Chapter Two

"What if you get pregnant?!!!"

I never really considered that possibility. "I'm doomed," I mumbled. Then after that, the two of us panicked like the world is going to be over for both of us.

She then dragged me to Dr. Crane. I can't remember a lot but I heard her complain about my smell and it was hard for her to breathe in the same room as me. When I woke up, a beta intern looked after me and explained what happened. Turns out, bathing wasn't enough to rub off that fucker's scent on me. The silver lining was the IV drip was already attached to me and I couldn't remember when they used needles on me.

Thankfully, Lorie got Dr. Crane to speak to the HR over the telephone that I still have to stay in the hospital. Saved me a lot of trouble for proving that my absence was inevitably excusable and valid.

When the pheromones gradually dissipated, Dr. Crane did a thorough check-up on me. I fainted when they took a sample of my blood and got an immediate nap and trauma, but other than that, the procedure was fairly human.

When I felt somewhat better after getting admitted by Nurse Lorie to the hospital for three days, The alpha doctors finally did not show any exaggerated reactions when put in the same room as me. Dr. Crane also sat down and talked to me about my condition. It was in a very sterile and cold room. She was wearing a mask which I find very offensive. I don't carry microbes with me and I don't smell any hint of that fucker's pheromone anymore, right? But I understand that she's just being cautious. I read in a study that masks can filter about 75% of omega pheromones and 50% of alpha pheromones. But still, a part of me thinks she's just doing it because she finds me disgusting.

My trust issues are showing, I know.

But when she started speaking, I noticed that her voice was quite husky. She has a cold. I felt bad about doubting her and assuming things when she's just being responsible.

"Mr. Russien Rene, here's a copy of your lab report." She started and gave me a piece of paper with CBC test results. "You have low blood pressure. low blood sugar and low oxygen in your blood, others are barely in the normal range. As for the number of hormones and pheromones found in your blood, they're abnormally high but explainable by the bite mark on your nape. I'll prescribe supplements for iron deficiency and please when you go into heat, make sure you eat and drink. Don't forget that. You have a record here that says you haven't had your heat cycles for twelve years... oh thirteen years now, clearly, there's an anomaly in your body, why did you not seek medical help for that?"

She talked in a monotonous manner which makes me feel like I wasn't talking to a human being but I was still uncomfortable. "Why did I not seek medical help? Why? Do you guys have anything to offer for my case?"

Her eyes looked away. "Well, I guess, for now, nothing." Then she opened a drawer and rummage through it, then to another cabinet, and she even stood to search for something. After a few minutes, she searched the bin and finally found a business card. She sat down as if nothing happened and gave the card to me as if I didn't see how she took it from the bin.

"I recommend you to see that quack. I mean, well... doctor?" She said after coughing and it wasn't convincing at all. "Dr. Mendez, he Uhm... he's a self-proclaimed expert for pheromone disorders." She added and tells me that she has a beef with this doctor. "He owns that rundown clinic downtown. The place is shady and unhygienic. A lot of omega prostitutes go there, but don't worry-"

"Omega prostitutes? It's unhygienic because a lot of omega prostitutes go there? What's dirty about it? The establishment? The presence of omega? Their job? Or all in one? Why are you recommending such a place to me? Do you think I belong there? And what do you think is their business there? It would take one or two weeks before I could confirm if I'm really pregnant or not, why are you recommending me to go there?"

She still couldn't look at me directly. "Well, I guess, you could infer what other service that quack provides. Don't be offended. I am not telling you this so that you will know where to get the safest illegal abortion. Dr. Mendez published case studies about omega pheromone disorders including pheromone hypersecretion and he's currently studying disorders that omega suffers from marking by absent partners. I don't think he's decent but at the very least, he knows more than any of us here." She paused and she looked really scared of me. "I heard, your situation from Lorie, I also don't want to recommend that quack to you if you have better choices available at the moment."

She looked so diligent about her job and I sense how she has the same outlook as most conservative alphas have about omegas and sex workers. To think that she's quite better than her kind when it comes to empathy, just shows how low the standard is for alphas to be considered a good person. My god...

Lorie sent me home after. She talked a lot about Dr. Crane throughout the way. She admires her, I thought...

As soon as I got home I put the plastic bag on the table and saw that home pregnancy test among the pile of pills for anemia and food supplements for my body. I sat on the couch holding onto it. I touched my belly and wondered if I wasn't alone in this gloomy apartment.

While I was dazed and lost in thought, I heard the telephone ring and I snapped out of it. I answered the call and heard Jacob Walter over. He was the only one who genuinely took interest in the story I am covering. He's an Alpha too but he acts cute and behaves like classic and prim rich omega but wild and vulgar in front of me. When we started working together, they called us upside down duo because they think I'm an omega trying hard to be alpha while he was an alpha disillusioned to be an omega.

"Hey Rene, are you fine now?" He asked.

"Hmm, yeah. I just got out of the hospital. I'll be back to work tomorrow." I answered.

He made a sighing sound. "Thank goodness. You won't believe it, I've been depressed this whole week. They turn down my article again. They won't print it even though I gave them the evidence. I just don't know if I'm really working in a press or just some entertainment tabloid for dumb alpha readers."

Hearing him talk about the article stunned me for a while. I realized, I did not think of it for the whole week when it's all that has been keeping me up at night.

He continued. "By the way, they want us to stop going further on this topic and ordered us to work on illegal abortion clinics instead. I guess, they want us to paint omegas like stereotypical bitches again for choosing to get an abortion and just forget the fact about the rampant sexual abuse committed by alphas."

I was stunned again. The card in my pocket has become heavier. "Walter, I..."

"Hmm?"

I swallowed what I was about to say and figured that I should tell him personally tomorrow. "Uhm, I guess, ah... We can continue working on the case about the missing omega kids and work on the abortion case at the same time. We don't have that much material on the former anyway. Let's just take it, we have no choice."

"But, I hate their intent, Rene."

"Yeah, me too but we can write it better."

"Hmmm... I guess so."

Somehow, I fell asleep at my desk after reading through the materials I have compiled for seven years. My head was lying sideways on the pile of hard papers and books when I opened my eyes only to see the same monster that hunts me. Its' many eyes looked at me as if it was grinning then the pupils looked downwards staring directly at my torso. It began to spread its' branchlike hands to touch it. I felt it creeping to my belly and I couldn't do anything to stop it. My muffled screams were trying to escape my mouth but no one hears me other than this monster who takes delight in the fear it inflicts on me.

I couldn't move, I couldn't leave. I couldn't breathe.

It then stared at me with wide eyes opened. The pupils were constricted to almost one dot and the veins were reddening the sclera and blood slowly poured out of its eyes.

The alarm clock rang and it finally disappeared. I tried to breathe harder and then ran to the bathroom. I drank pills to ease my anxiety and took a lot of time to calm my nerves. I have been seeing that monster for so long since I was fourteen. But it was the first time that it bled. I looked at my belly and it looked normal even though it felt as if it got scratched earlier.

"Bloody hell," I swore quite literally.

I was able to survive for so long despite having anxiety disorder... But I swear this could really be the death of me! I swear, if I'm not going to die soon, it's proof I am somewhat destined to be miserable my whole life!