Chapter 3: A Clumsy Omega
Doha was speechless.
What was this ex-shitty beta and now-shitty omega doing releasing his pheromones in front of an alpha.
And not just any pheromones, but ones filled with sexual desire as if he wanted to pounce on Doha.
It was on a similar level as openly groping him.
During the three years, Yeon Doha had lived in The Forgotten Flower, he’s had his fair share of shitty things.
The number one thing on that list was an omega coming onto him.
He scowled down at Song-rik as he inched backward.
"Hey, mister! Don’t you know that’s a crime!?" He yelled. "Fuck, why are you coming onto someone so much younger than you!"
Yeon Doha was currently 20 years old and according to the novel, Jang Song-rik was 29 at the time.
"I... I’m not doing this on purpose!" Song-rik yelled back.
"Not on purpose, my foot!"
Doha’s legs were starting to give out as the intensity of the pheromones was increasing.
No! Not like this. I tried so hard just to escape this shit!
Song-rik slowly chased after the stumbling and now crawling away alpha.
Doha could feel the flush on his face through the sheer heat of it. And he hated it.
Why won’t my body listen to me?!
Run! Damn it! Run!
"T... The doctor said I’ve imprinted on you or something... So it has to be you!!"
Song-rik yelled out loud as he stopped.
"I didn’t want this either, okay!" Song-rik yelped as tears rolled down his eyes.
He crouched down hiding his face between his knees and sobbed.
"I also wanted to meet in a better way," Song-rik yelled in between sobs. "I too didn’t want to purpose some deal but I need you so urgently that I don’t have another option!!"
Doha was now struggling to breathe, gasping for breathe. He put his hand over his mouth to stop the inflow of the pheromones.
But they’re just so sweet! I want to keep taking them in!
Snap out of it! You idiot!
"If you had just read those papers, you would have known what was the problem!" Song-rik yelled.
Doha’s mind was hazing by the increasing intensity of the pheromones.
Does that clumsy omega doesn’t know how to control his shit?!
Doha stopped crawling away, abruptly.
He turned and headed toward the crouching Song-rik. It was crookedly funny how it was easier going towards him than away.
Doha reached him and yanked his head from his hair.
On his knees in front of Song-rik, Doha’s eyes were already turning gold from slipping into a rut.
Fuck! This is bad!
"Hey! Hold your breathe. Think as if your holding back tears," Doha said with the most calm he could muster up.
"W... What?" Song-rik looked up, confused.
"Damn it! I’m teaching you how to control these fucking pheromones! So just listen!"
Doha was slowly losing it.
Now his vision was turning blurry and flashy.
Just a moment before I lose reason.
Fuck!
"Just think as if you’re holding back tears but from your neck!" Doha shouted.
"It’s... not working!"
"Fuck! I can see that!"
"... " *sobs.
"Hey... You said you sorta imprinted on me, right?"
"Yeah... "
"I’m going to release my pheromones to try to calm you down, so brace yourself."
Doha’s eyes had now started glowing due to pheromone intoxication and oncoming rut.
"Okay... " Song-rik said quietly.
A soft golden scent of roses filled the air and surrounded Song-rik like a coat. Enveloping him warm and cushioning him into calmness.
The thick chocolate scent slowly faded down as it mixed with the roses and thined into a refreshing fragrant of warm chocolate.
Song-rik felt himself melt with Doha’s pheromones. They were the same that he had smelled that night he awakened as an omega.
It was confirmed when he visited the doctor.
More like, he was never really a beta to begin with. He had always been a dominant omega, but he had a psychological condition which caused him to remain dormant and never manifest the traits.
The doctor was told the entire account of the night by Song-rik and he thought out the cause to be likely drinking and making a leeway through the psychological stress for a moment that Song-rik’s body needed to manifest.
In fact Song-rik had never drank before. He found alcohol utterly tasteless and therefore never drank enough to get call it drinking.
But this certain bartender was excellent at making sweet and fruity cocktails that Song-rik surprisingly liked.
And before he knew it, he had drunk himself into stupor.
The doctor said that Song-rik was lucky to have such gentlemen of an alpha beside him during his manifestation.
Otherwise it could have been very dangerous because he was a dominant omega, if he was out oozing pheromones like that, even a beta would’ve attacked him.
Maybe because Song-rik had his first heat beside Doha and felt safe with him, he had unconsciously imprinted on him.
He was surprisingly in a good pheromone harmony when he went to the doctor.
Which indicated he already had a dedicated imprint partner.
For Song-rik, who had taken a liking to Doha, this was both a good news and bad news.
He was happy to have imprinted on his new crush but feared what would happen now.
Would Yeon Doha help him?
Would he return his feelings or would he feel disgusted?
Would he even associate with him anymore?
The thoughts ate away at Song-rik before he came with an idea of using the imprint as an excuse to be close to Doha.
He could just use that chance to win him over and they would be together.
How simple.
But Yeon Doha didn’t want anything to do with him even for money.
And now, maybe out of pity or maybe out of annoyance, Yeon Doha had sweetly wrapped him in his warm pheromones.
The imprint really was there.
Song-rik thought. Because there was no other way this could feel so warm and safe.
But that was just the case for Song-rik.
Yeon Doha was now at the verge of sinking his teeth into Song-rik’s shoulder.
Suddenly the warm and cozy pheromones morphed into domineering and invading hands.
Song-rik could feel the pheromones penetrating every inch of his body.
Like they wanted to devour him.
Song-rik shivered in fear.
The rosy scent was now choking him and entering thick through each opening in his body.
He felt his nape tingle as Doha’s pheromones seeped into it and made his body hot.
Flushing red, Song-rik could feel not a single word utter out of him in front of this golden eyed alpha.
He felt something sticky ooze out from his behind as well as his chocolatey scent becoming thicker.
He looked up at Doha in fear.
His eyes had now because feral gold and his canines had slightly grown out.
He was short out of breathe and pumping out pheromones that screamed he was going to eat Song-rik alive.
Doha had gone into a rut.
And his rut pheromones were inducing Song-rik’s heat.
Doha suddenly held Song-rik’s face with his right hand and yanked hin closer.
He seemed awfully gentle and calm compared to his raging pheromones.
For a moment he kept staring at Song-rik’s lips as if pondering whether to kiss them or bite them off.
Song-rik could utter a single word. He was frozen stiff.
He didn’t know an alpha in a rut could be this strong and scary.
But he felt somewhere that Doha wouldn’t hurt him even if something did end up happening.
Doha leaned in closer and Song-rik closed his eyes.
’I wouldn’t really mind him kissing me... ’
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