Todos los capítulos de Betrayed By My Scent, Now I Have To Pay The Price : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Jerome stared at the letter in his hands, his breath shaky, a gush of wind blowing out of his mouth as he breathed through his mouth.He had done it, he was accepted into Orlando Academy, one of the nations top Alpha Academy for Boys.He finally did it, he is going to protect his mother and himself from everyone who wants to hurt them.But he has to make sure he doesn't get caught, after all he is not an Alpha, he is an omega and omegas are not allowed to take lessons with Alpha, if they catch him they might kill him.Jerome went to his room and kept the acceptance letter inside his luggage he had already packed. He opened his supply of pheromone suppressant, he had pills, sprays, inhalers and injections, this way nobody would ever detect who he truly is.The next stage is looking for a tangible explanation why he'll be away for nine months and only be back during holidays to his mother.He can't say he was going to look for a job because his family is wealthy, not too wealthy but the

Jerome finishes breakfast alone after Ajay's departure, he schooled himself to stay compose and reminded himself why he was here.'I have to protect mom, to prove that omegas can be strong.'He checked his schedule, the afternoon lesson is on combat training."This isn't going to be as easy as I thought." He muttered to himself.This lesson is to build dominance and control, to show what an Alpha is all about.Jerome rushed to the bathroom and pop a suppressant pill.He checked his suppressants and they are slowly running out, "I'll have to leave school to get more." He muttered.In the changing room, Jerome tried as much as possible to avoid Ajay, he doesn't want the attention the alpha is giving him, all he wants to do is finish school and graduate.The afternoon class was taught by a different instructor, another Alpha who looks tougher than Yale."Good morning class!" He yelled, his hands behind his back, his combat boots were firm on the sand they were standing on."Good morning

Jerome couldn’t remember how many cups of alcohol he’d chugged, and he had no idea why he was sitting with Ajay and his friends.Ajay had arrived about an hour earlier, his presence impossible to ignore. The aura he carried, sharp and commanding, cut through the haze of the party. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Ajay suddenly looked… attractive. Perfectly styled hair, intense eyes, the strong line of his jaw. Jerome shook his head and drained his cup, reaching for another.Justin’s hand stopped him. “You can’t. You’ve had enough already.”Sometimes Justin acted more like a boyfriend than a friend, and it confused Jerome. He’d never given any sign that he was interested in Justin that way. Jerome knew his priorities, and love wasn’t one of them.“Jerome, listen to your boyfriend,” Ajay taunted, smirking as always. “We don’t want you throwing up in the bathroom.”“Justin is not my boyfriend. He’s my friend.” Jerome didn’t know why he felt the need to explain himself to Ajay, or w

Jerome’s protest died the moment Ajay’s mouth claimed his.The kiss was fierce at first, teeth clashing, tongues demanding but Ajay slowed almost immediately, as though he’d decided to savor rather than conquer. He tilted Jerome’s head with careful fingers at the nape of his neck, deepening the angle until every breath they shared tasted of the other. Jerome’s lips parted wider on instinct; a soft, involuntary sound escaped him.Ajay pulled back just enough to speak against his mouth. “Breathe.”Jerome tried but failed, his chest rose and fell too fast, too shallow. Ajay’s thumb traced the frantic pulse at the base of his throat, slow circles that made Jerome’s skin prickle.“You’re shaking,” Ajay murmured, voice low and rough. “Still think you can’t give me what I want?”Jerome swallowed. “I—”Ajay kissed him again, softer this time. A slow drag of lips, a gentle nip to the lower one. Then he released Jerome’s wrists and slid both hands down his arms, fingers threading through

The door swung open, revealing Ajay standing there with damp hair clinging to his forehead, water droplets still tracing lazy paths down his bare chest and abs.His towel hung low on his hips, barely clinging on, and that familiar cocky smirk was already curling his lips. “You’re three minutes late, Jerome,” Ajay drawled, voice low and rough like he’d just woken up from the same filthy thoughts Jerome had been drowning in all day. His eyes raked over Jerome’s body slowly, deliberately, lingering on the faint bruise he’d left on his neck earlier. “I said ten minutes. Not thirteen.” Jerome’s chest was still heaving from the sprint across campus, lungs burning, cheeks flushed. He opened his mouth to explain, to apologize, but the words died when Ajay stepped aside just enough to let him in, one strong hand already gripping the front of Jerome’s shirt and yanking him inside. The door slammed shut behind them with a finality that made Jerome’s stomach flip. Ajay didn’t waste time. He