Episode 6

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"How can you still act so cynically?" The omega, who was standing on the other side of Erminia, holding her arm and who had been silent until now, protested with an unpleasant tone of righteousness. He was the protagonist omega of the story, Angel Craso, Erminia's only son.

Noah contemplated the omega, and to some extent understood why someone like Victor had preferred him. Angel had a sweet look and beautiful brown eyes. He was also blond and had fair skin. Not to mention his delicate figure. Everything about him was the perfect representation of a high-quality omega.

Although it's also true that the alpha boasts of being fair and down-to-earth, so he would never allow himself to choose a partner based solely on appearance. That's why the book said that despite the love at first sight between the fated ones, Victor didn't make a move. Only after seeing the other's nobility, kindness, and honesty could he accept his feelings. And frankly speaking, Angel was an expert at portraying that image to the world.

As long as there was someone to watch the show, the omega would be warmth personified.

Compared to that, he was just an ordinary beta in everyone's eyes, who, during the week, was nothing more than proud and haughty, with no merits other than the greatness of the Ballestero surname, which he no longer had.

Noah saw the three of them still on the floor, Erminia between them. As he thought about how to proceed, a gust of wind passed between Angel and Victor, carrying their scent to Noah's pretty nose.

As soon as he inhaled, he could detect the fragrances of certain protagonists. It was an almost perfect combination of mint and almonds. He knew from the book that this was the smell of the alpha's and omega's pheromones, respectively.

And to achieve such a harmonious combination... very rigorous physical activity was necessary.

At first, he was surprised, and then he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

*"I can still perceive pheromones... it means my shift will happen again... or is happening right now"*\, he thought amidst his laughter.

"Holy shit!" he shouted amused. "Ha, ha, ha. It was always so obvious! It's just that I was too stupid to notice."

The omega and the alpha looked at each other without understanding why the beta was laughing in front of them. And Noah, precisely, was not going to explain in depth.

After his laughing fit ended, he straightened up and looked at the three of them, who were still on the floor.

""Have they not gotten tired? Erminia's position looks very uncomfortable...""

"What are you laughing about?" demanded Angel. "About almost seriously injuring my mother?"

Noah gave him a condescending look, which angered the other. He wondered how Angel could speak with such indignation, but not urge his mother to get up. After all, the woman was not that young, a fall at her age could turn into something worrying.

"What am I laughing about?" he repeated the question. Noah could feel everyone's eyes on him, piercing almost his entire body. Each of the guests was more eager than the last to witness the fall of the proud son of the Ballesteros. Well, it was his duty to fulfill his role and be a good host. He would give these hungry wolves a juicy steak of high-quality gossip and divert the main attention away from himself in the process. In the end, none of the guests really cared who the son of another family was, only how such a change might affect them.

From one second to the next, tears began to well up in his eyes, running down his cheeks and falling from his chin to the floor. The journey of the salty water over his skin was beautiful, though somewhat ephemeral and tragic. His usually proud appearance had completely broken down in half a second, showing a delicate, pitiful boy. More than one was taken aback by the unexpected reaction.

He understood them. Could the beta son of the Ballesteros cry?

In his first life, he would have preferred to die than shed a tear. This was because, for most of his life, he believed he was the only son of the second most powerful family in City H, so his image had to be in keeping with and live up to his background. So yes, whenever he faced other upper-class families, he was distant. He never looked down on anyone, but more than one hated him for the pride imprinted in his bones.

It was only after death claimed him that he realized how foolish he had been to waste such a resource. If it worked for Angel all the time, why not him?

What he was doing now completely broke that stoic, somewhat rebellious image he had perfected for nineteen years, but it didn't matter, because his goal was being accomplished. Glancing sideways, he could see that more than one had opened their mouths in surprise.

He smiled inwardly, because it was well known that as a prominent member of the upper class, it was distasteful to throw stones at victims. Their public images did not allow them to do such a dishonorable thing.

"What do you want me to do then? You come here Angel, to my birthday party, to say these kinds of things! I've always treated you kindly, and look how you repay me!" Every word was laden with an immense nostalgia that made the hearts of the audience tremble.

"I'm sorry, Noah. But you've already kept Victor away from his real family for many years," said the omega on the floor in a ridiculously solemn tone. Noah almost wanted to laugh at his poor acting.

"It's okay that you slept with my boyfriend. I can forgive you for that. I understand that Victor is attractive and it's hard to resist not being a slut in front of him, wanting to spread your legs for him..."

"How do you know?" Angel shrieked. Realizing that his question was almost an admission, he covered his mouth and dropped his mother in a most comical way. More than one guest couldn't help but laugh. Erminia and Angel's faces burned with shame. "Mom!" The omega went back to holding his mother.

"How do I know?" Noah repeated, wiping his tears away sadly. "You may not be up to date... but these last few days I have been experiencing some changes in my body" —he lied without remorse, although that did not eliminate the fact that even in this life he was very likely to undergo a second complete gender change. He certainly needed to see a doctor, but it would be later. Right now, his priority was something else. "I can now perceive pheromones."

"You're lying! You're a beta!" Angel shouted.

"If I'm lying..." Noah said with a sad look and a pitiful voice, "...why can I perceive the combination of your pheromones with my boyfriend's? Even now, that my second gender is not well defined, I can perceive it. What about the others?"

A curious girl, dressed from head to toe in shades of pink, approached the couple without them noticing and sniffed indiscreetly. It was well known that doing such a thing was rude and even considered harassment, only that everyone present wanted to hear what the girl would say, so they didn't stop her from continuing.

When she could perceive the pheromones of both, her eyes widened in surprise and she couldn't contain her reaction, reflecting it on her face easily.

"It's true, Mom!" she squealed excitedly, almost jumping up and down. "Their pheromones are mixed! Although it's obvious they used a low-quality scent masker."

"That means they got together recently!" said an alpha shamelessly from the front row. The innuendo in his words was all too clear. This pair had slept together shortly before coming and making all this fuss.

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