Chapter 12

After the third day, the bloom was over, and Arlen felt better. Showered with gifts and blessings from his guardians, he tried to be his old self and not make them worry too much.

The next few days brought many challenges. Basma took decisions that split his liberty in half. A change of wardrobe was alright, except now, he had many feminine-coloured patterns and accessories. To an extent, the new omega felt it was too much.

Arlen's time training in combat was reduced to make room for lessons on taking care of a home and basic etiquette for omegas.

No more two peas in a pod lifestyle with Julius; more guards were assigned to him. "You cannot let him do whatever he wants," Basma implanted a command Arlen could not erase or pull out.

'Give me a break.' He cringed whenever he ate with the family. Dining turned into a platform for possible matchmaking for him.

The perk of being a flower as it stood was; no more harsh punishments from Rufus, people were extra careful around him, and he