Omega X 

Chapter 07.1 | The Ominous Seduction

The man with the scarred face looks down at the half dead thing in front of him. It whimpers. It gags on its own blood. A black blind fold covers it eyes and its hands are bound behind its back, stitch work threaded throughout its body — new and old.

“Ugh pathetic….”

A doctor clothed in a black bodysuit and mask similar to a gas mask stands in the background. He patiently waits for Sir to give orders, almost trembling in anticipation… excitement.

The man, known only as Sir, turns his back on the failed attempt. He slicks his hair back and exhales a long breath. “Destroy it, retrieve the liquid, then do as you want with it.” 

The doctor, donned all in black, excitedly grabs the thing from the floor and flings it over his shoulder. It whimpers and groans in pain. Before he can make his exit, he adds, “Ah, almost forgot. Please check if the main organs are viable and get them for the Shop — before it expires or you destroy it. I need to make some sort of profit from it.”

The doctor nods and exits the room with his new thing. It tries to talk but all that comes out are ineligible cries. Large trickle of blood comes out of its mouth where its tongue was crudely cut out surgically. 

The man takes out a black cell phone and makes a call. 

“Mikhailov…come see me right away.” He clicks the call dead. 

X observes the small restaurant and bar both he and Seok are in. Dim orange lights illuminate an obscured eatery. Anyone that is in here are to themselves, secluded and quiet at wooden constructed booths. 

A large bottle of vodka and container of orange juice occupied the table at the booth they’re sitting at. Two thin tall glasses are set before them. 

Seok pours a screwdriver. 

X looks on and chuckles a little. “I thought you only drank whiskey.” 

Seok takes another glass and gives it to X. “I only drink whiskey when I’m at home or in my office.” 

X takes it. “Can I drink this with being on my medicine?” 

“One won’t hurt.” Seok gulps down half of his drink. “A few hours before or after won’t effect it much.” 

X puts the glass up to his nose and takes a whiff. He sips it and is pleasantly surprised. “I can’t really taste the alcohol, just the juice.” 

Seok finishes his off. “I only put one shot in there.” He pours about three shots into his own glass and filled it with orange juice.

X continues to drink it slowly. “How are you able to drink so much? I always see you drinking at your place but you never seem…drunk or anything.” 

“All Alphas have a tolerance to alcohol and some drugs, Superior Alphas like me are very tolerant to them. It takes a lot to feel the effect. Omega’s, on the other hand are the opposite, they feel the effect faster and for longer.” 

X smiles a little in response, taking another sip. “Hey Seok…” 

Seok glances at X, who is leaning his head on his hand, his other hand swirling the drink within the glass. He looks on for X to continue. 

X looks at his drink swooshing around in the glass. 

“Why did you help me?” He asks. 

Before Seok can reply, he continues. “I mean…. I can’t recall anything, I don't know my name or where I came from. I’m scared…I was scared that night. I really don’t know what made me think of crashing into your home…but if I were you…just why the trouble of helping me?” 

X doesn’t look up from his drink. 

“There was an Omega I was very close to once.” Seok begins. X looks up, this time Seok is the one looking away. “He got sick. I couldn’t help. This time I can help, even if you do get on my nerves.” 

X laughs sarcastically. “Your nerves? I’m sooo surprised.” 

“Yep.” He takes a big gulp. “Like for instance, you're not doing our part of the deal.” 

X, already feeling the effects of the one shot, laughs again. “Deal?” 

“Housework.” Seok bluntly replied. “My sheets haven’t been changed, no dishes done, and no dusting.” 

“Ah,” X sips more from his drink. “Well, I kind of got punched in the face and chased by unknown men, then chased again by you with a huge ass needle.” 

Seok aspirates on his drink. “Oi! That was your own fault Omega. Every Omega knows not go near Alphas in that state.” 

X laughs. “Pfft, I can’t sense your ‘state’ idiot. I thought Aston already briefed you on that.” 

Seok notices X is almost done with his drink and pours another one for him.

“I thought I’m supposed to only have one?” 

Seok shrugs. “Just enjoy tonight, you can start your med schedule in the morning. Plus, you’re hilarious when you drink.” 

X chuckles more and smiles, “Yeah right!” He drinks from his freshly poured glass. “I’ll start housework tomorrow, Mr. Seok.” He teases. 

“Ha! I like the ring to that.”

A server brings the food Seok had ordered previously to their table. A meat and cheese platter, roasted vegetables, and a deep fried tofu side. X glances at it and grimaces at the sight of the meat. 

“Ugh, that looks….awful.” He scowls at the meat. 

Seok glares jokingly at X. “Which one?” 

X takes the roasted vegetables and tofu dishes and slides the platter to Seok. “The meat, it looks really gross to me.” He smiles at Seok. “I get these and you can have that.” 

“When I thought I couldn’t deal with anymore, now I’m dealing with a vegetarian.” He flashes a smile and takes the platter. “Eat up Omega.” 

X and Seok begin eating. They go on to drink, talk about useless things, and joke back and forth. It feels like they were the only ones in the tiny bar. Seok continues to smile, bicker, and for once get lost in the moment, something he hasn’t felt for years now. 

After three more shots. 

“Oi, c’mon Omega!” Seok nudges X’s shoulder but there was no response. X was completely passed out. “Ugh you’re unbelievable….” Seok takes his wallet and throws money on the table. As he picks up X on his back, two men in grey suits dash in. 

“Pull my car around.” Seok demands. One of the two men quickly runs out to grab the car. Seok glances at his other bodyguard. “Greyson, you’re a beta or recessive? I can’t remember.” 

Greyson steps up, “I’m a recessive Alpha, but I’ve imprinted, Director.” 

“Oh fuck that’s right. Here.” Seok hands X to him. “Put him in my car, I need a smoke.” 

Greyson says nothing as he and Seok walk through the small bar. Greyson can feel the omega’s gentle breaths near his neck, Greyson’s heart rate beats faster. Such a pretty Omega. Greyson and the other bodyguards had been seeing Seok with this Omega, within this last week they all have been shuffled around to protect them both, with orders specifying this Omega comes first. He is a very pretty Omega, he smells really nice too. They walk to the back entrance of the bar. When Seok opens the door, a gust of wind comes through. Greyson flinches as he smells a sudden whiff of something he’s never smelled before.

Something good, really good. His hands clench harder on the Omega. 

As they come around out the back. Seok’s car pulls up to them. Greyson gently places the Omega into the passenger seat. The bodyguard that brought the car around exits the vehicle to join Seok for a smoke. As Greyson situates X, he grabs the seatbelt and bends over to buckle him in. He suddenly stops and looks closely at the Omega that Seok has been protective over. Greyson observes over him, hearing him breathe gently, he has smooth tan skin, his face is lovely. I wonder what color eyes you have? Your hair? He removes X’s cap to get a better look at his features. X shuffles a bit. Greyson continues to look him over. He suddenly feels an overwhelming urge to stroke his hair. His fingers stroke through the silky strands of beautiful blue hair. Not realizing he was releasing his pheromones onto X, leaving traces of it in X’s hair.

Greyson looks down at X’s lips and notices the natural pink shade. His hand removes itself from feeling X’s hair and to his jawline, So pretty… he moves his face closer to X’s. He stops himself as he notices the Omega’s elongated neck. He moves the Omega’s face down and to the side to see the nape of his neck, Greyson begins salivating. He opens his mouth to show his two sharp Alpha canine teeth, an overwhelming sensation overcomes his instincts. He wants him, he wants to— 

He wants to imprint him. 

To Be Continued in Chapter 07.2