Chapter 1
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~APRIL~
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THE club seem like heaven to you the moment you step into the dimness of it. Loud, heavy bass hits you from all the corners with each step you take.
And the air? It was heavy with the scent of pheromones—musky, sweet, sour, all mixing into the artificial fragrance that was added to drown it out.
Nothing could beat it. At least, not totally. But this haze of sweet smelling smoke used here tried greatly.
You are aware of your soft redolence currently bleeding out of your own scent glands in small, uncontrollable leaks.
Not your fault.
You sashay towards the bar counter and take a seat beside another lady who was slumped awkwardly over her very expensive jeweled purse.
It was one of the latest accessories amongst women and only the lavishly rich owned such extravagance.
On any other normal day, you would have focused on the woman and pried into her to find out her identity.
You would have whipped out your phone and secretly taken a photo of her as discreetly as possible.
You would have taken your s pen pro to the screen of your Samsung galaxy fold Z 3 and quickly begin to map out a very juicy story because you are April Pegasus, the best gossip tabloid writer—add onto that an Omega who knows how to sniff out a scandal better than any dog currently on the planet.
But, not today.
Definitely not today.
Today was a bad day.
Maybe it was not to the hundreds of people on the dance floor moving their bodies to the rhythm, their uncontrolled pheromones mixing with the smell of sex and lust in a heady intoxicating smell that could make anyone giddy, some holding hands and gazes, looking into their partner's deceiving eyes and busy falling head over heels in love.
But, it was, to you at least, because you had earlier on just walked in on your fiancée with another woman.
Though, you has smelt it—her musky and almost suffocating aroused Alpha pheromone hanging thickly in the air, tangled with the sweet and unfamiliar scent of a stranger in heat—before you saw it, her heavy mass of golden curls buried deep in between another's thighs, dutifully eating her vajayjay and lapping up her pussy juices like it was the newest and best flavour of ice cream in town.
Your eyes had grown wide, your hand bag falling to the floor fast. A gasp had left your lips, palms trembling.
The head that had bore the golden curls had lifted at the sound of your high pitched voice.
And you had been utterly disgusted by the pussy juices plastered all over her pretty heart shaped face.
You had screamed at the sight, the gesture not bothering you.
You have always been overly dramatic about anything.
“What the fuck is going on here?” You had asked her in a breathless voice.
The cheating bitch had opened her mouth to speak and shut it without saying a single thing, shame cocooning every inch of her stupid face.
Your heart was pounding hard in your chest, against your rib cage—it nearly burst out, loud as a megaphone.
Her guilt was sharp and tangy in her scent, mixing with and ruining that familiar Alpha scent she had that always made your knees weak whenever she decided to use it on you, during foreplay.
Not now.
At this time, all you wanted to do was to smack her down and out face so hard she would see only stars for weeks.
To think that you were here because your heat had come a day early and you needed an Alpha, your alpha, her, to accompany you and also aid you in finding the needed kind of relief.
You should never have come.
But it was good you came.
Who knew how long this charade she had been playing had been going on for? And you would have married her without even knowing that all of these had been happening behind your back.
Perpetual played you for a fool.
Her pheromones wrapped around you, warm and familiar, soothing even. And you body instantly reacted to it.
You hated it.
"You look a mess Perpetual," you had said to her, desperately fighting down the soft whine rising fast in your throat and even the submissive urge which threatened to overmaster you. "And I definitely hope that you shall remain a mess."
Her mouth opened.
This time, she spoke.
"April...I-"
You do not bother to wait to hear a thing from her, turning away because you expected nothing from her.
Your heart was constricting inside of your chest and you clenched your fist hard in order to bear the pain.
"A- April-" she called after you, her voice breaking in panic.
Perpetual was a stammerer and the condition worsened whenever she was caught off guard, like at that moment.
She had run after you, naked except for the little red thong on her.
It was your favorite.
No, scrap that.
It had been your favorite.
But now...
Both of you were officially done the moment you found her head in another omega's fucking pussy.
Devil be damned, but it should have been your fucking pussy!
It should have been her tongue on your vayjayjay, sucking up every single liquid that you graced her tongue with!
Damn it!
A palm to your elbow had not made you halt. The touch only irritated you. That alongside the pheromones she released, trying to force you to comply to her.
You fought hard and kept on walking, trying to shake the fingers away.
They disgusted you.
But, Perpetual had always been strong, the dominant in your relationship. Not by choice, by default—biology.
An alpha, she was.
Some stupid cheating one at that.
She finally brought you to a stop by the slight strength she exacted at her desperate moment, the moment you got to the door of her three bedroom apartment, prepared to leave.
"What Perpetual, what?!" you had found yourself yelling at her the moment you turned to meet her large guilty eyes.
She had tried to speak but stuttered incoherently like the stupid stammerer that she was.
And it didn't help that her pheromones were everywhere—spilling, suppressing, almost forcing you to your knees.
The chaotic mess was mixed with her guilt and her leftover lust, one that nearly made you throw up all over her face.
Mayhap you should have.
It would have served her right.
But you didn't.
Yet, something devilish was also softly whispering inside of your head.
It was tempting you to slap her hard into the nearest wall, though you knew it was just a fantasy, unless she let you.
Damn the stupid dynamic!
Shibal!
But, you held it back, breathing softly to control your fury.
"A-April," she had finally managed to get out of her mouth that still glistened with that omega's cloying pussy juice.
Oh, you really wanted to throw up!
"It- it was a- a mis- mis-"
Your eyes rolled in your sockets as you let out an deep, exasperated sigh.
"Oh cut that shit out, Perpetual!" you interrupt her at that moment, quite fed up and very frustrated by her. The broken words grated on your nerves.
She closed her trap.
“And control your stupid pheromones too!” You screamed in her face. And her broad shoulders instantly dropped.
“So– so– Soooory,” she managed to nlurt out as she retracted her scent. You let out a sigh of relief, your body now yours, no longer hers, under that pheromone.
You cleared your throat and swallowed softly before you spoke another word.
"What in holy crap were you thinking, Perpetual, when you brought a stranger into your home, took her to your bed, took off her clothes, spread her legs wide and buried your stupid mass of head into her core?!" you demand, screaming.
She flinched at your voice.
"What?! Tell me what you fool?!" you yell with all the pain that your wronged heart is feeling at the moment.
The tears were now stinging at the both corners of your eyes, but you dare not let any of it fall down your cheeks.
You wouldn't do that.
Perpetual didn't deserve any kind of emotion from you.
She didn't even the deserve the salty waste from your eyes.
She was garbage now.
"A-April, it's...Oh God!"
Bile rose in your throat.
"Do not call on God now! He has nothing to do with this you pagan!" you point out with a tear escaping your eyes.
You wiped it away from your skin with the back of your left hand using force.
“A– Apr–”
Your heart tightened.
A lump rose in your throat and you swallowed it down, an insult ready to roll off your tongue, in your lips.
But you were interpreted by the sound of something crashing to the floor that caused the both of you to turn your head in that particular direction.
And now you can finally clearly see the thing that Perpetual had chosen over you, your five months of friendship, your lovely four years relationship, your seven weeks of engagement and your impending marriage.
What a joke!
The stupid Omega didn't look a day older than maybe twenty years old, with dark maroon hair and hazel eyes.
And the scent of her heat was horrible when it hit your nostrils. You gagged, but nothing came out of you because you hadn't had anything to eat yet.
Your gaze flickered to hers.
The stench of her heat hung in the air thickly like cheap perfume. And she was almost cheated on the chest with her stomach which was as flat as her face.
If she had been a doll, you were sure no one would actually want her.
What was so good about her that had made ever sensible Perpetual do something wholly insensible?
Biology?—An alpha unable to resist an Omega in heat? A slip of control?
Or she didn't just care at all?
Whichever option she chose, it was going to hurt you. And you were done, with this, with her, with everything.
If no one ever told you the answer to that, you could never know, never be able to find an answer to such a question.
You inhaled and exhaled.
"Why her? Why her Perpetual?" you ask her in a broken voice.
The guilty Perpetual had significantly calmed down for she spoke to you without another stutter.
"It was mistake April, mistake," she said not bothering with the a in the sentence lest it make her stutter all over again.
You roll your eyes at her words, feeling too bitter to say a word.
And your hands goes to your chest to clutch and pat your racing heart.
You take deep breaths, hesitating before you speak. Your own pheromones were starting to leak out now, streaked with something deeply pungent—anger.
Perpetual is silent.
"If she was, then maybe we are too. Everything in your life is a mistake Perpetual," you say.
"I'm sorry April," she said to you again.
You look at her and you sigh, shaking your head in pity.
You would leave her.
She was going to be lonely again with flat face here, as she deserved.
You hoped that whatever Perpetual had chosen for herself was worth it. This Omega had better be worth throwing you away—her mate and fiancèe.
That was because you were never coming back to her.
No more both of you.
No more wedding.
Nothing.
'this is goodbye,” you say. “Let us not extend it. I am incapable of forgiveness Perpetual, and you know that."
You are grateful that she says nothing more to you when you turn away from her, and neither does she try to use her Alpha command in you in that moment, allowing you to simply walk away.
Without a word, you yanked the door of her apartment open with force.
Then, you walk out of the apartment and slam the door as hard as you can with trembling fingers, hard enough for it to be dislocated from the hinges.
You didn't turn to look though.
And then, you head for the nearest club which happened to have been the favourite of both of you.
But, maybe not anymore.
There was no longer both of you, only you—an unmated Omega.
Yes, it was you and you alone.
She had that flat faced thing with her so she was technically not alone.
You had sighed as you had parked your car.
And then you had headed into the club seething with your anger, your scent spiking with your current anger.
You were torn beneath, and yet, still feeling so under the weather.
You wiped the stupid tears that escaped your eyes furiously.
Perpetual didn't deserve it, you or your tears.
But that did not console you because you only felt more empty. And your inner self was crying, torn apart by her unexpected betrayal, still determined to survive.
And survive you will.
You always did.
Voila!
Here you are now, about to order a strong glass of vodka so that you might as well be severely drunk for most of the night.
Alcohol had always helped you to numb any kind of pain, especially when people left you, because they always did.
How sad... and rather pathetic, right?
You hoped the alcohol would be able to conveniently dull your scent receptor and control your leaking pheromones.
You hadn't had time to drop by at a pharmacy on the way and get some suppressant to mask your heat. It wouldn't matter anyway since you were at a club now. Maybe someone might see you and even accompany you.
"Damn it to hell!"
The curse made you to turn towards the voice which belonged to the lady lying there with the jeweled purse.
She had raised her head and was now looking straight at you.
Her eyes were full of dangerous anger that you prayed was not and would never be directed at you.
Her gaze is strong and heavy, growing dark just as her powerful scent suddenly hits you, overwhelming. And for some reason, your body instantly stirs.
The rich scent from her even causes an unexpected rush of heat to rise and pool low in your stomach, filling every single space, and against your will too.
You didn't have to wonder why.
She was an alpha. And she had also most probably smelt your heat which was leaking out of your massively.
"Are you alright?" you ask her with rather unsure eyes, fighting the urge to give in to her utter dominance.
"I wish I were," she says to you in a low, cracked voice th
at perfectly reveals the current state of your tattered heart.
Broken.
Shattered.
And then you get it.
It lies underneath the overwhelming blanket of her presence, detectable by the sourness in her pheromones.
Both of you must have had your heart broken.
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