Episode 8

"Well, there's no change in your body. Everything remains, dead, so to speak. At your age, it's best you accept the fact that nothing will ever change."

Bley was accustomed to hearing this.

It was nothing new because he had been hearing it since he was young. All his tests always came back poor, nothing ever went right and there was not a single reaction no matter what was done to achieve something. They had drawn his blood, he had been exposed to so many pheromones from other Alphas, both natural and synthetic, that he had lost count.

Nothing smelled, he never felt anything, and his body did not react even when exposed to the pheromones of twenty dominant Alphas in their heat cycles.

"Fine, please send the results to my father. They matter more to him than to me, so it will be another headache for him."

"I am very sorry, I've done everything within my ability, but there are very few Omegas with these issues. Normally, some are recessive to a degree of fifty percent, even seventy, twenty, or ten, though there's never been one at a hundred percent."

He wanted to make it seem as though nothing was happening. He always tried to act as if nothing affected him, bothered him, hurt him, angered him, or was lacking. He had been pretending for a long time that everything was of no consequence to him, but he was beginning to believe that he was ever closer to a limit where nothing could be concealed, and he would simply let out all the pain he carried inside.

He took his things to leave promptly because he had another medical appointment. He wanted to stand up and leave quickly but was unable to because there was one thing he always expected to have a positive result in.

"So I won't be able to have a baby either?"

The doctor gave him a brief look. It was the same doctor as always, so he knew his entire medical history inside out.

"I'm afraid it's impossible. As I told you, recessive Omegas may have at least a chance to conceive, but your situation is far more negative than any other's."

"Fine. I have no pheromones, I can't smell them, I don't experience heat cycles, and now I can't even have a baby. Maybe everyone is right, perhaps I'm just an ordinary Beta."

He stood up to walk to the exit.

"Don't lose hope. You have a uterus; Betas don't have uteruses."

"What good is it to have one if it's going to be just for show? There will never be a baby there"he said reluctantly.

He did not wish to have a baby right away, but he couldn't escape the fact that even the ability to have one as an Omega was out of his reach. He thought about how this would give his father more reason to mistreat him and to let him know that he was worthless.

"You're only twenty-two."

"Yes, and soon I'll be thirty. You know what my father thinks of me and what he expects. At least if I could have a child, I wouldn't feel so useless"he said as he opened the door and left quickly.

He stood in the hallway and closed his eyes, leaning his back against the door. He ran a hand over his face, trying to drive those thoughts from his mind so as not to worry. He didn't want to curse himself anymore because, after all, it was futile, but it was nearly impossible when it was all his father ever reminded him of incessantly.

He looked to his right, saw his bodyguards, and then walked the other way to attend his next scheduled medical appointment.

The bodyguards followed at a distance, and upon seeing him enter another establishment, they waited outside.

"I heard he's always visiting doctors"one of them, the redhead’s companion,"said. Even German and Chinese doctors have examined him, and no one can give him a result."

The other said nothing, instead keeping watch on the door, expecting it to open.

"It's strange that he's a recessive Omega. It doesn't even show. He's very beautiful, and his hair looks so fine and shiny. What do you think? Although he doesn’t seem cowardly, considering the way he spoke to you earlier. Why were you looking at him so much?"

"I just like to watch."

"Well, that's odd. I guess all people treat you badly if you keep looking at them that way. Anyway, I'm going to sit for a bit. We'll probably be here all day."

Maverick did not sit down for even a moment. He stood the entire time because what he hated most was sitting, knowing that getting up would cost him essential seconds for something. He walked a little and, upon seeing him exit one door and enter another, moved a bit closer.

He leaned against the wall, simply looking down at the ground.

"See? I told you. We've been stuck here for two hours. They should at least provide us comfortable chairs. Aren't you tired of standing?"

"No."

"Such a talkative guy. I heard you scored tens on all your tests, even the underwater ones, and…"

He talked a lot, but much of it was ignored. Maverick was good at selecting what was important and what was not. He heard nothing he didn't want to hear nor saw anything he disliked. Right now, in his mind, there were no doors other than the one Bley had gone through, there were no people around him, and that didn’t change until he saw him come out.

"Please take me home"he said, the Omega not looking at any of them.

It had definitely been a command, albeit politely delivered. Both followed without a word. The other made sure to open the door for him, and they stepped outside where his other men were, and they arranged themselves in the same pattern as before.

He watched out the window the whole trip, thinking about everything they had told him. He had also talked for a long time with the psychologist about what had happened because it wasn’t something he could just ignore. The gunshots repeated in his head over and over, even when he didn't want them to, and each time they left him worse off. He sighed and closed his eyes for a few seconds before looking forward, and that's when he caught the Alpha’s eyes again, but he looked away immediately. He caught a glimpse of red hair and then looked away, noticing they were passing a supermarket.

"Stop here; I want to pick up something."

He unbuckled his seatbelt, ready to get off when he heard:

"Tell me what you want, and I'll buy it for you. Your father doesn't want you to get out anywhere that's not strictly necessary."

He looked at who was sitting next to him and knew he was right, but the last thing he wanted was to stay locked in a car when he could get some fresh air. There were three in the car; one beside him, another on the passenger seat, and Maverick driving.

"Right now, what my father thinks, I couldn't care less."

He swiftly opened the door and the three of them hurried out. It was a large parking lot, and he could feel the footsteps of those following him and how he received some glances from people. He didn't fuss because his hair was covered as was his face.

The doors of the store opened, and he entered heading straight to the candy aisle. He grabbed what he always liked to have, especially now that he was about to start practicing for some pending matters. He grabbed everything necessary. With four bags in hand, he couldn't help but drop one to the floor. As he bent over to pick it up, he saw a much larger hand than his touch it for a second, feeling it exceedingly hot, almost burning as if it had been exposed to fire.

He looked up to see the redhead who didn't look at him at any moment. He did nothing more than hand him the bag, but it was impossible for the Omega not to feel his body beginning to burn like fire from that simple touch.

He swallowed hard and went to the checkout to pay for everything, then returned to the car with a lollipop in his mouth. It was round and had a small stick to hold onto. He felt better with the candy in his mouth, so the trip back home was somewhat calmer and even fun. He always thought that there wasn't anything that a sweet candy couldn't make better or a pain it couldn't heal.

"I’ll be in my room alone; I’ll let you know if I decide to go out, thank you."

Everyone watched him leave and stood still for a few seconds.

"Hey, not a bad first day. I thought our heads were going to be blown off by gunshots"the one who had been with Maverick waiting for Bley at the clinic said. What will you do now? I heard that when he’s home, we can eat or rest but always be alert.

"Nothing."

"Uh, nothing, that sounds exciting. By the way, I'm Camilo. How about we become friends? After all, we’ll always be around each other"he said cheerfully, his face not particularly menacing, yet he had scored well on his exams.

"I don't have friends."

"Why not? Everybody has friends"he commented as they walked.

"Because I end up killing them all."

The other stopped dead in his tracks, feeling a chill down his spine as if death was breathing on his ear. He swallowed hard as he watched him walk away as if he had said the most trivial thing. Then, he hastened his steps to keep up.

"Great! Then, let's just be acquaintances that know each other pretty well. Doesn't that sound good, Maverick?"

No answer came, but he didn't require one to continue talking. He could easily keep the conversation going for hours if needed. And he followed the man everywhere without stopping.

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