Read The Enigmatic Omega Male :: Discovering my Omega Body (Final Part)

Deux's POV

Class had just ended, and I was making my way down the hallway, five Beta subordinates trailing closely behind me.

As I passed, students scattered like frightened animals, avoiding my path as if their lives depended on it.

Ah... this is the kind of reaction I enjoyed. The sheer intimidation of my mere presence. The fear in their eyes. The way they stepped aside without hesitation.

However, as I walked, an all-too-familiar scent suddenly invaded my senses.

Lavender.

I clenched my jaw. I knew exactly who that scent belonged to.

My steps slowed as I passed by a classroom—Champ's classroom.

Just as I stopped, he strode out the door, bag slung over his shoulder, walking with purpose.

He didn't even wait for his cowardly little Beta friend, Jiggs.

"Hm." I narrowed my eyes.

Where is that rebellious Alpha headed?

He was moving fast, too fast. Suspicious.

Without hesitation, I approached the entrance of the classroom.

The moment I stepped inside, the remaining students bolted, leaving only Jiggs behind.

Poor thing.

His breathing turned shallow, and I could practically hear his heart hammering in his chest. He looked as if he wanted to run—his body twitching, his fingers gripping the edge of his desk—but it was too late.

I am already here.

I took slow, deliberate steps toward him. His lips parted, paling as he tilted his head up to meet my gaze.

"A-Ah... W-what d-do you w-want, M-Master Deux?" Jiggs stuttered, practically choking on his words.

I smirked. Pathetic.

"Where is your so-called Alpha leader? He abandoned you?" I taunted, watching as his hands trembled even more. "Is this how an Alpha should treat his subordinates? Leaving them behind? You do realize... that means I could do anything to you right now, and he wouldn't be here to stop me, right?"

Jiggs flinched, his entire body trembling. "P-please! I-I'm just a w-weak Beta! I-I c-can't fight you!"

Amusing. He even used his bag as a shield, hiding behind it as if it would protect him from me.

I sighed dramatically. "Relax. You know me—I only fight fairly."

He peeked over his bag cautiously.

"I saw Champ leave in a hurry," I continued. "Where did he go?"

Jiggs gulped. "C-Champ? H-he didn't say! H-he just told us to—" He hesitated, as if terrified to even speak.

"To what?" I pressed.

"T-to study, e-eat properly, a-and get enough sleep!" he blurted, voice cracking.

I blinked.

I wasn't sure what I expected... but it definitely wasn't that.

Slowly, a smirk stretched across my face.

"Well, now..." I chuckled, amused. "What kind of Alpha orders his subordinates to do that? Study? Eat well? Sleep early?"

"That's because Champ is a real Alpha and he cares deeply deeply for his clan members!" Jiggs suddenly said, his voice steadying as he pulled his bag down and met my gaze head-on.

Huh.

For the first time, he didn't stutter.

For the first time, he didn't cower.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

But I could tell—he was telling the truth.

His fear was real, yes, but there was no trace of deception in his eyes. He truly had no idea where Champ had gone.

Tch.

I exhaled sharply. "You can go."

Jiggs wasted no time. He grabbed his things and sprinted out of the room like his life depended on it.

As he ran, I noticed something.

...A dark stain on the back of his pants.

I let out a low laugh.

Seriously? I didn't even touch him, and the guy literally shit himself.

Pathetic.

Shaking my head, I stepped out of the classroom, inhaling deeply.

The lavender scent was still faintly lingering in the air.

It wasn't as strong as before, but it was enough.

Enough to track him.

Where did you go, Champ?

I turned to my five Beta subordinates.

"You're dismissed. Leave me."

They immediately turned to go, but before they could take another step, I stopped them.

"Wait."

They turned back.

I exhaled. "Study well, eat properly, and sleep early."

...

What the actual hell did I just say?

The five Betas looked at each other, confusion all over their faces.

I facepalmed.

Why the hell did I just repeat Champ's nonsense?!

"Forget what I just said! Get the hell out of my sight!" I snapped.

They scrambled away instantly, disappearing down the hallway.

I let out a frustrated sigh.

How did Champ even say that with a straight face to his subordinates? Just thinking about it made me sick.

Never again.

Never. Again.

Shaking off the humiliation, I focused back on my task.

Following the fading scent, I tracked Champ's path, step by step, until...

I found myself standing before an unfamiliar building.

My brows furrowed.

A center for specialists in Alpha, Beta, and Omega physiology?

My jaw tightened.

What the hell is he doing here?

Champ... what are you hiding?

I narrowed my eyes.

And more importantly—what are your weaknesses?

Because I will find them.

And I will use them against you.

...

Champ's POV

I was lying on a medical examination bed in my Uncle Henry's office, dressed in nothing but a thin light blue lab gown.

I was here for one reason—to undergo a full-body examination. My body had been changing rapidly, and I needed answers.

"How are you feeling, Champ?" Uncle Henry asked as he prepped his tools.

I sighed. "Just like you told me before... I'm starting to experience changes—not just physically, but even in the way I act and think."

Uncle Henry nodded, studying me with a critical eye. "I've noticed. Your skin has become smoother and paler. However, your muscle structure—your abs, biceps, triceps—they're still intact. I take it you're keeping up with your workouts?"

"Of course," I replied. "I have to keep my body in shape."

Uncle Henry hummed in approval but then hesitated before saying, "That's good, but... compared to the last time you were here, I've noticed a slight decrease in your muscle mass. It's subtle, but it's happening."

"As long as I still look fit, I don't care," I said firmly. But then, I frowned, remembering the most frustrating part of all these changes. "But Uncle—my manhood. What the hell is happening to it?!"

Uncle Henry's lips twitched like he wanted to laugh but was forcing himself to stay professional.

"I'll need to check it, Champ. Is that okay?"

I groaned. "Like I have a choice. Just get it over with."

Uncle Henry lifted the edge of my gown and began his examination.

(Don't worry—he's wearing gloves! He's a professional! No funny business here!)

I stiffened slightly as he studied the area, his fingers lightly pressing in certain spots, his gaze focused.

Then, he nodded. "Your testicles have completely disappeared inside your scrotum, Champ."

"...What?" I said, my stomach dropping.

"It means," Uncle Henry continued, "you are no longer capable of impregnating anyone."

I let out a sharp breath. I knew something was wrong, but hearing it confirmed out loud made it worse.

So that was why I had been wondering if I could still father children.

Turns out—I can't.

"There's no more function for them as an Omega, so your as your testicles disappeared, your scrotum have shrunk and retracted," Uncle explained. "Your penis has also undergone significant changes. It has shrunk down to 2.5 inches."

I nearly sat up in shock.

WHAT?!

"From 7.5 inches to 2.5 inches?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"

Uncle Henry cleared his throat. "As I was saying, your manhood no longer has a reproductive function. It will still be used for urination, but aside from that—"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it!" I snapped, exasperated. "No need to rub it in!"

Uncle Henry sighed, clearly amused. "However, during your heat cycle or in the case of doing a sexual intercourse, your penis will still produce a white fluid as a stimuli, but it will contain no reproductive properties."

"I SAID I GET IT, UNCLE! STOP REPEATING IT!"

I flopped back against the bed, groaning.

This was beyond humiliating.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Fine, whatever. Let's just move on. I have a bigger concern."

Uncle Henry raised a brow. "And that is?"

I hesitated, but I had to ask.

"...If I ever get pregnant... where the hell is the baby supposed to come out? Please, Uncle, I beg you—tell me it's NOT my ass!"

Uncle Henry chuckled, shaking his head. "Omega males like you, Champ, have a common reproductive system from Omega females."

He motioned for me to spread my legs a little wider, and I did—reluctantly.

Then, he grabbed an X-ray film from his desk, brought it back to me, and held it up for me to see.

"This is an image of your internal structure," he explained. "If you look here, you'll see that a uterus has developed inside your abdomen. This will serve as the home for any child you carry."

I stared at the X-ray, my face paling.

"I think I'm going to cry," I muttered.

Uncle Henry ignored my dramatics and continued. "Now, follow this long tube-like structure that connects from your uterus to... well..."

I squinted.

My brain processed what I was looking at.

Then, I paled even more.

"Wait... WAIT. Are you telling me that the baby will actually come out of—"

"Near your rectal area, yes."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

I was on the verge of a breakdown. "NO WAY! NO FREAKING WAY! YOU'RE TELLING ME I'M GOING TO GIVE BIRTH THROUGH MY ASS! I DON'T WANT TO FEEL LIKE I AM TRYING TO PUSH OUT MY CHILD LIKE SOME SORT OF SHIT!"

"Relax, Champ," Uncle Henry interrupted, shaking his head at my panic. "You're misunderstanding. You won't be delivering through your actual rectum."

I blinked. "Huh?"

Uncle Henry sighed. "Because your body has developed a new reproductive organ, there was also a new birth canal formed specifically for it. It's located near your rectal area, but it is separate from your digestive system. Let me show you..."

As I sat with my legs spread apart, he pointed to where my birth canal was—the place where the baby would eventually be born.

I took a deep breath, bracing myself, but the moment he touched it—

I flinched.

A strange sensation shot through me, something I couldn't quite describe.

It wasn't painful... but—

What the hell?

It was weirdly ticklish?!

My body reacted before I could stop it, and I almost kicked him in the face.

"Oi!" he yelped, barely dodging my knee. "What's your problem?!"

"I—I don't know!" I stammered. "It just... felt funny!"

"Funny?!" he repeated, looking both exasperated and amused. "We're talking about childbirth here, not a comedy skit!"

I groaned, covering my face. This was so embarrassing!

But seriously—what kind of bizarre reaction was that?!

I exhaled deeply.

So... my baby wouldn't be coming out with my literal shit, or worse, smells like shit!

Thank god.

"The birthing canal is highly elastic and designed for childbirth," Uncle Henry reassured me. "And yes—it also serves as an entry point for an Alpha's reproductive process."

I squeezed my eyes shut.

I had no words.

None.

I didn't know whether to be relieved or horrified.

"Are you experiencing any heat symptoms yet?" Uncle Henry asked.

"Not yet," I muttered.

"Well, that's good," Uncle Henry nodded. "But always keep your heat suppressants with you. We don't know when your first heat cycle will hit."

"I know, Uncle. I always carry them."

"Good." Uncle Henry smiled as he adjusted my gown back in place. "Now, rest for a bit. I'll prepare some Omega supplements to keep your body healthy."

I sighed. "Yeah... okay."

As Uncle Henry busied himself at his desk, I stared up at the ceiling, feeling drained.

Everything was happening so fast.

Everything was changing.

I inhaled deeply—

And froze.

A scent.

A very familiar scent.

Vanilla.

No way!

"Uncle..." I sat up abruptly, my eyes widening.

Uncle Henry turned, startled. "What? What's wrong?"