Alpha's answer

— That's not a decision to make that fast, Nicolas. ― Mumbled Milles, dropping the captain's hand on the back of his neck to gain space and take a deep breath. ― If I stay, that means we'll be together whether we like each other or not. You can't get involved with anyone.

— Much less you. ― Remember the omega, looking calmer. ― That's why I'm giving you the chance to decide. You know me well enough to know that I will follow through with whatever arrangement we establish here.

Milles stared at those tired eyes feeling his right shoulder tingle. He seemed to be sincere in his words, and as much as he knew that captain, it was plausible for him to pretend that nothing happened. If his earlier attitude was done at a time other than departure, Nicolas would probably not say anything.

― What did you feel? When I was with someone else, you said you almost sat on the bench.

Nicolas shivered his arms as he looked away. It took a while to respond, but when he did, the sincerity was clear.

― It felt like my head was going to explode. I felt weak and I needed your smell to stay calm.

— Are you telling me that if I choose to leave, you'll take this? ― Speak the loudest, taking a step towards Nicolas. ― You'll want to feel me around, but you can't. You'll have to deal with how much you miss me. Can you handle that?

― Even if I die. But you won't see a shadow of me for the rest of your life. Since I was the one who bit you.

Milles wanted to smile at the determination that Nicolas presented. Unlike him who wanted madly to get rid of all that, the omega would lift his head facing the consequences of his actions. Typical of Nicolas.

But what about him? He could stay away from Nicolas?

During the match, when watching the omega get next to another alpha to hide in its scent, Milles had experienced jealousy for the first time in his life. The hatred of having something stolen from you. Out of your reach, without a glance. It was as if Nicolas denied his existence, being strangely painful.

Unfortunately Milles could not tell if it was because of the bite or because of himself.

Did Nicolas feel the same way when he kissed someone else?

― And what will happen if I stay?

— We will continue as always, of course. Taking away the part of your involvement with other people. I'm sorry, but if you want to have sex with someone, it has to be me.

A mischievous smile sprang from Milles' lips.

― Would you be up to that level, Captain?

― It would just be sex, no? I can handle it, we're not a couple in love... we'd just take advantage of the shit we let happen.

― Can you handle it? Just sex? You talk like it's no big deal.

It was Nicolas's turn to sneaky smile.

— I'm not a virgin, Milles. I've spent my time with other people several times without being in a serious relationship. I only stopped it because I needed to be around Theodore all the time to protect him when your sister, and you, started bothering him.

Ah, that certainly was a low blow.

Very low.

Has anyone touched Nicolas's skinny body yet?

Has anyone ever gotten drunk on its smell, delighting in its curves feeling its texture? The alpha that inhabited his consciousness had not liked those absurd fantasies at all. Even growled low, muffling his own voice with his right hand afraid to be heard by the lowest.

Probably that would be the hardest part, discerning what was of your alpha or Milles himself. He needed to make a decision right there, at that moment, that wouldn't make him regret it later.

There were so many questions to consider. His family would never agree with his relationship with Nicolas. They would probably face the same obstacles as their cousin, although this would not be a big problem for an unprovoked rebel like Milles. Only that meant he would have to seek refuge in Nicolas.

If the whole school found out that Nicolas was an omega and that he had bitten Milles, they'd be trouble too. They would point to the captain as a promiscuous seducer the same way they would point to Theodore. Only he'd be on the side to deal with it, even though they don't love each other.

And that would be the end point.

They didn't love each other at the time.

Milles liked Nicolas's kisses. Milles had liked what he saw when the little man was sick, as well as the secret factor was the magic pinch of the whole situation exciting him even more. It would be foolish of him to say he didn't like to be with Nicolas.

Just couldn't say it was love. Why Milles had no idea.

Could he stay with Nicolas anyway?

Would he live with your guilty conscience every time he stayed with someone else that somewhere in the world Nicolas was suffering because of him?

The instant he had blinked he had felt an ardent in the corner of his mouth, and his head had been stunned. Needing to lean on the wall with the fright he had taken, faced Nicolas a few meters away, stroking his bandaged hand.

― What the fuck is this?

— Do you really think I'd let you get away with what you did to me before, big guy? Whatever your decision is, I'm still pissed off. You cheated on me with a nobody.

Regaining balance, Milles had let out a muffled laugh. He should imagine Nicolas wouldn't let him down, he'd always find a way to get even. And even when he checked if blood came out of the corner of his mouth, he was hit by the second punch, this time even stronger.

God damn it, man!

How could he not see the little man coming towards him to punch him? And what damned heavy hand was that that even his sight was disturbed? This time Milles had not been able to stand, eventually falling sitting down trying to regain his sight.

Nicolas crouched between his legs, resting his arms stretched over his knees as he stared at him with that sleepy physiognomy. He didn't seem to care about Milles, even with his eyes as dark and deep as a black hole.

― So what? What will be your stupid decision? Do we end our feud here and now or do we face it?

― It's for life, Nicolas.

― I know.

Facedown on the wall staring at the high ceiling of the gym, Milles sighed heavy. He tried in every way to fight the tide, but was also responsible for the bite as he listened to his instincts that desired Nicolas.

He was your soul mate.

He was the person meant to be with him.

The person he hated the most.

― All right, I stay. ― He said at last, holding Nicolas's gaze. ― I will be your alpha.

Nodding in agreement, Nicolas averted his gaze downwards before facing the bite again. The alpha had noticed the slight movement of his nose, followed by a disgusting grimace as if he hated the smell he felt.

But nothing would prepare that alpha for the next move of that omega.

Nicolas had been kneeling between his legs extending his hand down the regatta of the black and gold uniform freeing his shoulder. Having his face millimeters away from his skin, the dark eyes ran against his, staring at him for a moment.

Without saying anything, Nicolas's sharp teeth were at the exact location of the bite where they sank for the second time. The pain Milles had felt was not comparable to the first time, but the feeling was minimally funny. His muscles around him stiffened, tingled and felt his head become light.

The alpha's arms ran into the omega's waist clinging to his uniform, using force to seat him between his legs. A heat arose from the point of the bite spreading to the entire body of Milles, pulsing the blood distributing the connection to all its organs.

― Let's get rid of that disgusting smell, my alpha.

Nicolas's voice would surely be the second low blow Milles received. He was still stunned by the re-establishment of the connection, feeling all his skin shiver with the captain's low voice.

The moment he felt Nicolas' tongue wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, Milles knew that his decision to remain with omega would cost him his sanity. Now that he admitted it was good to be with him, he knew he would need to learn to resist Nicolas...

Or just live to taste it.

When the mouths finally met, their tongues curled boldly. Aggressive and daring as Nicolas was, he played with himself dangerously. Completely different from the kiss he had experienced hours before with someone else.

Yes, of course the girl was beautiful and knew how to kiss well. Milles would certainly be excited about the girl if it was another time. But the moment their mouths touched, the alpha already repudiated that girl in pure indignation.

He wanted to kiss your omega.

Now that he did, he could have peace of mind. There was no instinct screaming at him, sending him to look for a certain person since he was there in his arms.

The same person who now curled his fine fingers in his hair pulling them violently. Or they scratched the back of his neck with short nails, causing a certain burning. That sucked his tongue making the sound of his lips echo only for them like a beautiful symphony.

The smell of Nicolas stood out.

Ah... how nice to smell him.

Milles took a deep breath almost rolling his eyes in pure delight.

It didn't take much for his consciousness to be dominated by his alpha instinct. Milles' large, warm hands drove the regatta away from Nicolas's uniform, coming into contact with his skin hearing him moan muffled against his mouth.

He had felt the noisy texture of the stickers on his fingertips, and one by one Milles removed it.

Nicolas's moans at getting rid of the stickers were swallowed by Milles. Along with the gasp that had escaped from his lips when his legs were held and tightened, he sat on the alpha's lap.

It was a touch that Milles had felt only once, and had since come to desire for more. Or were their instincts they desired? At the time of the championship, it didn't matter. It was a fact that Nicolas's body seemed to fit his.

Walking away to recover the air lost amid the kiss, Milles had the most tempting vision of his entire life. The vision that would surely haunt him in his dreams, forcing him to relieve himself in his own hand.

Eyes closed and seasick. Lips thin, reddish, swollen and wet by saliva. The rosy cheeks and warm breath signaling that the omega had also given itself to a simple kiss.

Vision of millions.

Milles had wasted no time in kissing Nicolas again, even more heartfelt. More thirsty. More desirous. Especially when the omega released more and more of its own smell to seduce him. Milles' lips went to Nicolas's neck where he had laid dozens of wet saddles, taking care not to mark him.

His still curious hands delighted in the covered curves of the captain, feeling in the palm of his hand the heart beating uncompressed. Brushing his thumb against the already stiffened nipple, Milles had contemplated the moan escaping from Nicolas's lips, which he had immediately covered with his hand.

A sly and sneaky smile appeared on the alpha's face, discovering a new prank. He brushed his thumb several times at that measly point, paying attention to the fact that the omega is increasingly given to his touches. Just like he were in your room when he got sick.

That was his true omega, his instincts were screaming.

Rising from the lap of Milles, getting on his knees, Nicolas held the face of the alpha resuming the kiss. Calmer and completely delicious. The alpha snaked its fingers through the omega's right thigh, caressing its warm skin feeling it shiver under its digits.

When Nicolas pulled his face away, having only a thread of saliva connecting his mouths, the alpha had to restrain his instincts once again.

― There's no turning back now, Mckenzie.