Chapter 81, Entwining Destinies

It marked the threshold between the end of the night and the birth of a new day for Damián. Adam moved with vigor, pushing forcefully, surrendering with strength and speed, compelling Damián to face him. 

Overwhelmed by sensations, Damián closed his eyes, immersing himself in the experience. Adam seized his omega's mouth, kissing him passionately while maintaining the intense rhythm.

Damián immediately acquiesced, allowing Adam to possess his fiery mouth as if it were entirely his alpha's. Engulfed in a whirlpool of sensations, sometimes overwhelmingly intense and sometimes challenging, Damián felt his heart race, breathing between Adam's lips. His hands gripped Adam's back, unconsciously scratching him. It was a fusion of carnal delirium and deep connection.

Surrendered to the erotic demands of their fantasies, Damián felt intoxicated by Adam's desire and immersed in pleasure. Their bodies trembled and writhed like a fervent and wild dance, culminating in a unique moment of total ecstasy. The blood circulating powerfully and fervently in Adam's veins transformed into semen within Damián.

From the erotic orgasm to exhaustion, Damián and Adam fell asleep...

Damián opened his eyes and blinked several times, trying to assimilate the surroundings. The room, vast and meticulously decorated in shades of gray and white, materialized his other life, his universe, and his newly recovered home. Realization hit him like a distant echo, making him understand that he was back.

The immense bed, undeniably comfortable with its plush pillows and silky sheets, was strategically positioned facing the balcony doors, now shrouded in heavy curtains, preventing the entry of light. In the right corner, a TV room stood out, with visibly cozier sofas.

On the other side of the room, the entrance and two doors awaited exploration. One led to the wall behind the bed, while the other revealed an opposite wall.

The revelation of his familiar surroundings brought a mix of emotions. The familiarity and comfort were undeniable, but there was also a sense of displacement. Like a traveler waking from a dream, Damián found himself facing a dilemma between the reality he knew and his recent experience.

In front of the mirror, Damián stood, incredulous at his old appearance. His skin, now impeccably shaved, reflected a bronzed shade that enhanced his masculine features. Well-defined muscles adorned his physique, denoting powerful strength. His hands, now firm and powerful, evoked a sense of dominance and skill. The transformation left him perplexed, but there was no denying the visual evidence before him. It was as if he had acquired his imposing presence and magnetic strength. Every detail, from the robust skin to the strong hands, contributed to the image of a man marked by virility and determination.

Damián, now again Josh Smith, stood before the mirror, stunned by the metamorphosis that returned him to his original identity. The question pounded in his mind: "How and why had he returned?"

Walking through the room, Josh's mind was filled with flashes of his life as Damian in the transmigrated ABO world. Adam's face, the intense moments they shared, the dance with Adam, the complexities of the Kadman family—everything seemed recent and, at the same time, distant.

He opened the curtains, revealing the familiar world of Washington, D.C., stretching beyond the balcony. It was as if, in the blink of an eye, his previous reality merged with the experiences lived in the other dimension.

Urgency compelled him to search for his phone. Every keystroke, dialing Aster's number, was an attempt to confirm if the friend had also returned. After all, what happened to Adam and the Kadman family? Unanswered questions haunted him as the call rang, echoing the uncertainty now permeating his return.

While Josh was on the phone, a sense of tremor began to echo beneath his feet, as if the very structure of the universe were destabilizing. Suddenly, a powerful mechanical voice, similar to the one he had heard after the accident, resonated in the air, making the room vibrate with its intensity. "System corrupted," echoed the phrase, reverberating in his mind.

Without warning, Damián, as Josh, his true "self," found himself enveloped in a cascade of lights, seeming to be sucked into a tunnel composed of rain and meteors. The experience was so intense that he felt his body disintegrating and recomposing as if traversing unknown dimensions.

When he finally opened his eyes, he was in his room at the Kadman mansion, but something was profoundly different. As he looked at his hands and rushed to find his reflection in the mirror, he realized he was no longer Damián, the omega, but Josh Smith, a muscular body with the strength and presence he represented.

Confusion and perplexity engulfed him, questioning how the system had been corrupted and what that meant for his intertwined existence between worlds.

Damián abruptly woke up, his body rising as if escaping some invisible threat. His eyes opened, but the surrounding reality seemed strange and unfamiliar. A panting breath echoed in the silence, and his disoriented eyes sought reference points.

Adam was there, holding him by the shoulders with tenderness and concern. His gentle tone was a soothing balm, trying to dispel the traces of the nightmare still echoing in Damian's mind. "Calm down, Damián. It was just a nightmare. You're safe."

However, Damián, confused and still stunned by the impact of the dream, looked around, trying to understand where he was and who Adam was. The room, despite being luxurious and familiar, seemed strange. The truth about his identity and the nature of this nightmare persisted, casting shadows over the supposed reality.

Adam continued to whisper gentle words, seeking to anchor Damián in the present. "You're home, with me. Nothing of what you dreamed is real. I'm here, and you're safe."

However, Damian's gaze remained perplexed, as if he were struggling to reconcile the nightmare experience with Adam's comforting presence.

The terror of the dream still haunted him, turning the sense of security into a fleeting illusion. The post-nightmare moment became a crossroads, where the line between imagination and reality blurred, leaving Damian in a state of uncertainty and apprehension.

Adam looked into Damian's eyes, his fingers lightly caressing the omega's skin. "It's okay, my love. It was just a nightmare," he murmured, his expression revealing genuine concern.

Damián, still disoriented, instinctively resisted.

Adam gently squeezed Damian's hand. "We're home, Damián. And you're my omega; it's just your mind playing tricks on you."

Damián, gradually calming down under Adam's reassuring touch, met Adam's eyes and sighed. "Thank you; there is no need for all this commotion, Adam. I feel better now."

Adam smiled, gently kissing Damian's forehead. "I'll always be here to chase away your nightmares, my omega."

Damian, trying to deflect and bring a bit of levity to the moment, winked at Adam. "I'm hungry; I think I've slept for a while. What time is it?" he asked, shifting the focus of the conversation.

Adam laughed, relieved by the change in tone. "You slept almost the entire day, my love. I think you'll need a hearty breakfast now."

Damián, now more relaxed, gave a mischievous smile. "Breakfast? Or do you mean an energetic breakfast?"

He teased, provoking Adam.

While Damián was immersed in his whimsical dream world…

Mason found himself in a hotel room, immersed in silence, contemplating the shadows of his past. The decision to return to his world and face the authorities weighed heavily on his heart.

The room had a somber atmosphere, illuminated only by the dim light of a flickering lamp, revealing the broken-hearted and regretful marks on Mason's face. The time had come to confront the consequences of his actions.

Every step toward redemption felt like a journey through a dark and endless tunnel. Flashes of his crimes, like specters from the past, haunted his mind.

The next day dawned cold, with the promise of snow hanging in the air. Mason, in his hotel room, looked in the mirror, gathering courage for what lay ahead. Today was the day to surrender to the CIA and return to his own world, leaving behind the ghosts of his past.

Dressing carefully, he chose a long black dress adorned with white polka dots, complemented by a wool coat that fell below the knees. His honey-colored hair was tied and hidden under a beanie, and a pair of sunglasses concealed his eyes. A scarf was wrapped around his neck, providing an additional touch of discretion.

The sneakers on his feet ensured mobility, while the complete ensemble composed a meticulous disguise. Mason looked at himself in the mirror, not only to check his appearance but also to reinforce the determination in his eyes.

"A great day to wear this dress," he thought to himself, trying to bring a bit of lightness to the tense moment. The careful choice of his clothes was not just a matter of style but a precaution. He feared being found by Can-Bey Wilson or any member of the Gruber family, each with their own motives for seeking revenge.

The cold atmosphere of the day echoed his decision, creating an atmosphere of melancholy mixed with the promise of imminent changes. Mason felt the cold penetrate his bones as he prepared to face the unknown, knowing that every step he took could be a step toward the redemption of his ruin.

Mason walked through the bustling city streets, his breath forming small clouds in the cold air. With each step, images of historical paintings, gently displayed by the Stonehenge Gallery, echoed in his mind like a coded message. However, there was something peculiar about the representations. They were historical places, but not from the ABO world to which Mason had transmigrated. Scenes from an alternate reality that somehow intertwined with his own existence.

Each painting seemed like a piece of a cosmic puzzle, and he, an unlikely spectator, did not need to decipher its meaning.

In his mind, Damian's photo of the clothes he wore on a date with Adam shows the "Statue of Liberty." And Mason couldn't ignore the conviction that Damian was the CIA agent he appeared to be; the duality between worlds—everything began to intertwine like threads of an inescapable fate.

Walking among the hurried pedestrians, Mason pondered the responsibility now resting on his shoulders. The present and the past converged, forging a path that would lead him back to his world.

In the midst of the bustling city, Mason approached the prestigious Stonehenge Gallery, his senses tingling with anticipation as he observed the crowd of photographers gathering. The air was charged with an electric buzz, a tacit acknowledgment that something extraordinary was about to happen.

When the car carrying Damián and Aster stopped, the shutters of numerous cameras clicked in unison, creating a symphony of captured moments. The omegas emerged, stepping onto the sidewalk with a natural grace that seemed to defy the surrounding chaos. The carefully selected outfits, iconic in their own right, set the stage for a visual spectacle that transcended the ordinary.

Damián emerged as the epitome of refined taste, donning a combination of moss-green velvet pants skillfully clinging to his legs. The greenish tone echoed in his shirt, a mossy hue complementing his pale complexion. 

A knee-length lime-green coat flowed elegantly around him, a striking piece adding a burst of contemporary style. To add a touch of color to the ensemble, a precisely tied lime-green and green leather belt adorned his waist. The final touch of sophistication came in the form of polished black shoes, each step resonating with timeless elegance.

Aster, a vision of royalty, opted for a color palette that blended majesty and subtlety. Royal purple pants served as the base, covered by a translucent white cascade that added a dreamlike quality to his lower half. The upper piece was a luxurious cape, a masterpiece made of Arctic ivory cashmere and wool. The soft texture and gentle tone of the cape transformed Aster into an ethereal figure, moving with a grace that reflected the dance of the Northern Lights.

While the flashes continued to illuminate the show, the omegas navigated through the storm of paparazzi with an air of unwavering balance. The world, now aware of their public personas, collectively held its breath, eager to unravel the story behind the captivating duo that captured the attention not only of famous alphas but of an entire city.

Mason, observing Damián and Aster's impeccable outfits, thought to himself, "Did these two think they took a shopping spree and turned into Julia Roberts in the movie 'Pretty Woman'? Because honestly, they're more eye-catching than Vivian Ward on Rodeo Drive!"

However, as Mason approached the gallery entrance, he realized that the situation would not be as simple as he imagined. An imposing line formed, eager to enter the venue and have the opportunity to acquire a piece from these talented omegas. The robust security system and intense demand created an insurmountable barrier, leaving Mason at a standstill.

On the second day of frustrated attempts, Mason, now more determined and somewhat paranoid about the idea of being pursued, decided to try a different approach. Wearing a fake pregnant belly, he blended into the crowd, hoping to go unnoticed. Paranoia made him think that someone might be watching his every move.

Observing Damián and Aster again, in search of an opening, Mason couldn't help but notice how the media treated them, with their pictures gracing every news channel.

Their iconic clothes and the attention they received were worthy of modern royalty. It was as if they were about to participate in a fashion show for a royal event, complete with handshakes, charity smiles, and all the rest…

Mason was searching for meaning in the ultra-secret mission he had accidentally intercepted.

However, a specific detail caught Mason's attention: the name "Emeline."

As he looked at the photos, he realized that Emeline was present in many of them, always beside Damián and Aster. This made Mason consider the possibility that Emeline could be a crucial link between him and the two omegas who now occupied the spotlight.

At the end of the day, determined to use Emeline as a means to get closer to Damian and Aster, Mason began to follow her.