Aston relinquishes his hold of the Alpha. 

“Are you saying your regular ruts that had stopped years ago suddenly acted up the night X came barging in? What about your irregular ruts with severe rage? Have you had any of those?” 

Seok shakes his head no. 

Aston’s face twists. “What the hell…?” 

“Believe me, I’m fucking confused just like you are Aston. I don’t know what’s happening but I swear on my life, I haven’t smelt an ounce of pheromones from that Omega.” 

“How is this possible?” Aston rubs the bridge of his nose. 

“Considering everything we found about X defies all medical possibilities and logic.” Seok whips out his flask from his pants pocket along with a cigarette. Aston takes the flask from Seok, opens it and takes four full gulps from it. Seok grabs it back. “Don’t drink it all you fucker.” 

Aston wipes his lips. “Fuck, do you know how serious this is or what it means? I think you may be half right about X omitting a new sub type of pheromones.” 

Seok lights up his cigarette. “Half right?” He questions. 

Aston nods. “I think it’s new subtype that can’t be traced by machines and seen or smelled by second genders. Think of it as carbon monoxide. It’s there, you can’t see it, you can’t even smell it, but it can kill you if you continuously keep breathing it in in a long period of time. The only difference is that carbon monoxide detectors exists to detect this. My PH2 Reader can detect the externalized PhL but maybe it can’t detect the subtype he’s releasing.” 

Seok stares at X’s room. What the hell type of Omega are you X? 

“I wonder if these new pheromones are the reason I…” Seok stops himself from finishing his sentence upon the realization he was talking out loud. 

Aston eyes him. “‘The reason I’ what?” 

Seok curses under his breath. 

Aston furrows his brows. “Seok, if you care about X and his condition, I cannot have you hiding details no matter how insignificant you think they might be. Now spit it out. NOW.” 

Seok glares at him. He looks back a X’s door and the Omega that sleeps beyond it. “Since Greyson attacked him….I’ve been masking X's body...with my pheromones….” Seok clenches his fist, knowing full well what his friend's reaction will be.

Aston staggers. “You’ve been masking him with them? We agreed that you would release some your pheromones in the air to help with his Pheromone Shock, not drown his body in them!” 

Seok gives a dirty look. “I know that Aston. I could not control it, it just happened.” 

Aston laughs sarcastically. “No fucking wonder he’s ovulating already! God knows the damage you’ve done!” 

“Damage!?” Seok races up to Aston’s face. “I’m not fucking damaging anything you fucking complete quack!” 

“Seok for the last God damn time, he’s an unknown Omega with fucking strange abilities and here you go dousing him in possessive pheromones. God knows if you’ve been covering him in mating pheromones as well, what the hell is going on in your head!?” Aston rubs his temples. “After what happened to Ari you think you would-“

PUNCH! CRACK!

Seok punches his fist into the wall, a massive hole is left from the strong impact of the hit. Aston steps back a bit. Seok looks menacingly into Aston’s eyes. 

“You never mention that name again to me.” Seok backs off and turns his back to the doctor. "I think you’re done here. Leave.” 

Aston exhales a sharp sigh. “Seok, X is ovulating. I can only predict he’ll be releasing pheromones you can detect within a few days, if even that. Keep in contact and call me if anything, no matter the significance of it.. keep Ashford in the loop about this too.” With that Aston grabs his bags. “Ah, Seok I need to a full check up on you too, pick a time. In the meantime, since your regular ruts have returned, you should try finding a partner to release some of your pheromones, you've taken too much A-Blockers to keep inhibiting your symptoms." 

Seok grumbles. “Just come by my office tomorrow for the fucking checkup.” 

Aston leaves the penthouse, leaving Seok to his own thoughts. A fucking partner? Haaa…I haven’t needed to release my damn pheromones like that since that horrible night years ago...

Seok looks back at X’s closed door.

But if I don't have a pheromone release soon, I might take it out on him.... I promised X I wouldn’t do those things those bastards did to him…but since that day I.... 

I've been craving to do what those bastards did to him, and more.

Seok buries his face into his hands. “What is holy fuck is happening to me…?” 

X groans in his sleep, he twists and turns on his bed, beads of sweat pouring down his face. Outside, the rain pitters against the glass window. The mild gusts of wind splashes the rain hard against the glass....

The faceless man stood above X with a voice recorder held to his mouth. 

“The subject 0-X-13, alongside 0-X-14 are showing signs of the blue agent fusing with soft tissue, hair follicles, and eye pigmentation. Today, both subjects have received an injection in both the lower abdomen and neck glands, both were able to receive it well again.” 

X’s eyes were swollen, tears fell down the sides of his cheeks. He couldn't whimper…nor talk. His hands bound to the table with leather straps, as his ankles were.

The man continued walking slowly around him and another table, studying them. 

“The four inch diameter tube placed in both subjects through the oral cavity seems beneficial in contributing the mixture as well. Will be removed after 36 hours to finish complete absorption via digestion. Subsequently, feeding tubes will be placed through the nostril cavity to feed subjects.”

X could hear rattling on the table next to him. He couldn't even turn his head, another leather strap bounded his head to the table. 

He could hear the man walk over to the rattling. 

“Subject 0-X-14 appears to be convulsing, oral tubes have been placed for approximately 12 hours at this time. Will request the doctor to remove the tube and reinsert after diagnosing what error this is.” the man clicked the recorder to stop. 

He took out a radio. 

“Doctor, I need assistance with O-X-14. Convulsions, possible grand mal seizure, is being observed from subject.” 

X could only lie on the cold table, tears soaked the sides of his cheeks as he cried silently. He could only hear the intense rattling by his side and horrible gargle noises. 

A door creaked opened.

Footsteps rushed to the rattling table. 

“Ah, it’s vomiting. I’ll give a shot to stop the seizure. We’ll take out the oral tube once the vomit goes back through the tube.” 

The man sighed in annoyance. “Subject O-X-13 is taking it well, how come this one isn’t?”  

The doctor gave the subject the shot and soon the rattling stopped. "I’ll take tests right away to determine what the cause it. The body may be rejecting this certain mixture of the Blue Agent. It’s a novel medicine, the good news is that the other subject is not reacting badly to it so we know it’s working. It could be this one is a dud.” The doctor lifted the eyelids of the subject up and peeked at its pupil reaction. He then glimpsed at the tube. “Looks like the vomit went back down into the stomach. I can take the tube out now. I’ll take it out slow so that way it doesn’t try to vomit again.” 

X’s eyes quivered and his brows shook as the insufferable nauseating noises filled the room. The gurgles from the table next to him as the tube is slid out of its mouth, then the following gagging and hoarse cries. Dry heaving came next. 

The man chuckles darkly. “No. You’re not allowed to do that.” The man cupped his hand over the subjects mouth to prevent it from vomiting again. “That would be a waste of our precious mixture. You dare throw it up, you will be redistributed to the Toy Shop.” 

X grimaced as he heard the subject try its hardest to hold back the dry heaving and gags. After a few moments, the subject began to breathe heavily. 

“Good.” The man said delightfully. “Now doctor, quickly do the tests and send me the results. I want that tube back in, I can’t get behind schedule.” 

“Will do, Sir.” The doctor proceeds to grab a series of needles, small and big. 

X shut his eyes as hard as he could while the dried out whimpers of pain echo throughout the cold, metal, prison he was trapped within. 

“HA!!” X shoots straight up, he wipes the beads of sweat from his forehead and face. A horrible night sweat drenches his body. His hand feels his throat. “Not again….”  Then a cold sweat overcomes his body. Out of nowhere, a sudden nausea overcomes him. He dashes off the bed and to the bathroom. 

“BLARGH!” X vomits into the toilet. He lies on the floor, holding the rim of the toilet seat. He coughs and gags. Again, he throws up. “Ugh….” He winces from both the pain in his lower abdomen and his throat. “Fuck…what the fuck was that…?” His voice quivers uncontrollably. 

Soft cries escape from X’s mouth, he wipes away the tears as he remembers the horrific nightmare he had. This time it's different as the nightmare doesn't fade from his memories, he can recall every detail. Left alone in his pain, he whimpers, “Seok….” 

Unbeknownst to X, a blue hue radiates softly from his marking as he cries out.

Omega X 

Chapter 10. 2 | The Unraveling Reality 

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