CHAPTER 28: Omega’s Pheromones Leak

I was currently watching a PBA replay in the living room of Yuan’s condo. Not that I really wanted to, but it was already playing on the TV when I arrived. Meanwhile, Yuan was in the bathroom taking a shower.

Right after breakfast, I came straight to his condo unit because of his text. I had no idea what kind of errand he had for me this time, but because I needed the money, I had no choice but to obey.

I leaned back against the living room couch, eyes glued to the screen, analyzing each team's play. Even though I don't play basketball anymore, I still love watching it. One of my habits is studying the players' patterns, techniques, and movements. Sometimes, I can't help but predict their plays once I've figured them out.

I was the team captain back in high school, so I used to love plotting plays and meddling with our coach, a habit I guess I've carried with me to this day. I noticed Yuan is a great player, but he lacks consistency.

He can easily bypass defenders, but he struggles with shooting, especially from the corners. I don't know what his problem is. The last time I saw him play, he carried almost the entire scoring load for his team, he couldn't miss, purely bucket after bucket. But in this game, something definitely felt off.

It probably wasn't because of his amnesia. Before I left his condo the other day, the bastard was fast asleep on my shoulder while I was watching the NBA. I just laid him down on the couch, left him in the living room, and went home to my apartment. So it wasn't like he was out of condition from a lack of sleep either. What could his problem be?

My train of thought was cut short when Yuan suddenly appeared in front of me. He was standing behind the couch, leaning down and peering over at my face.

"Hey, have you been here long?" he asked.

I pushed his face out of my line of sight with my palm. "Yeah, for a while now. You took forever in the shower. You were probably jerking off in there," I blurted out unfiltered.

I heard him chuckle softly at my remark. "What makes you say that? Must be something you do yourself, huh?" he teased.

I just rolled my eyes. "I'm not horny like you, so don't compare me to yourself," I snapped back.

"Why do you sound so defensive? Guilty, aren't you?" Stepping around from behind the couch, he climbed over and sat right beside me.

"If you only called me over just to annoy me, then I'm leaving." I said without beating around the bush, my eyes still fixed on the TV.

"You know, ever since you started working as my personal assistant, you've never actually acted like one. It feels like I'm the one who constantly has to adjust to you," he complained while ruffling my hair.

I slapped his hand away from my head. "So it's my fault now? Who hired me in the first place?" I asked sarcastically.

"Exactly. I'm almost starting to regret it. I feel like I'm getting the short end of the stick here," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "I'm definitely losing money on the service you're giving me."

"That's probably the best thing you've ever said to me, " I told him while stretching my neck.

"You're welcome, by the way. I'm glad you don't like my service, I'm actually really proud of myself right now," I continued, my voice thick with relief. At least I managed to get back at him a little.

From the corner of my eye, I saw him shake his head. "You're really unbelievable," he murmured.

"Thanks for the compliment," I replied sarcastically, finally turning to face him. "Can I go home now?"

He smirked at my question and threw an arm around my shoulders. "You just got here and you already want to leave? You're making me lose even more money on this deal," he interjected.

I looked away from him and turned back to the TV. "What do you want me to do now anyway?" I asked exasperatedly.

"Wow, listen to you talk as if I give you a mountain of chores. When all you've done is sit on this couch."

My eyes narrowed. "You think my job isn't hard? You've had your arm around me and been leaning on me almost the entire day. My body is getting numb," I complained, my patience slowly wearing thin once again.

He removed his arm from my shoulder and crossed his arms. "That's your fault, too," he retorted.

I raised an eyebrow and shot him a glare. "My fault? What the hell did I do to you, bastard, for it to be my fault that you're sticking to me like glue?"

"You know, I like your perfume. I love how it smells. But since you refuse to tell me what brand you're using, I have no choice left but to stay close to you."

I gritted my teeth at his words. "I told you, I'm not wearing any perfume or cologne," I explained again.

"Are you telling me that what I'm smelling is just your natural scent?" he asked, looking genuinely incredulous.

"Yes, what else would it be?"

He shook his head slowly. "Impossible," he blurted out.

"What do you mean, impossible?" I asked, my brow furrowing.

"I didn't know Betas could release a scent like this. It's like they're..." He looked at me meaningfully. "...like they're an Omega."

I forced myself to stay calm, even though I was panicking on the inside, terrified that this bastard might discover my secret.

"Of course Betas like me have natural scents," I said, lifting my head slightly to stand firm by my answer. "Why? Are Alphas and Omegas the only ones allowed to have a body scent?" I

challenged him. "Sure, we don't release pheromones, but we still have our own distinct natural scent."

I had to keep making excuses. If I didn't, my secret would be completely exposed.

Even though his brow remained furrowed, it seemed he bought my explanation.

"Then..."

I gasped as he suddenly pulled me closer. He wrapped both arms around my back and buried his head into the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent all over again as if he intended to consume every trace of it.

"You're probably a unique Beta, then." His grip around me tightened. "Because as far as I remember, the scent of any Beta, or even Omega, I've met couldn't compare to yours," he said, his voice strained with intense desire.

"Damn, I think your scent is getting stronger now," he muttered, sounding like he was struggling to hold back.

Suddenly, I tried to catch a whiff of myself. Am I leaking pheromones right now? Please, no. Then it hit me— my heat cycle was just around the corner. Around this time, the scent my body produced would intensify. Worse yet, even when I took suppressants, I sometimes couldn't completely control my pheromones from leaking out.

If I really was leaking pheromones right now, then I was deeply in serious trouble.