My Fake Omega, My True Destiny

t, struggling to get a clear look at

ly tall-nearly half a

e type of Omega Jasper

earance and a warm personality. Someone who enjoyed being cared for, who

ore him was the c

ike that would draw att

many Alphas. The thoug

obably destined to spen

ega who looked like a warrior and carried h

finitely

omones had already overwhelmed everything else. It was an instinctive nee

ore than anything, he need

only two ways to endure it: take suppr

restless state, calm the storm inside him, a

asper was beggi

have planned it. Too many Omegas had tried to get close to him because of his status, and this was far from the

it. His trembling fingers fumbled with the fabric several ti

calm, as if nothing around him mattered. Yet his gaze carried an unspok

red out, plunging the area into darkness. Only the glow of the

dating. There was a steady, mature composure about him, a quiet authority that

hostility, merely a chilling in

sual, he showed no sign of p

red to Jasper's hand

s lips in a low, detached voice, calm enough

mega had already marked him. So how could so

ience began to wear thin. His fingers t

moment you got close enough," the Omega added, hi

e standing far too close for him not to detect an Omega's pheromo

. Under normal circumstances, this Omega would have been intimidated,

ega have a pheromone disorder? That would ex

nally fell into place. If this Omega truly coul

t mean they were completely incapable of transferring them. A kiss could still pass th

mself to stay conscious, but his legs grew

nded far beyond its normal rhythm, his veins throbbed as if they might split open, and the sweat clin

eft. Morality, hesitation, and reason all vanished beneath

ga's shirt as he looked up at him, desperat

wn at him, his unreadable eyes giv

ed beneath his skin. "Why are you

made him forget the obvious-that the person standing before him was still an Omega. Forcing himself to

ing up toward the side of his neck. The Omega's skin was cool against hi

ghtly and leaned closer, his br

ps found th

e, driven by instinct as Jasper

hed, a faint trace of pherom

ream. It washed through the heat consuming him, easing the unbearable pressure f

melted from

other layer-a deep, warm trace of sand