The Cold Alpha
Prologue
THIS WORLD is consists of ninety-five percent of Beta, or we called normal humans. Five percent belongs to Omega of different genders. On the other hand, the last five percent goes to Alpha to complete the population.
In the world of Omegaverse, there are what we call fated pairs. Up until now… I still can't believe I am an Omega. In the potent bloodline of my father, that is a Dominant Alpha—I cannot get disregard the fact that my mother is a Beta. This is the compelling reason why I am an Omega… one true Omega.
I still cannot believe it because all the praises, wealth, and strong Alphas are on our side; however, my heat cycle is still not occurring in my eighteen years of existence.
Until one night, the Alpha of Dela Vega companies invited us to their launch event at their glamorous mansion. There are too many people around as I stay away from my family to test my freedom in this world.
The crowd is bustling with Betas 'til they clap their hands.
"Let's us welcome, Gregory Dela Vega!" My ears are about to turn deaf by the thunderous clapping all over the place—the smell of alcohol beside me is so strong!
I feel I'm about to faint in the bustling crowd when they all gather in the space between the two stairs. The aesthetic of their mansion is so gorgeous and pleasing to watch—screaming too much luxury.
A woman by my side whispers, but I can vividly hear. "I heard that Alpha Gregory is searching for his pair," she whispers with a fan covering her mouth.
The smell of the air is confusing until a muscular man appears at the stairs. My seconds slows down when I look into his eyes, brilliant like emeralds—fierce face like a soulless thug.
There are like bees buzzing around my ears. I witness mom and dad talking with Gregory's parents. She waves at me in the distance.
He strolls down to the middle of the staircase, and it feels odd when strings and cold air are circling my body.
"I bet this night he will find his fated pair," uttered by the woman in a safe distance while they got a champagne flute from the Beta waiter. Moreover, in those seconds—Gregory's eyes are darting at me.
His green-coloured eyes are expressionless, but it feels like I'm stuck inside a vacuum. While our eyes meet halfway—I think my whole body shuddering in his presence.
I covered my mouth when breaking his stare. What is this?! W-Why my body is heating up?! Why, when he stared at me, my body is responding in too much heat?
The other Alphas are gazing in my direction—I am catching my breath; I want to vomit, so I plough the bustling crowd going to the comfort room.
The moment I entered the comfort room, I looked at the mirror. My face is reddish like an overripe tomato ready to dispose of as well as a peculiar feeling on my bottom.
I slowly slit my finger inside my pants, but why does it get wet, and the liquid keeps flowing?! "W-What is this?!" I stutter in panic, and my unstable joint makes me fall on the white tiles.
I cannot take the intense heat burning my body as I gradually unbutton my polo. I feel like my body is incinerating!
Nevertheless, my heart would like to jump when someone clicks on the door. The lock snapped in an instant. I cannot lift my finger when someone is inside the comfort room!
Is this what they called HEAT CYCLE?! I tried so hard to control this heat, but my heart was racing when someone approached me. I cannot lift my head, but I can see his shiny black shoes on the white times.
"Do you have any medicine?" someone asked in a deep manly voice.
I whine about disagreeing until his eyes level on mine. I-It's Gregory! It's him! My body quivers when his white pearly teeth resurface in a beam.
"I still can't believe. . . you are my fated pair," he says, sending so much heat inside my body. He supports me to stand up and inspects my flustered face. His arms gradually travel to my pants.
I can feel him touching my bottom. When he finally gets a grip on it, he smiles with a different smell emitting from his body. I feel like I'm going crazy… this is his pheromones!
He comes closer to my left ear. "Your pheromones are my favourite," he whispers, arousing my body and pleasing on my ear. I can feel his warm and calm breathe as he rims my ear...
"This is your first heat… control it because you will lure other Alpha."
Yes, this is my first heat, and I still don't have any marks of an Alpha. However, I still can't absorb it! The rumoured cold Alpha of the Moss District is my fated pair.
Gregory gives a smug smirk. "We will surpass your heat in here."
