(Lucas’s POV)

“Lucas, are you alright?"

Muffled, I heard Nancy’s voice calling me from my side. It took me quite some time to perceive who it is, because my head felt woozy.

"...Hey...”

I breathed.

She flinched slightly, like a natural response, before looking around her surroundings frantically. Luckily she is a Beta, so my pheromones won’t affect her.

"I-I will get some suppressants for you. Wait here!"

She assured before dashing somewhere.

While waiting for her, I crouched down and buried my face in between my legs.

I already knew that my senses started to tingle the moments he said ‘Hi’ to me in the park, his pheromones were strong after all. I started thinking that staying with him was a mistake on my part. Knowing how I am his fated pair in an impossible situation, the thought of wanting to just be friends with him should never crossed my mind.  

I began thinking a plan to weasel my way out from this sudden, unwanted fate. This shouldn't continue like this, I better came up with a plan to either cut ties with him or to disappear.

            After a few minutes, Nancy came back bringing a bottle of water and a bottle of surpressants, while also unneedlessly bringing Pierre with her. They both assisted me towards Pierre’s office so I could rest there in peace.

Precisely after an hour of a nap, I opened my eyes slowly. I felt so sluggish to the point where getting up feels impossible, but I am still at work and I didn’t want to bother anyone else.

Pierre came pacing at me after I raised from the sofa. He asked my well-being, while checking my temperature and my complexion. Seriously, if he were to have a child in the future, I bet he will be a good mother.

I rested again for another half an hour to gather my strength. While still doing so, I glanced at the working desk not far from me. Pierre was drawing something on the blueprint, his face wore a serious expression while carefully lining and moving his hands.

I admired him from afar. It was his dream to be a fashion designer ever since he was a middle school student. Though, passing through obstacles to convince his parents that wanted him to be a lawyer was a hard feat, after talking to them for a whole year and a half, they finally allowed him to enroll in a fashion school in the neighborhood.

I started to compare myself with him. If I weren’t formerly an Omega, I wonder where my liafe path is. If I were never an Omega...

...Would life be better?

I shook away my thoughts as it seemed like they were getting nastier by the second.

“Pierre...”

I called him and shifted to the sofa side to get up. It took him a few moments to disconnect from his concentration before looking at me with curious eyes.

“What is it?”

I mustered my bravery. After giving some thoughts of my plan, I finally came up with something that I thought was the best, for me and for the Alpha named Noah Elyas.

I stepped in front of Pierre and expressed my wish. He stammered for a brief second.

"A request for transfer?"

Pierre raised an eyebrow.

"Why so suddenly?"

He placed the drawing pencil that he held in his hands onto the working desk and was now giving his full attention to me.

"Well, I wanted to expand my horizons by working at a different branch."

Was my pretense, yet I wished to not slow down their work by my sudden heat. The summer fashion week might sound still far off, but as a fashion designer, we allocate time to think of a design, discuss about the design, and execute the design’s idea. All of them have already planned beforehand, so I really couldn’t afford having a sudden heat.

He cupped his chin.

Though small, Pierre Ruvel's have multiple establishments across the country. That being said, he shouldn't have any problems with transferring me somewhere. I hoped he sent me somewhere with less workload as I might need some time to rehabilitate for my Alpha deficiency.

"...I will think about that."

He gave me the safest answer, one that is not opposing and at the same time not agreeing yet. I really do hope he accepted my request, I wanted to at least avoid him until either I stabilized my heat or he got married.

Maybe I will meet him again after 10 years?

Pierre suddenly fathomed his hands like Moses parting the sea and wrapped his arms tightly around my shoulders, giving me a hug. I have to tilt forward and upwards for a bit, because in addition of wearing custom made medium heels shoes, he was taller than me by half a foot.

He patted my head.

"There there. My little bujibu~"

His tone was filled with adoration, yet his word at the very last sentence made my eyes twitched.

Did he just called me like a cat?

We hugged for more than ten minutes, and I am certain I smelled like his perfume after this, before he pulled away and winked at me.

"I will tell you my decision later."

He winked again and told me to rest more while sashaying to the exit.

That night, I was restless. Some of the heat’s symptoms were still there knocking at my five senses, even though I already took some surpressants as a protection from them. Because of that, I am now laying on the bed, twitching my body once in awhile as I felt something trickling down from my butt. Another annoying thing as an Omega is a constant flow of pre-cum as a preparation for instant penetration.

Which was quite hard for someone like me.

I don't think I need a pre-cum because I literally have no one to be deeply in relationship with, and I don't want to sleep with a random guy just to appease my heat. Back then, when I got my results as an Omega, I was wary of things called love. I know sooner or later I will fall in love with someone, but that was my choice to make. I don’t want this feeling of love that I had was only based on my sexual lust only. Due to that, I can't possibly love someone in a forced condition like suddenly meeting my fated person like this.

While still in daze, I heard a distant ring.

Moving only my eyes, I checked two locations that were within my view; the door and my bag. The door seemed tranquil, so I know it was not from there. Did the ring came from my phone?

I took a minute to muster my strength, and the ring died along the way. However the phone rang again for the second time, and I know I shouldn’t miss this ring. I groaned while dragging myself up from the sofa and sprinted with my last remaining strength before coming back to it.

Because I took a long time just to get the phone, I don’t have the liability to wait again for the third ring. That is, if the caller wanted to call me again.

I swiped the green icon with my thumb without looking for the caller’s info.

"Hello?"

"Hello?" The voice greeted.

Suddenly, my body heated up again. This voice...!

"...Mister Elyas?"