The male doctor, carrying his chart and diagnosis in hand, stopped in front of the door to the VIP room. Behind him were another three doctors whose faces were whiter than the coats they wore.
Beyond the door, was one of the major shareholders in the hospital they work in, thus, all four doctors specializing in gender development rushed in to show their faces, even when they all looked like there was something stuck in their throats.
The male doctor sighed. Everyone knew how scary the man behind the door was, so they were all readying themselves.
The door opened and the four of them entered. However, the male doctor stopped by the entrance, covering his nose in haste, while looking at the air in shock. Because he was an alpha, he could see the thick scent of pheromones enveloping the room.
"Eek!"
Those behind the male doctor were betas. Normally, betas couldn't see or feel pheromones, but because the scent permeated the room was abnormally high. The three beta doctors behind him lurched and clamped their stomachs, covering their noses. Their breathing became strenuous with their faces turned whiter and whiter.
The male doctor stepped into the room quickly, slamming the door behind him. He looked at the patient with difficulty and said, "Mind retracting your pheromones, Mr. Del Valle? How can we treat you if you poison us with your scent?"
The patient, who was seated on the single-seater sofa rather than on the bed, answered haughtily without looking at the male doctor, "Do you think I'll end up in this damned place if I can control it at will?"
The male doctor replied with an obvious dislike, "No. But at least your scent isn't like this yesterday. However, judging by your constant glaring on the tablet, you were enraged, which made your pheromones poisonous to weaker individuals. Calm your nerves and the scent will ease."
The patient cackled viciously, veins popping up his neck, he scowled at the doctor and said, "I'm furious, indeed. Be grateful I'm not thrashing this place and destroying everything here."
"What made you this furious?"
The mad patient replied sharply, "That son of a b*tch who made me like this hasn't yet been found! How dare an omega to offer me his bloom? I was minding my business jogging in the park and that b*tch dare and attack me!"
A knock on the door broke the patient's wrathful speech. The male doctor looked back and saw a man in a black suit entering, flinching for a moment from the thick scent inside the room before proceeding to walk toward the enraged patient.
The patient threw the tablet on the table. It landed with a loud thud, making the man's shoulders jump. He spat with subdued anger, "Did you find that insolent tiger?"
The male doctor who moved to the corner suddenly had an elephant's ear. His face gaped in disbelief at what he heard, thinking to himself – even a tiger tried to mate with him?!
The man in the suit bowed and answered nervously, "No, sir. The area where he was sitting wasn't covered by CCTV. The only footage caught was when he was wearing the mascot."
"Then find where the mascot belongs!"
"We narrowed the area, sir, but we didn't find any nearby establishment that uses a tiger as their mascot. We found a rabbit, a cat, even a platypus—
The male doctor restrained his laughter, but his shoulders trembled from doing so. The man in black bowed his head even more so that his chin almost stabbed his neck already after receiving a death glare. He was sweating profusely.
The patient, who doesn't look like a patient at all, slammed his hand on the armrest of the sofa and yelled, "Find him. Search the city or the zoos if you must!"
"Yes, sir!"
The male doctor cleared his throat after the door closed. He caught the attention of the seething unlikely patient in a hospital gown while sitting on the couch with crossed legs and folded arms. The alpha male doctor couldn't help but admire him and think – he was the only one who could pull off such a model look while wearing a striped hospital gown.
Then, he approached the patient carefully and asked, "Can I proceed with the check-up now, Mr. Del Valle?"
With a silent nod, the doctor proceeded as planned. He measured the patient's pheromone count. The measuring device beeped while the numbers on the screen went higher and higher until it stopped.
The male doctor sighed and shook his head, "You've got high blood pressure. Lower your intake of anger and bathe in cold water if possible."
"Continue this sh*t and I'll kick you out."
The doctor laughed and sat on the opposite seat. He laid the device on the table, the screen facing the patient along with the digital chart where all his diagnoses were written.
Then, the doctor began, "You had difficulty in releasing your pheromone before, resulting in your unstable conditions. The pheromones that accumulated in your body exploded because of the omega you met. This is the reason why you're experiencing a loss of control right now.
"And there's a higher chance that the schedule of your rut will be disturbed since you're experiencing the earlier symptoms now, when it should start in a month, based on your schedule."
The patient furrowed his brows, "Then it means that once I release all the accumulated pheromones, I will go back to normal?"
"Hardly," the male doctor answered without hesitation. The patient's face darkened, so the doctor continued, "Your condition isn't normal in the first place. Alphas and omegas have to release their pheromone regularly to prevent implications. It can be done in two ways, but you, Mr. Del Valle, have a hard time releasing them unless you're in a rut.
"Your rut's every three months, and within that span, the pheromones unspent inside you is what causes your senses to dull and you faint in the slightest amount of unpleasant pheromone scents around you. You have to release them in large quantities at least twice a month or daily in smaller bits."
The male doctor swiped the chart and zoomed in on a particular part, "However, look at your recent result, after you experienced that omega bloom, your pheromone count is higher, but your conditions stabilized. Not just because you're releasing them right now, but because the omega's scent is compatible with yours."
The doctor looked at the patient with serious eyes, "A possible reason why you can't control your pheromones to retreat at will right now, is because you're unconsciously wanting to accept the omega's bloom."
The patient's body froze except for his twitching eyebrow. Disgust and disbelief mixed in his face.
The doctor, suppressing the grin on his face from his cousin's predicament, grabbed the chart and covered his lower face, while suggesting, "I agree that you must find him even if you search the zoos, cousin. He might be of help to you."
Azrael's face darkened even more.