"NO! GET HIM AWAY FROM ME!" Niran shouted from his room, his voice frantic, raw with panic.
I froze in the hallway, caught off guard by the intensity in his voice. This wasn't the Niran I remembered—the calm, distant person I had met in the art store, who had been so guarded yet polite. This… this was something else. A version of Niran I had never seen before. He sounded like he was in physical pain, like the mere idea of me being near him was enough to send him into a frenzy.
Dr. Han's voice cut through the air, trying to calm him down. "Niran, listen to me, it's going to be okay. Just breathe, okay? We're trying to help you."
I felt a strange tightness in my chest, a knot of guilt twisting deeper with every passing second. I never imagined it would get to this point. I didn't want to be here, in this mess. I didn't want to be the one to make things worse for him, but something about his desperation—his refusal to even see me—felt like it was slowly breaking through my defenses.
Dr. Han looked at me, her expression serious. "Nattawut, please. He needs your presence. If we don't do this now, the situation might get even worse."
I didn't want to go in there. I didn't want to face him—especially not like this. But I also couldn't ignore what Dr. Han was saying. I had the ability to help him, whether I wanted to or not. And if I didn't step in now, I might regret it.
As I was to open the door the gaurd Niran is always with stopped me, "I'm sorry but young master instructed for no on to enter."
"Sang, let him in. If Nat doesn't go in there Niran's condition will worsen." Dr. Han told him.
The guard hesitated, but as Niran's cries grew louder he gave in. It was like he had a soft spot for him
The guard hesitated, his eyes flicking between Dr. Han and the door, before he finally stepped aside with a reluctant sigh. "Fine," he muttered, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. "But if anything happens, it's on you."
I gave him a nod, my mind already focused on Niran. I stepped past him quickly, my heartbeat picking up with every step I took toward the room. The closer I got, the louder Niran's distressed cries became, each one more desperate than the last. It was clear he was in agony, and the thought of him suffering like this tore at me.
I reached the door and paused for a brief moment, gathering what little courage I had left. I wasn't sure if I was prepared to face him—especially not when he was like this. But I had to try.
I opened the door slowly, I was hit in the face with the same sweet warm smell I smelled in the lab room, his whole room was full of it.
I paused at the door for a second, breathing in the scent that hit me so suddenly—so intensely. The sweet, warm fragrance filled the room, and my senses seemed to sharpen, almost overwhelming me. It was a combination of something natural yet foreign, like a deep pull that tugged at the very core of my being. I hadn't realized how much the pheromones would affect me, how much of an impact they had on my own senses.
I stepped inside, the door clicking softly behind me as I moved closer. Niran's cries were louder now, his voice thick with distress. His body was curled into a tight ball on the bed, his knees pulled to his chest, as though he were trying to protect himself from something he couldn't control. His face was flushed with heat, his breaths quick and shallow. He was clearly in pain, but there was a desperation in him, a need for something he couldn't express.
No," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I don't want this. I don't want you here. Please leave."
The rawness in his voice made something inside me snap. I couldn't stand seeing him like this, trapped by his own fear and the overwhelming sensations he couldn't control. The pheromones, the heat—everything about this situation was suffocating him. And in that moment, I understood something. This wasn't just about me being an Alpha. It wasn't about pheromones or instincts. It was about Niran feeling like he was losing control of his own body, his own life.
I stepped forward, cautiously, not wanting to make him more anxious. "Niran, I'm not here to hurt you. I just… I'm here to help. You don't have to go through this alone."
His eyes flicked to mine for a brief second, the confusion and fear still clouding his expression. "P'Sang!" He cried.
Quickly the gaurd walked In and ran up to him, "I don't think we should do this now, maybe we should wait for him to calm down a bit." He suggested, "The supplements can only be effective for 50 minutes." Dr. Han argued.
"That's enough time to calm down, now please leave the room." He told us
The tension in the room seemed to freeze as P'Sang spoke. His voice was firm, but there was an undeniable trace of concern in his eyes as he looked at Niran. Niran's chest rose and fell rapidly, his breaths shallow, and he was gripping the sheets so tightly that his knuckles were white. The intensity of the situation wasn't lost on me. Niran was in pain, both physically and emotionally, and there was so much happening that I couldn't fully understand.
Dr. Han, however, didn't hesitate. She stood her ground. "The supplements will work best if Niran stays as calm as possible. And for that, he needs to be around the alpha who triggered the reaction. Nattawut is the only one who can stabilize him right now."
P'Sang hesitated for a moment, clearly torn between his protective instincts for Niran and Dr. Han's professional opinion. Finally, he nodded, but his eyes remained fixed on Niran, watching him closely. "Fine, but if this gets too much for him, I'll step in. Understand?"
Dr. Han nodded and gave me a brief glance before stepping back, signaling for me to proceed. My heart pounded as I took a slow step forward, trying my best to appear calm, despite the chaos swirling around us.
Niran's eyes were still wide with distress, but there was something else there now—something I hadn't seen before. A glimmer of desperation, of someone who wasn't just rejecting my presence, but who was struggling with something he couldn't control. I took another step, trying not to overwhelm him.
"I'm here, Niran," I said, my voice softer than before. "You don't have to fight this."
His eyes flicked to me again, and I saw the faintest tremble in his lip as he swallowed hard. He was trying so hard to keep it together, but it was obvious that he couldn't. The pain was too much, and the fear of what was happening to him was consuming him.
"I… I don't want this," he whispered, barely audible.
I stopped in my tracks, my chest tightening. "I know you don't. But I'm not here to hurt you. I promise."
P'Sang gave a small nod, signaling me to continue. I moved closer, but only just enough to give him space to breathe without feeling suffocated. The air between us felt heavy, charged, and for a moment, I wasn't sure if I was making the right choice.
"Niran," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're not alone. I'm right here."
He looked at me with such raw vulnerability that I felt my heart clench. For a second, everything else faded away—the sterile walls, the tension, the fear. It was just me and him in that room. And I knew, more than anything, that I needed to be there for him. To calm him down. To make sure he wasn't going through this by himself.
His eyes welled up, and for a moment, he just stared at me, searching for something in my gaze. I didn't have all the answers, and I didn't know how long this would take. But I would be there for him, for however long it took.
"You're going to be okay," I said, my words steady. "We're going to get through this together."
Niran's breath hitched, but this time, I could see him relax slightly. The rigidity in his body softened just a bit. He didn't speak, but he didn't pull away either. And that, in itself, was enough.
As the minutes passed, I stayed close, just within reach. I watched as his body slowly, but surely, began to calm, the tension in his face easing little by little. The pheromones in the air seemed to lose their suffocating edge, the heat of the room no longer as oppressive.
I knew it wasn't over, not by a long shot, but at least for now, Niran wasn't fighting me. He wasn't fighting himself, either. And that, for the moment, was enough.
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Later that evening after the commotion with Niran I was seated in his father's office while Dr. Han explained everything to them, "I think you should have Nat come in once or twice a week, now that his heat got triggered his pheromones will be roaming everywhere he goes and that would give unwanted attention."
"He needs to learn how to control his pheromones, and without an alpha's help I'm afraid things will get worse for him." She explained.
"Whatever you think is great go for it, I just want my son to be better." Mr. Tharaporn said. "Are you okay with this Nattawut?" Mrs. Tharaporn turned to me with a concerned look.
"Well there's no other option, so I'll do anything to help Niran get better." I replied chuckling nervously. "Great, how much will you want to get paid?" Mr. Tharaporn asked.
"Umm, anything you offer sir." I replied scratching the back of my head.
I knew this family was crazy rich but I can't just go off and ask for a huge sum of money.
Mr. Tharaporn gave me a calculating look, as if trying to gauge my sincerity. Then he leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled. "Anything, huh? That's a dangerous answer to give, young man."
Mrs. Tharaporn shot him a warning glance. "Don't scare the poor boy, darling. He's already doing us a huge favor."
Dr. Han cleared her throat, cutting through the tension. "Let's keep this professional. Nattawut is here to help Niran stabilize his condition, not to negotiate business deals."
"Fair enough," Mr. Tharaporn said, though his eyes lingered on me for a moment longer. "We'll set up a fair arrangement. Consider it a stipend for your time and effort."
I nodded, trying not to let my nerves show. "Thank you, sir. That sounds fair."
Mrs. Tharaporn smiled warmly, her expression softening. "We really appreciate this, Nattawut. I know it's a lot to ask, but Niran… well, he needs someone patient and understanding to help him through this. I'm just glad you're willing."
"It's no problem," I replied quickly, though the weight of their expectations was starting to press on me. "I'll do my best."
Dr. Han stood, signaling that the conversation was wrapping up. "I'll handle the scheduling and make sure everything is set up smoothly. For now, I'd recommend starting next week. Let's give Niran some time to recover before his next session with Nattawut."
Mrs. Tharaporn nodded. "Thank you, Doctor. And thank you, Nattawut. Truly."
I stood as well, bowing politely. "Of course, I just hope I can help."
TBC