Page 54 of Undone
“And the other option?”
“We could put a scent-blocking implant under your skin. It wouldn’t change your hormones—just suppress your scent and dull your own senses, effectively making you smell like a beta.” Hugh seemed to hesitate. “I could also discreetly find an alpha implant for you so that you smell like an alpha. It’s illegal to falsify your designation, of course, but I think in this case, it’s justified. You are an alpha who was forced to become something you didn’t want to be. You should be treated like your true self.”
Michael wondered if he was supposed to feel relieved and grateful for this solution. He knew Hugh meant well.
But it only made him more uncomfortable. As if he werelessernow than he’d been.
He couldn’t help but notice that Hugh hadn’t even considered the option of not hiding his new designation, as if it were a given that he would want to hide it.
But itwas, wasn’t it? Surely he didn’t want people to gawk at him? A powerful alpha suddenly becoming an omega would be the scandal of the century. Hugh was right not to even consider that as an option for him.
So why did the options laid before him make him feel so claustrophobic?
“I’ll take the second option,” Michael said. “If you could find me an alpha implant, I would be grateful.”
Hugh nodded, looking unsurprised. He seemed to hesitate before saying cautiously, “I have to warn you that even thoughyour scent and sense of smell will be greatly diminished, the implant will not suppress your hormones or pheromones. Alphas will not be able to smell your omega scent, but they will still be drawn to you on some level if there’s compatibility. Scent is just one aspect of pheromones, after all. You may have to act more aggressive to avoid suspicion, especially around the full moon. Vos omegas don’t have particularly strong heats, but their pheromones do become stronger around the full moon.”
Michael just nodded, already feeling exhausted by all the pretending he’d have to do.
“You’re probably wondering what you’re going to do when it comes to marriage,” Hugh said.
Michael blinked. It hadn’t even occurred to him, but now it definitely did.
“You’ll still have some options,” Hugh said. “Obviously I can’t reveal any names due to doctor-patient confidentiality, but there are omegas who prefer omegas and would be happy to marry you.”
Michael’s stomach felt like it was full of lead. “Right,” he said. “Let’s—let’s talk about it later. Not now.”
He still felt queasy by the time he left Hugh’s office, smelling like an alpha again thanks to the implant. He was grateful for his dulled sense of smell, because the fake alpha scent put him on edge. While it did smell similar to how he used to smell, it felt foreign to his new body, as if there was a strange alpha in his personal space. It grated on him, setting his nerves on edge, but this was his new reality. He’d have to get used to it.
Michael glanced at his phone. He didn’t have any missed calls or texts. His thumb hovered over Anthony’s name in his contacts.
No, damn it. He was angry at Anthony. Wasn’t he?
But he didn’t force you, a small, needy voice chimed in.He didn’t force you to keep spreading your legs for him for months. It wasn’t his fault that you couldn’t live without his knot even during your rut.
Even thinking about it made him ache between his thighs. Michael had to squeeze them together to ease the ache, the throbbing need inside of him. It was such a strange, foreign feeling. He’d loved being fucked by Anthony, but he’d neverlongedfor it like this, his hole literally aching with the need to be filled up. Was that how omegas felt arousal? How did they not ruin their trousers all the time? It was fucking horrible. And oddly addicting too.
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. Itwasa 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 sogood.
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 firsttime 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.
