Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Michael shifted restlessly in the backseat of his helicopter, trying not to grind against the seat.
Fuck, this really was horrible.
How was he supposed to pretend to be an alpha when he couldn’t even sit still because of his new biology?
***
His mother was the first real test.
Michael was half certain she would see right through him and call him a fraud, but she barely commented on it, only murmuring, “A new aftershave, dear?”
So his scent really wasn’t all that different from what it used to be. The implant was working. It was a relief. Michael chose to ignore the flicker of disappointment that she’d brushed off the shift in his scent by chalking it up to a new aftershave.
Speaking of an aftershave... He didn’t use it anymore. Over the next few days, Michael discovered that he no longer even needed to shave.
It unsettled him more than he’d expected. It was the biggest visible difference. Other than the smoothness of his skin, there were no other noticeable changes, his jaw as firm, and his body as fit and muscular as it used to be. The main change was under his clothes, between his legs. To his relief, his cock was still the same size, big and heavy, nothing like omegas’ cocks. But his knot didn’t form anymore when he came. In fact, the first time he jerked off in his new body, Michael found himself completely uninterested in his cock, most of the sensation and pleasure focused on his leaking, achy hole. He was different on the inside now. Like all male omegas, he had just one external opening, but there was another channel within him—a deeper, more sensitive one. An omega cunt. Being fucked felt even better now, and Michael found himself riding his dildo several times a day, completely addicted to the way it felt. Even when he wasn’t riding his dildo, he couldn’t seem to stop stimulating his hole, stroking it idly or grinding it against the seat while he worked. It was so damn embarrassing—Hugh hadn’t warned him that he would feel like a horny teenager again—but he couldn’t seem to stop. It just felt so good.
Michael almost wished he hated his omega body, but he didn’t. After the first few days, he felt surprisingly fine. He still felt like himself—just more sensitive. His body was more sensitive overall, especially his neck and his nipples. The first time Michael had accidentally brushed his hand against his nipples, he’d nearly moaned aloud. His nipples were bigger now, the perfect size for an alpha to suck on... An image flashed in his mind: Anthony’s dark head on his chest, sucking lewdly on his nipples until milk dribbled into his mouth. Michael couldn’t stop blushing for hours afterward.
How are you? Anthony texted him the next day. I’m worried for you.
Michael stared at the message for almost an hour, unsure what to do with it. Then he put his vibrator on the highest setting and let it fuck his cunt while he imagined Anthony holding him and saying into his ear, I’m worried for you, I’ll take care of you.
Gods, it was pathetic.
He was pathetic.
Chapter 23
Four days later, Michael started leaving the house.
After testing the implant on his mother and the staff, he felt reasonably confident that no one would suspect anything.
And no one had.
People didn’t notice that he didn’t have even a hint of stubble anymore. They only saw what they expected to see: a tall, powerful alpha who smelled like an alpha.
Michael should have been pleased. He knew he should have been. As far as his social standing was concerned, nothing had changed.
And yet.
Something in him died a little every time he bowed over an omega’s hand and adopted manners appropriate for an alpha. No matter what Hugh had said, it didn’t feel natural. He didn’t feel like it was the way things were supposed to be just because he had been born an alpha. He felt wrong every time he had to force himself to act like an alpha. He felt like a fraud. Lesser.
And then Anthony walked into the room.
His jaw clenching, Michael tried to look engaged while Lord Crane rambled about his proposed legislation. Although he didn’t look Anthony’s way, he could feel him approach with his skin.
“Lord Crane,” Anthony said with a dry nod. “Michael.” His hand fell on Michael’s shoulder, squeezing slightly. There was nothing unusual or indecent about the touch. It was perfectly normal between friendly alphas.
But a whine was building in Michael’s throat, his gaze becoming unfocused as he tried not to breathe in Anthony’s delicious scent. Fuck, how much worse would it have been if he hadn’t had the scent-blocking implant? His hole was aching already, slick running down his inner thighs. He needed to leave before anyone smelled it.
Muttering some excuse, Michael strode away, barely seeing where he was going. Finding an empty room at the back of the house, he sat on the couch heavily, trying to calm down.