Chapter １１

After Chris finishes helping Jeremy and the smell of Omega pheromone disappears, everything is back to normal. This is an unusually chaotic alpha event. I want to know what happened. Many people understand that Chris is not an Alpha, but an Omega, because they firmly believe that no matter what, people like Jeremy are definitely not Omega.

Stubborn, skilled, clever, and even cunning, strong. Looks like an alpha!

If Chris doesn't want to make excuses, he knows what he is, and so do the guards around him. Of course, the medical evidence shows that he is alpha, so it is impossible to think Omega. And their false excuses didn't help either, because in the end, he had to go back to Sant, just from the infirmary. Then the watchmen ran to him to arrest him, lest he flee without opening his mouth.

I don't appreciate your help, because Omega's pheromone is not enough to accuse him of being ungrateful during his escape!

Repeated, and later it was known that he was injected with anti-pheromone. This is to prevent force majeure, as happened this time.

I'm afraid he'll go crazy and leave. . . But it doesn't matter, so he has returned to his single cell in Pearl Prison. Go back to everyday life.

Get up early. . .

Eat. . .

Perform prison tasks. . .

Lunch. . .

A relaxing break. . .

Dinner time. . .

Back to the cell. . .

He repeated it over and over again until he stopped counting how many months and years he had been doing it.

But today is a little different. Chris has heard the watchmen's cries since morning.

"Mr. Fox, someone wants to see you."

The man who was busy in push-ups turned and looked at the guard. Suddenly, his slender and beautiful eyebrows stood up and asked.

"Wait in the visiting room."

No one knows, no one knows the truth. He will refuse. If at last he would stand up and follow the guard away, wondering who came to visit. Because no one has visited him since he was trapped here. What's going on here? He is not the alpha of the city, because he has been accused of treason many times, and his family has died, some of his family has been killed and some have been scattered in different directions. If anyone visits, they won't be arrested. This is impossible.

A tall man, handcuffed, was taken to a visiting room in the prison building by the guards, who then let him in and said he had only half an hour to speak. Surprisingly, this visit seems to be more special than usual. As far as our prisoner friend knows, he had to speak through a telephone-like machine, and he had to speak in a glass room. I repeat, there are still fifteen minutes left.

So the person who asked to visit him must be a big shot. . .

The guard took Chris to the chair in the middle of the room, and waited a moment when the door opened again, and someone came, his black eyes fixed on the body of the newcomer. First of all, I was surprised to see each other's clear face again.

That Omega. . .

After thinking about it, but not talking, let the other party come in and sit in the opposite chair, and the table is blocked. Today Jeremy was wearing a casual dress, which didn't look like the sportswear she had seen before, and her face was more unusual than before.

He looks tired. . .

Looks nervous. . .

There seems to be a lot to do.

From what happened that day, Jeremy left the academy, but instead of going home, he stayed in the hotel to think about things. He abruptly left the institution not because Chris warned him it was bad to stay there, but because he could not accept what happened at the time.

Facts. . . Jeremy thinks he may be Omega.

It was just an accidental thought, because Chris was branded like this, and when he was injected with pheromone inhibitors, and then he returned to normal, one couldn't help thinking that he might be what Chris said. But Jeremy is still convinced that he is Alpha, although he admits that he is shaken deep down.

Who can rest assured that such a thing has happened? Must be a distraction. He has never had such symptoms since he was born, especially when he smells sweet, he will be afraid. If it is caused by natural aphrodisiac or physical stimulation, then it will do. But if you smell someone else's smell, then it will happen. It could be a symptom of Alpha, and when you smell the pheromone of Omega, it has nothing to do with him.

Maybe Chris is Omega. . .

Not himself. Omega. . .

But even if that were the case, I had to make sure he stayed in a dilapidated hotel and didn't come back for a week, which drove him crazy. Finally, he appeared here. Thanks to his large family, he had the opportunity to speak to the safest inmates in prison.

Chris moved and relaxed, waiting for the other person to speak, but Jeremy didn't say anything, just sat there and stared at him with those terrible eyes. He must have been asked by the young man.

"What is your name?"

"Jeremy."

"What's the last name?"

"Mercy... Jeremy Mercy," he said, introducing himself for a brief conversation.

It was really easy when Chris opened his eyes a little wider and realized where he heard the name from.

"What happened to one of Pearl's parents and Jerome... son,"

Saying his father's name means you know how powerful the Morsi family is.

Why don't you know? The one who ruined his house!

Plan Chris is not surprised why the people who visit him are more privileged than others, and when he realizes that it is Jeremy and not him who has business to talk about, he asks nothing. But now the other person sat there, staring at him with stern eyes.

After staring at it for a while, there was no sound, only the clock on the wall ticked. Chris looked at it and saw that it had been almost ten minutes. He said it again.

"What do you want to ask?" Ask some gestures, and you will know what Jeremy wants to know.

Jeremy, who was sitting there, crossed his arms, straightened himself a little, and asked in an arrogant tone, "Are you really Alpha?"

When suddenly asked, his black eyes suddenly stared at others. "That question... are you asking me or yourself?"

Of course, I have to ask Chris. Crucified, Jeremy, still worried about his physical maladjustment, showed an arrogant expression and put his hand on the table in a terrible low voice.

"Don't say hello to me."

Chris breathed a slight sigh of relief without any expression.

"Are all the elites here so rude? You seem to lack a good education."

Jeremy's beautiful eyebrows and head are wrinkled together. He used to stir other people's emotions. I didn't expect someone to stir him one day, and I didn't expect a man who kept still to beat him back, but anyway. Instead of looking for someone he had just met once, he came to ask him a question.

"You proved to be an alpha."

"Can't the Alpha family prove it?" Chris asked, "Just like you."

Jeremy's face.

"I am an alpha!" This time, even if you look calm, you can feel how terrible the people in front of you are.

Chris squinted at him, not wanting to mess with his face, but he was a little annoyed that Jeremy kept asking him Omega questions.

He's not. He has been medically examined. Alpha's blood has become thicker. I don't know if it can become thicker again. The alpha badge tattoo appeared on the right shoulder blade as early as two years ago. If you're not sure what your gender is, you'll see the person in front of you before you take your lips out.

"You were born in the Alpha family, but that doesn't mean you're Alpha. Isn't Omega used here to give birth to your children like elsewhere? You may be an Omega-born child, not an Alpha-born child."

"Sir!"

Hearing this, Jeremy's endurance broke. He sprang up quickly and seized each other by the collar, and if the guards did not come forward to dissuade him, his face would become very beautiful.

Jeremy freed himself from his grip and tried to stay calm, while Chris just grabbed the collar and sat there as before.

"I ask again, are you sure it's Alpha?"

"I'm sure." This time, he didn't look back and answered directly.

This answer gave Jeremy palpitations. He didn't think, if Chris was convinced that he was Alpha, who would Omega make him react so strongly? When the beautiful master asked about the evening, his heart would tremble even more.

"Are you sure you're an alpha?"

This is the answer Jeremy is afraid to say.

... He's not sure.

From childhood to twenty years old, he never responded to the Omega pheromone, no matter how strong it was, until he got Chris's last week. My sleep instinct was awakened, and Jeremy had a headache and thought for a week.

"Hey, are you sure?" When the other party didn't answer, he repeated it.

Jeremy glanced at his face, his thick lips clasped together, and unconsciously showed an unconfident look, which made Chris smile faintly.

It was a good look, but Jeremy didn't like it.

"If you're not sure, you should ask your family, or check it out, instead of asking me," he said, staring at each other. "Visiting time is coming, let's go back." Then, he teased, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking.