(Lucas’s POV)

I hugged my knees near my chest. Sometimes, streams of tears flow down my cheeks while I doze off.

It has been a week since I left my house. Since then, I have been living with Harry and Pierre in their house. Because of my unstable nature, as what Pierre had stated, I was refrained from doing any design and was urged to only rest until my heat really cooled down. It did, but it took a longer time than I expected.

Moreover, I never heard anything from Noah since I ran away from him. Some part of me were glad, while some part of me regretted my own decision. I am the one who decided to cut off my ties with him, yet the Omega inside me screamed in pain.

This is killing me.

I heaved a sigh and got up from the bed. It’s time to do something, I guess. I have been cooped up inside this guest bedroom that they have prepared for me for a week now. I stretched myself before twitching my nose around my armpits.

The scent of my pheromones were stuck on my clothes, even after my heat had ended, so I decided to take a bath first before wandering around the house.

After washing myself and making sure I didn’t smell anymore of my pheromones, I strolled inside the villa owned by the pair. Since the last time I went to their villa five years ago, the house has gotten bigger. Now, there are swimming pools outside near the verandah, and there are Harry’s small garden where he grew some vegetables and herbs there.

Touring outside, I climbed up the outer stairs towards the balcony on the second floor. There, a flower garden with small fountain were located and taken care of meticolously. After looking at the outward appearance, I can say their house is the most stylish among other houses beside them.

I then went back inside and strolled into the rooms except their rooms. Harry was working as a manager in his father’s trading company while Pierre went back to the office to finish his design, so right now, I am alone inside the house.

That’s when I started getting wary of my surroundings. I trotted towards the main door and made sure it had already been locked. Then, I walked upstairs until the third floor which was the highest floor and even checked the rooftop.

I went back downstairs when I am convinced that all the door are locked.

I sat down on the sofa in the middle of the living room and crouched. Since the night of our unfinished business, my body has been acting strange. I would feel hot if the memories of how he pinned me down flashed inside my mind. My breath would feel heavy at the scene where he carressed my body, and my mind would scream at the part where he deeply kisses me.

I groaned, hugging my knees tighter.

In all honesty, I have never felt something so amazing before. I have never felt so loved, so secure, that I feel like I would allow it if he did his way with me. But that was just my bodily desire, after all, the body doesn’t know what the mind had stored. Those traumas, those negative thoughts, and those bad memories that I will obtain when he knew I wm infertile made me shut my eyes tight every time I imagined them.

I remembered how my parents face when they discovered I was an Omega, how disappointment flashed beneath their eyes when they knew their second son, their third child of the family were born as an Omega. Yet, they were loving, and never discriminate between their childrens even though there’s a difference in gender. In fact, Father taught all of his Alpha childrens to protect the other gender, especially Omegas.

“Remember, Omegas are a gift for us second genders, because in their bodies, they bear life.”

Was what father always said to us before our bedtime and before going to school. I was blessed with a caring family, but not so with my mind. I struggled with depression and self harm, until at one point, my Alpha siblings literally stayed together with me for the whole time. They never complained, for they told me their Omega brother is a gift in their Alpha family.

Tears formed on my eyelids when I reminisced their words.

Nowadays, I feel more confident with my gender, in addition of the Omega Protection Law and Omega Rights, I feel better in going outside to the public, that was why I decided to join Pierre in his quest to become the best fashion designer in the world.

I chuckled when I remembered how enthusiastic he was the first time he stated that he wanted to be a fashion designer.

He seemed to be winning in life.

While my mind trudged down the memory lane, I heard a ring at the door. I went to the door thinking that it was Pierre on the doorstep, as he usually return home in the afternoon to have lunch and unsuspectingly opened the door without realizing the golden aura that was seeping beneath the door.

I opened the door and froze.

Like deja vu, Noah stood straight in front of me, his eyes gleamed a golden hue. I stepped backwards to run away from him, but lose my chance when he wrapped me in one of his arms and brought another one near my face.

“I’m sorry...”

He said and closed my eyes.

I involuntarily gasped, and after that, all I see was darkness as I feel myself falling onto his shoulder.

(Noah’s POV)

I brought his body closer to me as I have him sit on my lap. He breathed softly, and placed his hand on my shoulder as he buried his face in my neck.

He looked like he was in a daze, yet I know half of it was my fault.

I never would have expected that I one day would use a commanding aura towards my mate, my one and only Omega. I glanced at his sleeping face, and pecked his lips when I felt my urge getting too much to handle.

On that breezy spring day, I would never have imagined meeting my mate that way. It was an accidental meeting where I was struggling to find a vacant seat and by chance, he has an empty seat at his table. Upon sitting on the table, I automatically knew he is an Omega. Well, who won’t? With that soft caramel hair and that gentle amber eyes, everyone would be attracted to his charms and wanted to know him, though I felt irritated at the moment I imagined him getting wooed by others. Even so, with us being strangers, I shook that feeling away, thinking that maybe an Alpha like me—especially the dominant ones—have the tendency to be possessive over Omegas.

Our accidental meeting soon grew into more accidental meetings. Meeting unpurposefully in the park near my company, or even seeing him in the fashion week I am invited to, I feel like fate wanted us to meet.

I can say I have grown fond of him after we talked in the park about some food. He was so cheerful and vibrant when we chatted that I find myself wanting to talk to him more.

My desire grew when I started imagining my future with him. How our wedding ceremony would look like, what kind of house we would buy, and even what our children would look like. I subconsciously grin at those thoughts.

I planned to slowly know him before we proceed to the next stage, but lately, he has been avoiding me, without me knowing why.

When I finally stumbled upon him as he slept at the park beneath the tree, my inner Alpha shouted in triumph, and also growled greedily when I smelled something from him. It was a sweet scent, almost sickening that it muddled my head. It smelled faint though.

I approached him still, while keeping myself controlled to not surprise him. Luckily he was alright, and was able to strike conversations with me even though a few minutes after, he ran away somewhere.

My instincts have never felt so right, when I called him that night. I was actually interested in Pierre Ruvel’s designs, and ougth to discuss contracts with him, yet greeting me at the end of the line was his voice, all submissive and weak, it rendered my inner Alpha to want to run over to him.

We ended the phone call prematurely, and I can feel the Alpha in me grieved. But that grief will end soon, after I contacted my secretaries to locate his house.

I arrived at his home a few hours after I managed to track his wherabouts, and Damn, do my instincts dying to see him.

I planned to see him and discuss calmly, that’s what my sound mind wanted to do, yet my plan went down the drain when he opened the door with the most alluring look on his face.

He look shocked and unconsentful, yet his eyes spoke for all the desires welled up inside him.

His desire for me.

Without further ado, I grabbed him into my arms and expressed all my desires with my kisses on his lips. They were soft and moist, and they were greedy of me.

Things became uncontrollable when our bodies collide. How hot and heavy he had became because of me, and how possessive I have became because of him. We continued on transferring our heat towards each other, and I tried my best to not bury my teeth deeper inside his neck. I don’t want to force him to become mine.

“Noah...”

I heard my name being called by those lips, and this heat transferred down to my lower parts. I shivered slightly when I felt something down there getting hard. I started slipping my hands beneath his pants to prepare him.

Along the way, I took the chance to rub the area below his bellybutton, where his womb is located at. I imagined what our child would look like if I impregnate him; what traits that they will posses from the both of us, and what gender-

WHAM!

I feel a dull pain on my forehead and shot my eyes to him. He held his forehead, probably feeling the same pain that I do, yet his expression hides a feeling more than that. While still in daze, he managed to escape from me, and he disappeared from my sight since then.

I hugged him near me in a protective manner. I know he was thinking of running away from me again, but from now on, he will fail.

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