That evening, Kenny's body betrayed him.
His heat cycle had returned—sudden, violent, and far more painful than before. For years, Kenny had managed it carefully with medication, suppressing the overwhelming urges and fevers that came with being an omega. But this time, his supply had run out. It had been months since he last visited the doctor, and now his body was demanding what it had been denied.
Kenny collapsed to the floor, writhing in agony, his skin burning, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His nails clawed at the wooden floor as if the pain could be scraped away.
Moments later, Kin rushed in. His eyes widened at the sight of his brother curled up, trembling and helpless. Without hesitation, Kin sprinted back to his room, grabbed the last of Kenny's pheromone medicine, and returned. He injected the serum swiftly, then pressed a tablet to Kenny's lips, whispering, "Swallow, brother… just hold on."
But it wasn't enough.
Kenny's scent thickened—filling the room with a heavy, intoxicating sweetness that no medicine could fully suppress.
Hearing Kin's panicked shouts, Zavrion arrived. The moment he stepped inside, his senses were assaulted by Kenny's pheromone, thick and overwhelming. His heart clenched at the sight—Kenny, writhing on the floor, sweating, lips parted, desperate for relief.
Kin turned, helpless, to his son. "I can't handle this anymore… Zavrion, you take over. I'll leave the room."
Kin rushed out, shutting the door behind him.
Zavrion's chest tightened. He moved closer, reaching to hold Kenny, but the omega clung to him instantly, body arching, breath shallow, as if drowning in his own fever.
"Stay with me… don't leave," Kenny begged hoarsely, his voice breaking.
Zavrion wrapped his arms around him, whispering soothingly, "Calm down, Kenny… I'm here." But the closer he held him, the more dangerous it became—because his Enigma pheromone reacted, flooding the room, pulling Kenny even deeper into his cycle.
Kenny pressed against him, trembling, lips brushing his shoulder. Zavrion gritted his teeth, fighting himself, his alpha instincts screaming to claim.
Desperate, he pulled Kenny into the bathroom. Under the cold shower, water cascaded over their burning bodies. Zavrion pinned Kenny lightly against the wall, his breath harsh.
"Kenny," he said firmly, looking into his feverish eyes, "until you admit that I'm your boyfriend… I won't touch you. Not like that. Do you understand? Tomorrow—you're coming with me to the doctor. No excuses."
Kenny's wet lashes trembled. His entire body was weak, yet his arms wound around Zavrion's neck, clinging as though letting go meant death.
"I can't… let you go," Kenny whispered, his voice thick with need.
Zavrion closed his eyes, water dripping from his jaw, his heart raging inside his chest. He held Kenny tighter, every muscle trembling with restraint.
It was torture—for both of them.
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