CHAPTER 108: NOT AN ALPHA ANYMORE ( KILLIAN’S POV )

"What do you mean I’m an omega?"

"That can’t be right!"

"Redo the tests!"

"I’m sorry, sir, but we redid them five times. We are sure. You are a hybrid— both an alpha and an omega."

The words kept ringing in my head, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

Everything was about to fall apart.

I could already see it. One thing after another, gone. Until I had nothing. Nothing but the streets again. And this time?

I would be alone.

My job will be the first to go.

I know it.

The board doesn’t care about me.

They don’t care that I built everything from the ground up.

They only care about power.

And now I’m an omega. No one will follow me.

They’ll take my title, take my office, take everything I worked for. They’ll make it look clean, like I stepped down on my own, but I know what it really is. They’ll spit me out like trash.

In a society that only accepts alphas as a figure of power, I’ve become useless.

Trash to dispose of.

Then the news will spread.

Everyone will know.

Every deal I made, every partner I fought for—they’ll all cut me off. They’ll laugh at me. Everything I ever did will mean nothing.

And then my aunt will come.

She’s been waiting for this.

Waiting for me to fall so she can rip the rest out of my hands.

She’ll take the house. The cars. Every cent in the bank. She’ll say it’s the law, say I don’t deserve any of it. And no one will fight her.

No one ever does.

Because the society I lived in until now was nothing but a mere reflection of Lucrezia Akna’s principles.

She would be the one to cut my head first.

When she’s done, I’ll have nothing.

No money. No home. No job.

Nothing to eat.

I’ll be back where I started. Back in the slums, digging through garbage just to stay alive. Cold nights, empty stomach, rats crawling over my hands while I search for scraps. That’s what’s waiting for me.

All because of this.

Because of what they said.

Because now I’m both.

Alpha and omega.

A freak no one wants.

My life is over.

I can feel it already.

But it’s ok. I can hide this.

"How many of the staff know about this?"

"Sir?"

"I asked how many!"

"Around ten people."

"Ok, this is how it’s gonna go. I will pay each of you a compensation of five— no, ten thousand dollars for an NDA and you will speak with nobody about me."

"Sir, we can’t share regardless since it’s medical confidentiality—"

"Ten thousand a month. For the rest of your life. Or I could use that money on a hit man. Your choice."

"That is a threat."

"No, that was a proposal and a display of the consequences of your refusal."

"What about him?"

The nurse pointed at Damian like that would make any of this better.

Like dragging him into this mess could change what I just said.

He sat there, stunned, frozen like a statue, his mouth open but no words coming out.

His eyes were wide, wet, like he was still trying to understand what was happening.

I scoffed.

The sound tore out of me before I could stop it. A sharp laugh with no humor, just anger and disbelief. My head shook hard, slow at first, then faster like I needed to shake the whole room out of my sight.

Damian.

The reason I walked into this hell in the first place.

And now he just sat there, small and silent, like some broken thing waiting for me to save him.

I couldn’t even look at him without my jaw locking so hard it hurt.

My stomach turned every time my eyes moved his way. He should’ve spoken. He should’ve denied it. He should’ve done something.

But he didn’t. He just sat there, like he wanted me to carry it all.

And I hated him for that.

Nonetheless, I had all the control in my hands. So I needed to act fast and do damage control.

"This is how it’s gonna go. You will change the paternity result to positive. I will father that b-stard child in exchange for his silence. And you will be paid for yours."

"Killian."

"We will talk at home."

The nurses exchanged quick glances, something cold and sharp passing between them. Then they nodded, like they had settled something without words.

Approving.

Judging.

I felt their eyes on me like a weight, heavy and tight against my skin.

But they walked out of the room assured for life and I walked out with my perfect life in crumbles.

They didn’t say anything else.

Next thing I knew, we were walking down the hall.

My hand gripped Damian’s arm too hard, dragging him along because he couldn’t seem to move fast enough on his own.

His steps were slow, uneven, like he wasn’t even in his body anymore. He didn’t speak. He didn’t fight. He just let me pull him through the stares, through the whispers, past the phones still pointed our way.

The cold air outside hit like a slap.

I shoved him into the car, slammed the door, and got in without a word.

The ride back was dead silent.

My jaw locked the whole way, teeth grinding, hands gripping the wheel until my knuckles turned white.

I was so close. So close to having Luther.

So close to having everything I’ve ever wished for.

But the deed was done and there was no turning back now.

When we reached my apartment, I didn’t look at Damian. I just told him to get inside.

"Killian..."

"You knew I didn’t love you. You knew who I really loved. And yet, I sacrificed my life’s work to save you from Emiliano. And three days ago, I left Luther in the hotel room alone to save you again."

Damian sat on the edge of the couch, shoulders curled in, hands gripping his knees so tight his knuckles were white.

His chest heaved like he couldn’t get enough air.

Then it broke.

A sharp sound tore out of him, rough and broken, and he bent forward, burying his face in his hands.

His body shook hard, jerking with every sob. Wet streaks ran down his wrists, dripping onto his jeans, darkening the fabric. He tried to muffle it, biting down on his palm, but the sound still filled the room—raw, desperate, like something was ripping out of him piece by piece.

I was numb to it.

Any sign of care or affection for him was gone.

Buried under resentments and hate.

"You wanted to baby trap me. I promised you two years. I would have acted like I loved you for two years. But that wasn’t enough for you..."

"Killian, the results are wrong! This is your child!"

"Stop lying!"

"You marked me!"

Damian’s sobs slowed, turning jagged, like he was dragging them out on purpose.

Then he moved.

His hands dropped from his face, shaking, and he twisted in his seat to look at me. His eyes were red and swollen, filled with tears, but there was something else in them—something sharp, accusing.

Without a word, he yanked his collar down and shoved his head forward, forcing me to look.

The mark. My bite.

Deep, raw, still throbbing against his skin.

He held it there, his shoulders trembling, his breath hitching hard, like he wanted to tear me open with the sight alone.

Every vein in my body felt tight. My fists curled until my nails cut into my palms. I couldn’t look away.

"That means nothing!"

"How could it not? An omega can’t get pregnant unless he’s marked!"

"Then how come the child is not mine? Even if it was, you took advantage of me! I didn’t want you!"

"Yes, you did!"

"I did not! I am in love with Luther!"

"Then why did you breed me?"

I dragged both hands up to my temples, pressing hard like I could crush the pounding in my skull. My jaw clenched until it hurt, breath dragging out slow, sharp, almost hissing through my teeth.

The room felt too small, every breath too heavy. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe.

"You said you would father the child..."

"I will. You will stay silent and good. Not a word to anyone about what happened."

"I wouldn’t have said anything regardless! I love you, Killian! I would never hurt you like that!"

"Don’t make me laugh. How am I supposed to trust you? After all you did..."

Damian lunged forward, arms locking around me with crushing force.

His body hit mine hard enough to knock the breath from my chest. He clung like he was drowning, face buried against my neck, his sobs tearing through the silence.

His fingers clawed into my back, gripping so tight it hurt, as if letting go would kill him.

I didn’t move.

My hands hovered in the air, fists trembling, every muscle pulled tight like a wire ready to snap.

His scent wrapped around me, thick and heavy, dragging heat into my blood.

Overly sweet. Cotton Candy and Marshmello.

Dreadful. Nausios. Childish.

My jaw locked, teeth grinding, as my pulse slammed faster, harder, almost painfully.

His tears slid hot against my skin, soaking into my shirt, spreading cold when the air hit them. My breathing turned sharp, chest rising too fast.

I still didn’t touch him. Couldn’t.

He did too much for me to forgive.

Sure, I’ve never loved him. But he was my only friend since I got adopted— Lucrezia’s spy, Damian.

"What now?"

"We will act like a perfect couple publicly. I’ll make sure you and the baby are protected. That you will live comfortably for the rest of your lives."

"Do you think you can love this child?"

"Yes. You can adopt a dog and call it your own, let alone a child. But I will never love you!"

"Are you gonna— what will happen with Luther?"

"I don’t know..."