that when I reminded him of my infertility problems.

He scratched his head while pondering.

"Hmm, that is indeed a problem. Omegas should have higher fertility rate than any other secondary genders, so having kids as an Omega is easy. But in your case, what was the fertility rate again?"

"Almost zero."

"I see..."

He pouted his lips. "Well, in the end, it all lies to you and your partner. Have you told him yet?"

"No. I'm too scared."

"Why?"

"Because he is the director of THE Ocra Co."

Harry suddenly gasped. "Well, this has become a REALLY huge problem..."

I looked at him curiously. "Why is that?"

"Because it was said that the director of Ocra Co. is already engaged."

My eyes widened in disbelief.

"What?"