My Fake Omega, My True Destiny

Jasper forced his heavy eyelids apart, struggling to get a clear look at the Omega standing in front of him.

The Omega was undeniably tall—nearly half a head taller than him.

He was nothing like the type of Omega Jasper had always imagined.

He had pictured someone gentle and charming, someone with a delicate appearance and a warm personality. Someone who enjoyed being cared for, who would happily let him take the lead instead of trying to overpower him.

But the Omega before him was the complete opposite.

An Omega with a build like that would draw attention wherever he went.

He was even taller than many Alphas. The thought alone was terrifying.

Someone like him was probably destined to spend his entire life alone.

After all, who would willingly choose an Omega who looked like a warrior and carried himself with more dominance than most Alphas?

Jasper definitely would not.

But none of that mattered anymore. His body's demand for the Omega's pheromones had already overwhelmed everything else. It was an instinctive need buried deep in his biology, something his rational mind could not fight.

He wanted to be soothed. More than anything, he needed to stay near this Omega.

When an Alpha entered rut, there were only two ways to endure it: take suppressants or remain by an Omega's side.

An Omega's pheromones could ease an Alpha's restless state, calm the storm inside him, and keep him from completely losing control.

Every part of Jasper was begging for relief.

His fingers tightened around the Omega's shirt. A thought suddenly flashed through his mind. This Omega had to have planned it. Too many Omegas had tried to get close to him because of his status, and this was far from the first time someone had attempted to trap him. The realization only fueled his anger. "Give me your pheromones."

His voice was so faint that only the two of them could hear it. His trembling fingers fumbled with the fabric several times before he finally managed to hold onto the Omega's shirt.

The Omega wore a loose black top and stood there with an almost careless calm, as if nothing around him mattered. Yet his gaze carried an unspoken threat. He kept his distance, hiding every thought behind his silence.

He gave no response. The motion-sensor light above them flickered out, plunging the area into darkness. Only the glow of the moon remained, casting a sharp line of silver across his face.

Half hidden beneath the shadows, his chiseled features looked even more intimidating. There was a steady, mature composure about him, a quiet authority that made Jasper feel as though he had been caught in place by that piercing gaze.

His expression held no obvious hostility, merely a chilling indifference devoid of any warmth.

Even in a situation this unusual, he showed no sign of panic, confusion, or surprise.

His eyes slowly lowered to Jasper's hand gripping his shirt.

"I don't have pheromones." The words left his lips in a low, detached voice, calm enough to barely disturb the silence around them.

Jasper was certain that he was lying. This Omega had already marked him. So how could someone like that possibly have no pheromones?

Jasper's brows drew together as his patience began to wear thin. His fingers tightened around the fabric in his hand.

"If I actually had any, you would've noticed the moment you got close enough," the Omega added, his voice carrying the same indifference as before.

Jasper's thoughts stalled. The Omega's words made sense. They were standing far too close for him not to detect an Omega's pheromones. If they existed, he should have caught their scent instantly.

Meanwhile, his own Alpha pheromones had already spread through the air. Under normal circumstances, this Omega would have been intimidated, or at least shown some sign of distress. But he stayed eerily composed.

There was only one explanation. Could the Omega have a pheromone disorder? That would explain why he felt nothing like other Omegas.

Jasper's eyes widened slightly as the pieces finally fell into place. If this Omega truly could not release pheromones into the air, then...

People with pheromone disorders might be unable to emit them normally, but that did not mean they were completely incapable of transferring them. A kiss could still pass them on. Blood, bodily fluids, even saliva could carry the trace he desperately needed.

Jasper shook his head violently, forcing himself to stay conscious, but his legs grew weaker until he slowly collapsed downward.

At that moment, breathing was all he could manage with the little strength he had left. His heart pounded far beyond its normal rhythm, his veins throbbed as if they might split open, and the sweat clinging to his skin burned with unnatural heat. Without the Omega's pheromones, his life would end here.

Instinct took over, drowning out every thought Jasper had left. Morality, hesitation, and reason all vanished beneath one overwhelming need—he needed to have sex with this Omega.

His fingers clenched tightly around the Omega's shirt as he looked up at him, desperation impossible to hide. "Have sex with me."

"Why would I?" The Omega stared down at him, his unreadable eyes giving away none of his true emotions.

The veins on Jasper's hand tightened beneath his skin. "Why are you even asking? This is on both of us!"

Only after the words escaped did Jasper realize his mistake. The Omega's imposing build had once again made him forget the obvious—that the person standing before him was still an Omega. Forcing himself to think like the Alpha he was supposed to be, he steadied his voice. "I'll be committed to you after this."

Before the Omega could say a word, Jasper's hand moved on its own, reaching up toward the side of his neck. The Omega's skin was cool against his scorching palm, a sharp contrast to the heat coursing through his body.

Jasper tipped his head back slightly and leaned closer, his breath coming out warm and uneven.

Then his lips found the Omega's.

The kiss was clumsy and desperate, driven by instinct as Jasper tried to pull him deeper into it.

The moment their mouths touched, a faint trace of pheromones slipped into his senses.

The scent was sharp and pure, like fresh snow melting into a rushing mountain stream. It washed through the heat consuming him, easing the unbearable pressure from within and bringing a cooling relief that spread through every inch of him.

Jasper nearly melted from the sensation.

Hidden beneath that crisp chill was another layer—a deep, warm trace of sandalwood. And he found himself loving it.