Chapter 6

Chapter 6 — UNSTABLE INSTINCTS

“Please.” Caius muttered under his breath. Then he scoffed softly. “Alphas don’t use that word.”

Miguel’s fingers tightened weakly around his sleeve, his breaths uneven and burning. Caius looked down at him for a long second before the corner of his lips lifted faintly. “Oh,” he said quietly. “Sorry. But an omega would.”

Miguel froze.

The words slammed into him harder than the drugs felt. “What…?” His voice came out hoarse. “What omega?” His instincts immediately rejected it. He was an Alpha. A top-tier Alpha. The strongest in Juvenile Academy. There was no way—

But before he could force the words out properly, Caius stepped closer. Miguel barely had time to react before Caius bent down and lifted him effortlessly like he weighed nothing.

Miguel’s eyes widened.

Caius carried him toward the bed with calm ease, completely unaffected by the pheromones flooding the room. The mattress dipped as he placed Miguel down carefully against the bed.

Miguel’s body was trembling now, heat still pulsing under his skin in vicious waves. Caius reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a small silver packet before tossing it onto Miguel’s chest.

“Omega suppressants,” he said calmly. “Take it before your instincts get worse.”

Miguel stared at him in disbelief for half a second before ripping the packet open with shaky fingers. He swallowed the suppressant quickly.

For a while, neither of them spoke. The room stayed heavy with the scent of peach blossoms and something colder beneath it, something unfamiliar that only seemed to steady Miguel’s spiraling instincts whenever Caius moved closer.

Slowly, the suppressant began working. The violent heat had now eased enough for Miguel to breathe properly again, but the ache underneath remained. His body still felt overly sensitive, restless and painfully aware of the person standing beside the bed.

The drug was far stronger than anything he had expected. Caius leaned against the desk nearby, his arms crossed loosely. “You look pathetic.”

Miguel shot him a glare immediately. “You planned this?” Miguel muttered after a moment.

Caius tilted his head. “Wrong. I thought, you planned it?”

Miguel clicked his tongue in frustration and dragged a hand through his face, still feeling restless.

Caius breathed out softly, “you’re still holding onto my sleeve.”

Miguel blinked. Only then did he realize his fingers were still clenched around the fabric near Caius’s wrist. He let go immediately.

Caius looked down at the crumpled sleeve before glancing back at him. “You should see the school nurse after all this.” He walked toward the door slowly, one hand slipping into his hoodie pocket again. “And,” he added, pausing by the doorway.

Miguel looked up immediately.

Caius’s gaze rested on him for a second longer.“Your instincts might have changed.” With that, he walked out.

Miguel stared blankly at the closed door, Caius’s words echoing loudly inside his head.

There was no way an S tier Alpha instincts could change.

The thought alone irritated him.

No— worse than irritation.

Fear.

Miguel dragged a shaky hand across his face, his body finally calm but he felt exhausted. His room still smelled overwhelmingly of peach blossoms.

He hated it.

His chest rose and fell slowly as he leaned back against the pillows, trying not to fall asleep but then, he still slept off.

Evening came slowly. Miguel stared blankly at the ceiling, having just woken from his sleep. His head felt heavy and hazy, his body unusually exhausted like every ounce of strength had been drained from him overnight.

Trying to get down from the bed, his legs nearly gave out beneath him. “Tch—”

He caught himself against the edge of the desk with a sharp breath, irritation immediately flashing across his face. His muscles felt weak and sensitive.

Wrong.

Miguel’s brows furrowed deeply. That stupid drug should’ve worn off already. He dragged himself toward the bathroom mirror, his steps slower than usual. The moment he looked up, he froze slightly.

His face looked flushed. His skin looked warmer than normal and the scent of peach still lingered faintly around him. Usually his pheromones stayed sharp and controlled unless he willingly released them, but now they slipped out unconsciously in soft waves.

Miguel clicked his tongue in annoyance and splashed cold water against his face. It didn’t help.

Caius’s words echoed again. “Your instincts might have changed.”

“Bullshit,” Miguel muttered under his breath immediately. There was no way. No drug in existence could force an S-tier Alpha into becoming an omega. It was biologically impossible.

Right?

His jaw tightened.

A knock suddenly sounded at the door.

“Miguel?” Dax’s voice came from outside. “You alive in there?”

Miguel’s expression darkened immediately. “What do you want?”

“The hell kinda question is that?” Dax muttered from behind the door. “You disappeared after training and skipped every class. Ash said your pheromones were all over the hallway earlier. Did something happen?”

Miguel stiffened instantly.

So people noticed.

Annoyance flashed through him again. “Nothing happened,” he said coldly.

There was a pause outside before Dax spoke again, sounding unconvinced. “…Right. Anyway, the dorm supervisor’s pissed. Said if you don’t show up for evening attendance, he’s reporting it.”

Miguel rubbed a hand over his face tiredly. “Fine.”

“And,” Dax added hesitantly, “that transfer guy was asking about you earlier.”

Miguel’s hand stopped moving. His eyes narrowed slightly toward the door. “What?”

“Yeah,” Dax continued. “He asked if you were still alive.” Dax snorted. “Guy’s weird as hell.”

Silence filled the room. Miguel stared toward the floor blankly for a second before straightening slowly. “Get lost, Dax.”

“The hell—”

“Now.”

Dax muttered something under his breath before his footsteps finally disappeared down the hallway.

Miguel exhaled quietly once the room became silent again. Then his gaze drifted toward the suppressant packet still lying near the bed. His expression darkened.

Miguel’s fingers curled slowly at his side.“What the hell are you…?” he muttered quietly.