All Chapters of The Nerdy Omega’s Three Protectors : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

**Aiden's POV**We had just left the tense meeting with the school board when Mr. Reginald was not only fired but immediately arrested by the police for attempted sexual assault. The sharp click of handcuffs still echoed in my mind.Now, Jordan, Macmillan, and Orlando were taking me back to the bar. I had agreed to go with them, but sitting in the front seat of Orlando’s car just like when he found me, made unease twist in my stomach.I tried to hide it, but for some reason, it was impossible to conceal my feelings from them. Hiding my emotions had been an art I mastered at a very young age. I used to be flawless at it. Yet with them, my mask kept slipping no matter how hard I tried.“If you don’t want to go with us, just say the word,” Orlando said, his voice low and steady. He placed his warm hand on my thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. The heat of his palm seeped through the fabric of my pants, sending an unexpected spark up my leg. “I’ll turn this car around and take you stra

**Orlando's POV**“Aiden, tell me who it was before I…” I didn’t get to finish my sentence.“Before you what, weather boy? Make rainbows appear in the sky?” Lorenzo Rossi sneered, rising slowly from his chair. His voice dripped with mockery, echoing slightly in the suddenly tense classroom.The frown I’d been fighting to smooth away since I learned Aiden had chosen to sit in the front row instead of with us deepened into a sharp crease between my brows. Heat prickled across my skin.“So you tripped him?” I asked, my voice low and dangerously calm.“Yeah, I did,” Lorenzo shot back, a cruel grin stretching his lips. “Again, what are you gonna do about it? Why are you so worked up, as if you’re the one who fucked him?”My gaze flicked to Aiden. He shook his head frantically, his wide eyes pleading with me not to escalate things.“What if I did?” I replied, my tone icy. “What if I was the one who left all those marks on his body? What’s it to you?”Lorenzo let out a harsh bark of laughter

**Aiden’s POV**“Orlando, what’s wrong?” I asked, backing away from him slowly.“You smell so nice,” he mumbled, stepping closer. His voice was low and rough, carrying a hunger that made my stomach twist.“Ugh...” I chuckled nervously, my eyes darting toward the door.*Maybe he’s just trying to scare me, right? Orlando would never hurt me like that.*Even as I thought it, my survival instincts screamed louder. I took several shaky steps backward as he advanced, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.“Maybe we should go sit down so I can properly dress your wound,” I said, my voice trembling. “You took some hard blows to your gut. I need to apply ointment on those bruises.”I whimpered when he closed the distance, his body heat radiating against mine, overwhelming and suffocating.“We should do something else,” he growled, his breath hot against my skin. “Something more fun.”The next thing I knew, I was slammed against the wall with brutal force. The impact knocked

Aiden's POV "Aiden." Orlando gently pulled me aside just before we could enter our room. He waited until Macmillan and Jordan had gone inside first, then turned to face me.His warm fingers brushed against my cheek, uncaring if anyone could see us. His intense gaze locked onto mine, making my breath hitch."I know you're scared," he murmured, his voice low and steady. "You're worried. You think your whole life has been a lie."He paused, his thumb tracing a soft, soothing circle on my skin. "I just want you to know there's no reason to be afraid. We're here the others and I. We'll protect you. We'll keep your identity a secret until you're ready to show the world who you really are. And we'll help you learn to control your pheromones, so you don't keep releasing them unintentionally."My mind was barely processing his words, all I could focus on was the heat of his palm against my cheek and the faint, comforting scent of his cologne that made my knees feel weak."Thank you, Orlando

**Aiden's POV**“So, do you want to tell us what that was all about?” Jordan asked the moment we stepped into the dorm.I was still wearing Macmillan’s hoodie. The fabric was incredibly soft against my skin, still carrying the faint warmth of his body and his familiar scent .“I don’t want to talk about it, guys. Please… can we just pretend it never happened?” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.“That didn’t seem like nothing to me—”Macmillan placed a firm hand on Jordan’s chest and shook his head. “If he doesn’t want to talk about it, then he doesn’t want to talk. Don’t force him.”I offered Macmillan a small, grateful smile, my chest tightening with quiet thanks. “I feel really sticky,” I lied. “I’m going to take a shower.”I wasn’t sticky at all, I just needed to escape the room before the walls closed in. Seeing my mom and stepdad today had shattered the fragile peace I’d built here. Their faces had dragged every buried memory back to the surface, and with them came th