Liev's POV

Huh? Then if it's not here, where could that—

I froze.

There, sitting on the floor between the counter and the door, was the blonde from yesterday. He was curled up, his face flushed red, almost silently crying, in a weakened state, and struggling.

...???

Holy sh*t —Goddam—F*c—I groaned as the realization hits me.

THE SCENT WASN'T FROM TEA AT ALL—IT WAS PHEROMONES. 

Haaahh... So the delicate, fragrant, and soothing smell of jasmine was actually coming from.... him...? 

Now that I'm conscious of the situation, I start to feel the toll of someone in heat. My whole skin tingles, the sensation running through my bones as if reacting to the omega. My body seems to want to put something into action.

What is this? My eyes clearly seek to search for him. My ears picked up on his whimpers and our shared desperate gasps for air—uncertain if it was due to our heavy chests or our addiction, desiring to inhale more of each other's scents. My heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest, thumping so hard that I could even hear it. It felt like electricity was brushing against my skin. Saliva quickly built up in my mouth, forcing me to swallow now and then as if I were hungry,

So my body has been heating up since earlier because of him, huh? 

This has never happened before.

'I░ want t░ t░uch hi░..'

'░ want to ░ite h░m...'

'I ░ant ░o e░t him...'

'I w░nt to m░ke h░m min░..'

'░ wan░ to ░um in░id░ ░im...'

'░ wa░t t░ ma░e hi░ pr░g░░n░...'

'I want t░'—*Slap*.



I had to slap myself before I lose myself in such thoughts.




No. no, no....Aaahhh—Why's my mind like this—? I need to get a hold of myself.

Confusion clouded my thoughts. It's as if there are voices inciting me to forget myself. Is this my animalistic instinct kicking in? It's like a battle of wills, with my sanity hanging in the balance.

My heart raced, and all I could think about was putting my mind to other things, or else I might lose myself.

I should have known since it was almost exactly what happened yesterday. 

Aren't omegas usually associated with fruit or flower scents? 

Why is he a tea?

 




What is he? A herb? 

Ah, but he has a jasmine tea scent... I guess that's a floral scent.

But aren't omegas supposed to be rare as well?

Why have I been encountering them since yesterday?

But to think about it, maybe there should be at least one omega in each class. I haven't struggled before since I was in an all-alpha school when I was a junior high school student.

AHH—What am I even doing?  I brushed my hair, deliberately avoiding his gaze—defying my eyes that continue to seek for him. The pressure is mounting, and I struggle to clear my thoughts.

Hah.

Desperately trying to calm myself down, my fingers instinctively reach for my nape, continuously rubbing it. It seems to be an unconscious response to stress.

So... he's an omega, huh?






My thoughts finally connected, giving me some relief. So that's why the blonde was hostile to me—because I'm an alpha and both he and the girl are omegas.


Did I smell? Is that how knew that I was an alpha? How did he—I mean—oh, well... probably it's the instinct.

But what luck is this? No—wait, it's not luck. What do you even call it?





I've encountered omegas in heat for two days in a row now. What is the universe trying to pull now?





I don't plan to commit a crime when I'm not yet even legal—Not that I'm planning to do so when I become one.





Oh gods... please keep me sane amid all this chaos.




Wait, why am I thinking about all this? This is not the right time to think about anything else when there is someone in a dire state in front of me.

Oh my god Lievon Herschel, are you nuts?

I took a deep breath, trying my best to calm both my mental and physical state. I concealed my pheromones to avoid overwhelming the blonde. 

He's trembling and crying from the struggle but still manages to glare at me as if a cat hissing. It must be hard for him to bear that state. Not that I actually know since I'm not an omega, but seeing him is enough to tell that it's hurting him inside.

I don't know what to do. 

"Hey," I called softly, trying not to startle him. My mind was racing, wondering why is he in that state anyway.

 

Was he not taking his medicine? After what happened to the omega yesterday, how could he let this happen to himself?

Blonde looked up at me, his eyes glazed over, clearly in distress. He didn't respond, just continued to tremble on the floor.

 

The scent was getting out of hand, slowly getting into my head as if I was getting drunk. I attempted to concentrate on anything other than the overpowering scent filling the air.

Desperation gripped my chest as I fought to keep myself together. But it's slipping away, like grains of sand slipping through my fingers, each moment pushing me closer to the edge of sanity. I covered my nose with my hands and began to breathe through my mouth, desperate for relief.

I can't allow myself to become a monster right here. 

"...Your meds?" I asked, hoping he just forgot them. If that's the case, I can just fetch it for him so he can take it for him and calm down, right?

But his face suddenly crumples into a weeping expression, making me flinch as shivers run through my entire body.

What—? Huh..? Why's he weeping?

Panic surged through me. What did I do again? 

My body started to warm up even more. I could feel something starting up in my body.

And—Hold up. What is up with this body? And what the hell was that?

"H-hey? What's wro..." Confused, but worried for him more than myself. I noticed he started to say something. I stopped talking to listen.

"T...they're... not... w-working..." he stammered.






...Ha?

What do you mean by 'they're not working'? 






You mean... the... medicine...?

Yeah.... no. 

We're damned... Definitely damned.

The longer we stay in one room together, the more dangerous the situation will become. I was barely holding myself together at this point.

What now?

I tried to think of things that could help calm an omega.





Should I help him relie—no, no, no. We're at school. That's not even an option.





And to think that I'd offer that to the blonde? Not a chance. 

Silly me, why did that even hit my mind? Ahaha...

Err... The clinic?

But that would mean carrying him, having direct contact. That is too risky. What if I lost control?

What should I do...?

I took a deep breath, mustering up the courage and mental fortitude to face the blonde properly. The sight of him in such a weakened state, even weeping... somehow.... cutely, was awakening something inside of me. It was hard to watch him struggle any longer.

I had a bad feeling about what would happen next, but I guess it is what it is. 

I just hope that whatever might happen will be for the best for both of us.

"Hey, can you hear me?" I asked, my voice soft yet firm.

He toned down, still sniffing and hiccupping from his weeping. He looked at me with a confused expression, but I knew he was listening.

"Hey, I don't know if you're in the right mind right now—I mean, yeah, you're in heat. Well, I... I don't know how I can help you... I don't think you actually want to—but I want to—No I mean... help—uh..." What the f*ck are you doing Lievon? I couldn't even get the right words out. I'm literally shaking.

Not just because of our past interactions, but also because I couldn't think straight in this situation. 

I knew that what I had said wouldn't make him understand what I meant. Frustrated, I scratched my head. 

Despite the danger, I walked closer, sat down, and crouched on my toes with my elbows resting on my thighs. I looked at him seriously, emitting a bit of my pheromones to let him that what was in from of him was an alpha. I hope that makes him aware of what I am, should make him think about it properly.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked. Wait, that sounds—oh, well.

He didn't even seem threatened at all—which somehow hurt my ego. Hey, you're facing an alpha, you know...? Are you not even scared that I'll hurt you? 



Hah whatever, doubting if I'm really an alpha doesn't really matter now. 

He tilted his head, huffing from the heat, processing what I was trying to say. His reaction was about to crumple again, probably he's about to weep.

I saw it coming and panicked. Out of nowhere, my body moved on its own, cupping his cheek while trying to hush him. My intimidating gaze from a moment ago softened with concern and gentleness.

Ah sh*t—Now I've finally done it. We're... too close... I realized what I had done too late. It must've been a reflex from looking after kids. Yeah, that must've been the case, I tried to reason.

I was still in the middle of thinking when he spoke up.

"H-help... m-me..." He pleaded, tears escaping his eyes. But why does it look... cute?

Hah. I'm really screwed up in the head. What did I just think about? Hello...? Why am I finding it cute that he's in such a sorry state? What—?

My eyebrows furrowed due to the thoughts that kept conflicting in my head. But I have to manage to show at least a smile for him to avoid scaring him.

"Yes, yes... That's the plan... but blondie... you need to tell me what you want me to do. How can I help you?" I closed my eyes as I said that, trying not to see his cut—face. Yes, trying not to see his face so I could speak properly.



Well, now that I'm near him... I guess, we're fine if we're going to go to the clinic swiftly, no? 

"Should we go to the clinic, hm?" I asked gently, already thinking of ways of how I'd transport him there were starting to form in my head but then he immediately held both my hands that were cupping his cheeks, shaking his head, never stopping. Is he against that idea...?

What's his deal? That's the safest option we have now. What was stopping us from going to the clinic?



My stress is starting to weigh heavily on me, adding to the pressure in my chest. I tried sighing to at least lessen it.




He must have his reasons if he's as if almost begging, shaking his head, tears welling up in his closed eyes.

I leaned my forehead against him to calm him down. 

"Shh... alright... alright... we won't go there."

He continued to sniff and hiccup as he started to calm himself. At least he had stopped shaking his head.

I sighed, now left with no options except the last thing I could think of. Is there really no other way?

"Hey, but if we're not..." I looked away, closing my eyes slightly to breathe but then I noticed the sudden movement—the heat and scent getting closer to me.


He drew closer with his eyes locked onto mine. My heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and confusion. His arms moved and seemed that he'd wrap them around my neck, already making his heat and scent right by my nose.

Caught off guard, I tried to back away but lost my balance. I managed to put my hand behind me for support, but our position left him kneeling between my legs, his hands finally meeting around my neck while his arms rested on my shoulders. My whole body felt like it was in chaos, making the hairs on my skin stand on end.

"You—" I was about to scold him for making such a dangerous situation.

Blonde tilted his head slightly to the side, meeting my gaze with a look that seemed to wonder about something. 




'Do you even know what you're doing?'




'You look so out of it, will you be able to remember anything when this is all over?'




'What's with that look? '

'Why are you...'

This is so unfair. I groaned.

Thoughts I'd been trying to suppress began pouring into my mind with alarming speed. My chest felt like it was about to explode, my body was unnervingly warm, and I was undeniably excited, reacting to his presence so intensely.

"Y..you're making this difficult for me, you know...?" I managed to say, my voice trembling with the effort of keeping control.

I tried to breathe, to stop my desires from taking over, but it was futile. Frustration and confusion boiled over, and I cursed under my breath. "Goddamn it."

As if something snapped inside me. 

My eyes started to darken and all I could see was him.




Swiftly, I gently turned Blonde around to face me, my eyes locked on his. I was catching my breath, trying to hold on to the last string of sanity I had left.




If we were doing this, I needed to maintain control to avoid hurting him.