"GET HIM OUT OF MY SIGHT!" Here I was again sitting in a room with an alpha whose pheromones are filled in, not to mention that they smelled like a sink died in the room.
"Every breath felt like an assault on my senses, sharp and overwhelming. I pressed my sleeve to my nose, trying to block out the stench, but it was no use. The room reeked of dominance, arrogance, and something sickly sweet that turned my stomach.
The alpha glared at me, his eyes narrowing as if I'd insulted him simply by existing in his presence.
Finally a gaurd came is and escorted the guy out, i collapsed to the floor not being able to hold myself up again. "Somebody get me out of here!" I shouted.
"I'm so, so, sorry young master"
The voice was trembling, full of remorse, but it didn't help the pounding in my head or the lingering nausea from that alpha's unbearable scent. My lungs felt clogged, and my knees shook as I tried to push myself upright. The sickly pheromones had left a suffocating trail in the room, like a toxic fog that refused to lift.
One of the older carried in bridal style, walked out of the room and took straight to my room where my doctor was waiting for me.
The guard's strong arms felt steady as he carried me, but my pride stung at the helplessness of the situation. I hated being like this—weak, overpowered by something as intangible as pheromones. My head rested against his shoulder, the nausea still lingering like a phantom, while my lungs greedily gulped down the cleaner air of the hallway.
"Almost there, young master," the guard murmured, his voice soothing. He moved quickly, his heavy boots echoing softly against the marble floors until we reached my room.
The door opened, and the scent of antiseptic and lavender greeted me. It was a strange mix, but one I'd grown accustomed to since my doctor insisted it would help me relax.
"Set him down here," Dr. Han instructed, gesturing to the fainting couch near the window. Her voice was calm, professional, but there was a subtle undertone of concern.
The guard laid me down carefully, his hands lingering for a moment as if he were worried I might collapse again. I waved him off weakly. "Thank you. You can go now."
He nodded, hesitating for only a moment before stepping out and closing the door behind him.
Dr. Han knelt beside me, her hands already moving to check my pulse. "How bad was it this time?" she asked, her sharp eyes scanning my face.
"Bad," I muttered, leaning back and closing my eyes. "It was like… like something died in the room. And his pheromones… they were everywhere. Suffocating."
Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she jotted down something in her notebook. "You've been having more frequent reactions lately. This can't go on. Your system is clearly overreacting to alpha pheromones."
"No kidding," I said dryly, though the effort to sound sarcastic drained me further. "Do you have a cure for that, or should I just live in a bubble?"
Dr. Han didn't laugh. She rarely did. Instead, she pulled a small vial from her bag and handed it to me. "Take this. It's a suppressant. It won't eliminate the problem, but it should help your body recover faster after a reaction like this."
I uncapped the vial and downed the contents in one gulp, wincing at the bitter taste. "So what's the solution, then? Keep alphas a hundred meters away at all times?"
She sighed, sitting back on her heels. "Not all alphas, necessarily. But we might need to reexamine how your encounters are being managed. Perhaps a stronger screening process—"
"I'm done with screenings," I interrupted. "They don't work. Every alpha they bring in reeks of ego and bad decisions. I can't take it anymore."
Dr. Han tilted her head, studying me closely. she let out a faint sight as she stood up, "okay, for the time being stay away from alpha's." She said.
"You don't have to tell me twice." I replied letting out a sigh of relief.
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My name is Niran Thanaporn, born May 4 2003. Every since I was born I was the apple of everyone's eye in my family, I guess being a last born child gets you a lot of love. But once I got assigned my second gender the love my parents and siblings had for me went up by a thousand percent.
Being the first and only omega of the family I guess they were happy, but saying they were happy would be an understatement. Being born an omega in family full of betas and Alphas I had a lot o privilege. But it also comes with downsides, i wasn't a normal omega who was crazy over heels over alpha pheromones.
Matter fact the phenomenons made sick, I hated the smell of every alpha around me. Even my own family members, it was like every alpha I came across had the same nasty smell around him.
I've gone under so many treatments and my symptoms get even worse after being locked up in a room with an alpha releasing disgusting pheromones in the air.
But other then that I don't hate being an omega, I get treated like a princess, I have two big brothers and sisters who take care for me and give me anything I want. Not to forget my over protective parents and grandparents.
Despite the pampering, there was a constant reminder that I was different, not just because I was an omega, but because I didn't conform to what everyone expected me to be. Omegas were supposed to be drawn to alphas, their pheromones irresistible and comforting. For me, they were the opposite—a source of revulsion and discomfort.
My parents saw it as a problem to fix. My siblings saw it as a quirk to tolerate. And me? I saw it as my reality.
Take my eldest brother, Akara, for example. As an alpha, he was the golden child, groomed to take over the family business one day. He was charming, confident, and, of course, carried that unmistakable alpha aura that made people fall in line without him saying a word. Except me.
"Why do you always wrinkle your nose when I walk into the room?" he'd tease, plopping down on the couch beside me.
"Because you smell like you bathed in arrogance," I'd retort, inching away.
He'd laugh it off, though I could tell he didn't fully understand. No one did.
My sister, Arisa, was a beta, and while she didn't exude the suffocating pheromones alphas did, she still liked to tease me about my "picky omega nose." She often said things like, "You'll grow out of it," or "One day, you'll meet an alpha who smells like a dream, and you'll fall head over heels."
I'd roll my eyes and ignore her. I didn't believe in dreams like that.
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Later that evening as I sat in my art room painting away the only thing I knew to do my sister walked in, "hey there Picasso, what's on the gallery tonight." She teased as she ran her fingers though mt hair ruffling it.
"Something random." I replied my focus still on the canvas.
"So how did your screening go today?" She asked.
"Awful as always, nothing new." I replied bluntly.
She let out a sigh crossing her arms, "want to go out tomorrow, we'll go shopping and get your mind off things."
I glanced at her, my brush hovering over the canvas. "Shopping?" I repeated, my tone skeptical. "Do I look like I need another closet full of things I'll never wear?"
Arisa rolled her eyes dramatically, plopping onto the nearby couch. "Oh, come on. Don't be such a hermit. You've been cooped up in this house for weeks. A little fresh air will do you good."
I turned back to my painting, dragging bold strokes of color across the canvas. "Fresh air? In a mall packed with alphas and their suffocating pheromones? No thanks."
She threw a pillow at me, and it landed with a soft thud on the floor. "You're impossible, Niran."
"Only because I know what I want," I replied with a smirk.
"Fine," she said, leaning back into the couch. "But if you keep this up, you're going to turn into one of those eccentric, reclusive artists who only come out for their gallery openings."
"That doesn't sound half bad," I muttered, adding a final touch to the painting.
Arisa let out a soft laugh, her voice gentler now. "I'm serious, though. You can't let these screenings get to you. I know Mom and Dad are pushing you, but… you deserve to be happy, Niran. And if these alphas aren't it, then so be it."
Her words surprised me. Arisa wasn't usually the sentimental type, but there was a sincerity in her voice that made me pause.
I set the brush down and turned to face her. "Do you really mean that? Or are you just saying it because you feel sorry for me?"
She frowned, offended. "Of course I mean it. You're my baby brother, and I'll always have your back. Even if that means telling Mom and Dad to back off."
A small smile tugged at my lips. "Thanks, Arisa."
"Don't mention it." She stood up, brushing imaginary dust off her pants. "But seriously, think about tomorrow. You don't have to buy anything, but at least let me drag you to a café or something. My treat."
I hesitated, but the idea of getting out of the house for a bit—even if it was with Arisa—didn't sound so bad. "Alright," I said finally. "But only if you promise not to drag me into one of those overly perfumed shops."
She grinned, victorious. "Deal. Be ready at noon."
TBC