All Chapters of The Nerdy Omega’s Three Protectors : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Author's POV The school PA system crackled to life at 7:52 a.m., eight minutes before the first bell, and Aiden was still at his locker when the school's president Mr. Hargrove's voice flooded the hallway.*"Good morning, students of Aetherhold Academy. We have an important update regarding the recent incident that happened yesterday after your chemistry class.."*Aiden's fingers went still on his combination lock, his roommates were nowhere beside him and his secret was about to be announced to the whole school.He had known this was coming, he'd signed the consent form when he told them he wanted to stay in the academy. What he had not known what no one had warned him was that Mr Hargrove would choose to expose him over a PA system at 7:52 in the morning, while Aiden stood in the middle of the most crowded hallway in the building.*"Student Aiden, has been classified as a Carrier-Prime Omega. His registry file confirms dual-pathway designation: A First Class Alpha Generative and

**Aiden's POV**One good thing about the school finding out about me was that the bullying had finally reduced. The constant taunts and cruel whispers in the hallways had quieted to uneasy glances and awkward silences.Another relief was that an entire month had passed without my pheromones leaking. Still, I knew I needed to master control over them before they caught me off guard again the fear of that sudden, uncontrollable surge always lingered at the back of my mind."Aiden, is this correct?" George asked, shoving his notebook in front of me. The faint scent of his fresh laundry detergent and pencil shavings filled the small space between us.I scanned the page quickly. "Yes, everything is correct, George," I replied with a small smile.He beamed, clearly proud of himself. "You're the best tutor ever. My dad was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with us tonight. He'll be cooking.""I’ll—""Aiden won’t be able to accept that offer," Orlando cut in from the couch, his deep v

Aiden’s POVThe cold water hit my skin, sharp and sudden, but it did nothing to calm the restless energy buzzing beneath it.I leaned both hands against the tiled wall, head bowed, letting the water run down my face, over my neck, soaking into my hair.A club.We were actually going to a club.A small, disbelieving laugh slipped out of me, echoing faintly in the bathroom.It felt unreal.For once, I wasn’t being told to stay hidden, to be careful, to not exist too loudly. For once, I was stepping into something normal something reckless, loud, and completely out of my comfort zone.And maybe that was exactly why my heart wouldn’t stop racing.Not from fear but from anticipation.I turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel and roughly drying my hair. The mirror fogged up, blurring my reflection, and for a second, I just stared at the vague outline of myself.Who even was I right now?The scared boy who used to hide from everything? Or this… version of me, who was ready

Macmillan’s POVSomething wasn’t right, I could feel it.I didn’t know when the feeling started maybe when Aiden didn’t come back after the bartender told us he hasn't seen Aiden, maybe when the music got too loud and my chest felt too tight but it crawled under my skin fast and refused to leave.I scanned the crowd again, jaw tightening.“Where’s Aiden?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.Orlando frowned slightly, glancing around. “He was just here.”Jordan leaned back against the bar, unconcerned. “Probably still dancing. You saw him, he’s in his element tonight.”We had just stepped outside for fresh air, seeing Aiden dance had set something inside of me lose and I know the others felt it too.But when we came back I couldn't find him where we left him,I shook my head slowly.That uneasy feeling twisted harder.“I’m going to check,” I muttered, already moving before either of them could respond.The crowd resisted me, bodies pressing in from every side, the air thick with

**Aiden's POV**The hospital doors slid open with a soft pneumatic hiss, releasing us into the cool morning air. A light drizzle had started while I was inside, and the city smelled of wet asphalt. I breathed it in deeply, letting the fresh scent wash away the lingering antiseptic sting from my nose. My back still throbbed with every step, a dull, hot pulse beneath the bandages, but I refused to show it.The car waiting at the curb. Orlando held the back door open for me without a word, his jaw still tight. I slid in carefully, wincing as the leather seat pressed against my injuries. Macmillan climbed in beside me, his large frame taking up most of the space, while Jordan took the front passenger seat.The drive back to school was quieter than I expected. I casted my eyes to the window, watching things passes like a movie, Macmillan’s knee would brush mine, warm and solid an accidental comfort that made something tight in my chest loosen.“You sure you don’t want the painkillers