Semua Bab DENNYJAY: TO TOUCH AN OMEGA: Bab 1 - Bab 10

DENNY: TEN HOURS AGO.Cars pulled into the lot. I drove in last.The school year had officially begun. Both new and returning students are buzzing with excitement, fresh haircuts, cleaner uniforms, and ready to dive into another semester of boring lectures.At Midville College, students are forced into uniforms and bound by rules, as if we’re still in high school. The most eyesore? The so-called lecture rooms are worse than high school classrooms. And yet, everyone seems to glow in this crappy environment.Everyone but me. I hated it. And the rules? I’ve broken them all.Yet, they keep me. The Management never lets me go. Like they know I’m doing everything I can to earn a no-returning letter, so instead, they hand me punishments that make sure I stay.If only they understood how much it repulses me. The walls, the air, the pressure. It turns me into something I’m not. Every second behind this building feels like a thousand years in hell. And after what almost felt like a peaceful ho

JAY: “One thing, Jason. Just one instruction,” my father barked through the phone. “Keep your dâmn head down, but no, you went soaring in a bar!”“It wasn’t my fault.”“Like it wasn’t with the Hawks?” he snapped.I am not offended; he never trusts me. He always blames me for everything.“The Unions are going to the West next week,” he said after a long pause. “We need a good camouflage.”The Unions aren't just political. They are dangerous. They are an elite, secretive council of the oldest and most powerful Alpha clans across the territory. They maintain balance, peace, and hierarchy among the ruling clans…particularly among rival Alphas.Inside their Blood Court, they judge the misconduct of the Regions, especially Alphas. Alpha, who initiates war, disrupts the natural order… kills another Alpha. And among these, I am guilty of all.“I can lie low.”“I can see that,” he scoffed. My father's asking me to lie low was mostly to shield me from the Union’s wrath. Their quest now is to

DENNY: He pulled me forward, and with a single shove, I landed hard on the chair. Then, he slid his finger into my mouth. His thumb tasted faintly of smoke—bitter, raw and invasive. He twirled it against my tongue, and I held his gaze, reading the steam in his eyes, feeling the slow burn of dominance. I could bite him, but let him enjoy it. He shut his eyes, moaning softly, clearly aroused by the thought of his dîck in my mouth. That was my chance. A perfect moment to stain his ego. I kicked his knee. He stumbled, grunting from the impact, and collapsed on both knees in front of me, his jaw smacking against my thigh. He writhed in pain while I remained seated, smug and satisfied. I leaned in, about to headbutt him—but he was faster. With a swift jerk, he slammed his head into my jaw. I yelped and toppled backwards, groaning as pain bloomed through my skull. Before I could recover, he’d already wrapped his belt around my wrists, yanked me back into the chair, and bound my hands

DENNY:I went back home feeling weak and drained. Not from the long walk, but from a heavy heart.I had just denied wanting Jay.You have done well, Denny.My flickering feelings shouldn’t hold the solid ground over what is right. I should focus. Stick to the plan—my role. For my father. For our legacy.Jay and I are meant to be rivals. And that’s the part I must play. Even if it means lying through my teeth.“There he is,” my father cooed from the living room the moment I stepped inside.The Unions were there with him. They didn’t look very pleased. Except, I shouldn’t act like I know why.My father launched into quick introductions—half-pride, half-performance. Then, they told me why they were waiting.They had a new task for me: Find Jay. Turn him in.In return, my family remains sovereign over the West. My father keeps his grip on power. I keep my title as Alpha heir.And what? Stay bound to this lie? This farce?“My son would be glad to help the Unions,” my father said, chuckling

JAY: I went all the way into his mouth. Denny responded, shivering and pushing his body against mine. He cupped my nape while I held his face, deepening the kiss. He heated up, his scent flooding my nostrils. I wasn’t doing any better. I stiffened within seconds, and my length shot uncomfortably out of my jeans.But damn it! We were still on school grounds. A corner, sure, but barely secluded.I pulled out, breathing hard.“Denny,” I said, my voice hoarse and husky. “Should we continue elsewhere?”He stared at me, cheeks flushed, eyes glossy…clouded with need. Yet, he was at it again. That damn denial. That refusal to admit he wanted this — wanted me.“The Unions…” he murmured, voice trembling. “They want me to bring you in.”“I’ve figured that out. But I wasn’t asking about them.”“You should. They really mean to get you. They’re…”“Forget the Unions,” I cut him off, cupping his face gently. “Let's talk about us. About you. Tell me what you want.”He looked at me, chest rising and