You're the omega

MATT

“Brother,” I whispered, crying out.

It was hot, so freaking hot, like I was being smelted like iron. I gasped, my body writhing on the bed. I felt the shift taking hold. My body ignited with a fiery heat, like a fever coursing through my veins. I was consumed by a sudden, creeping sense of sickness. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I'd watched Jay differentiate into an alpha. This wasn't how it looked. My muscles ached, and my mind became foggy. It was as if my cells were rewriting themselves, reshaping me from the inside out.

“Brother!” I called out a little too loudly as tears streamed down my face like a spring. The world bled together, blurred like watercolours in the rain. The shift felt like a wildfire raging through me, leaving nothing but a mess, a mourning one.

The heat didn't stop, the fire burning within me, first like a fire getting stoked, but now it felt like a fucking inferno. Was this how the other alphas felt when they differentiated, like they were about to be burned from the inside?

I heard someone call my name, footsteps rushing towards me and a cold arm instantly wrapping around me, calming the hotness within me. I clung to him, gripping him. I heard more voices before something pricked my arms. It felt like the stings of a thousand ants. I shook, fighting to open my eyes, but I felt something tugging me down, taking my subconscious with it. 

…

When I opened my eyes, it seemed like every damned part of my body survived a fight with ten alphas. It felt like I was a shipwreck washed ashore, battered and bruised, struggling to find my bearings. The waves of exhaustion crashed over me, and every attempt I made to sit up on the bed appeared like I was fighting against a relentless tide.

I winced in pain and fell back on the bed, cursing my fate. Almost as if he could feel my discomfort, Jay rushed into the room, his gaze frantic until it landed on me.

“Baby,” he whispered, closing the distance between us. However, when he got closer, he froze, eyes wide, looking at me with uncertainty. He gulped, emerald eyes shining with an expression I knew too well.

I tried to speak at first, but met resistance. I tried once more until I could force the words out. “What's it? What's wrong?”

Jay swallowed. His gaze running over me made me feel fucking hot and bothered. Reminding me of the fucked up affection I had for my brother. If only he knew how much I freaking love him. He wouldn't, though. If he did, he wouldn't be in this room with me.

“Baby, I need you to listen to me. Please don't panic.” 

I frowned when he drew a step away from me instead of coming closer. My frown deepened as I looked up at him, searching for answers to his odd behaviour, but his eyes only exposed a hint of guilt and uncertainty.

“Jay? What's going on?”

I was panicking now, perplexed by his actions, and trying my damnedest hard to understand, even though I didn't. He glanced back at the door, inhaled sharply. Abruptly, he covered his nose with his eyes wide in panic.

I sniffed the air, puzzled at first until the scent hit me. A sweet mix of lavender and honeysuckle. The scent was so strong in the air, I wondered how I had missed it when I woke up. I looked at Ray, confused about the scent. Omegas are known to have sweet scents, while alphas have the manly woody scents, however, with the two of us alone in the room, there could be only one possibility.

AN OMEGA STEPPED INTO MY ROOM???!

What were they thinking? Walking into an alpha under differentiation's—me!— room? They must be asking for death.

“Baby, you —”

“Who was the omega that came into my room while I was unconscious? Where are they?” I narrowed my eyes, my lips thinned out, ready to seek that omega out, not just because they walked into my room when I was undergoing differentiation. I wanted to warn them off my property and brother. With such a seductive scent that lasted even after they left, the owner must be a damned whore, with many alphas vying for their attention.

I couldn't have them near my brother, seducing him, when I can't even do the same because of my secondary gender and how close we were. 

My mother remarried when I was 8, to the best father in the entire world. He never made me feel like I wasn't his biological son, and the same was true for his son. He was 12 years old when we became step-siblings, and he filled the space of an older brother in my life. For 10 years, he has protected me, and he still does, even when it wasn't convenient for him. He always showed up to make sure I wasn't 'bullied'. If only he knew who his kid brother really is. I wasn't a weakling, and I sure as hell don't consider him to be an elder brother.

Jay blinked, confused at first, before my question registered in his mind. However, when he opened his mouth to respond, the words that came out of it weren't what I was expecting. It was the opposite. 

 

He looked unsure for a second before he whispered, “You're the omega, baby boy.”

“What?!!”

The room spun like a compass needle losing its north. As his words registered in my semi-foggy mind, they dropped like a boulder into a still pond. I felt like a tree uprooted by a storm, my branches tangled in the wreckage of my expectations.

A fucking omega????! That can't be right. I freaking came from a family of alphas, there was no way I could be an omega. He might have gotten it wrong. Yeah, he probably thought that scent was mine.

“The doctor confirmed it yesterday. He gave you a dose of inhibitors. It should be enough to help ease your heat.”

No, No, No. That can't be true. He must be wrong.... I'm an alpha, not an omega. I just... He misjudged, right?

The bed beneath me became a raft on a sea of uncertainty, and I clung to the sheets like a lifeline, trying to anchor myself to something real, but it kept slipping away from my hand, fucking leaving me in the middle of nowhere.