After eating, I went back to my room and dropped onto the bed, the mattress soft and the weight of the day settling heavy on my shoulders.

This morning, Mom had made me wear a small silver tiara, the insignia of the crown princess resting lightly against my forehead, the pearls and runes cool against my skin.

The mirrors reflected me like a showpiece: the lacy gown, the partially lifted veil, the bite mark on my neck faintly visible under the pale lace. The room felt both too large and too small at the same time.

Suddenly, the door swung open without a knock. Elaine stepped in like a shadow slipping through the light, the air shifting the moment she crossed the threshold. Her eyes locked on mine, the cold, unreadable blue fixed like a blade.

"Why didn’t you lie to your father?" she asked, her voice low and sharp, cutting through the quiet of the room.

I stared at her, my eyebrows knitting together. "Are you seriously asking me that?" I replied, incredulous, my omega instincts bristling. "What do I look like to you, a liar? I just told them what happened. Why should I lie?"

"Yes, why didn’t you lie?" She pressed, her expression darkening, the corners of her lips curling into a faint, bitter sneer. "You could have told them I forced you, that you were scared, that you didn’t want it. Then they’d have kicked me out, wouldn’t they?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" My voice rose, frustration bubbling up. "What do you think of me, huh? Some spineless coward who would use his father to get rid of you? I’m not playing that game. Besides, what is she had just killed you?"

"You’re a bratty, weak omega," she said, each word laced with venom, the disdain in her voice like a blade dragged slowly across my skin. "You’re pampered, protected, and you’re too soft to do anything on your own."

"Excuse me!" I snapped, rising to my feet, the gown trailing behind me like a ghost. "How dare you say that? You don’t know me! You don’t know what I’ve done, what I can do!"

"That’s exactly what you are," she replied, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. "A weak omega who clings to his parents for everything. They carried you; they dressed you; they walked you down the aisle, and now you’re their little daughter, who has no identity of her own." The words tasted like bile, each one striking a nerve.

"Why do you hate me so much?" I asked, genuine confusion cutting through the anger. "Did I do something to you? Why are you angry all of a sudden? You were fine earlier, in that cold, indifferent sort of way. What changed?"

Suddenly, her pheromones spiked, sharp and overwhelming, rolling through the air like a storm moving in. My body flinched, the softness of my omega frame shuddering under the weight of the Alpha’s force.

The scent filled my lungs as my muscles tightened, the hairs on my arms standing on end. For a moment, the world narrowed, my instincts screaming to bow, to obey.

"Kneel," she ordered, her voice a low, commanding rumble. The word settled like a blade pressed to my chest, the demand vibrating through the air.

I tried to fight it, clenching my jaw, my fingers gripping the edge of the bed. My omega body, still raw from the mark, screamed to give in, the pheromones pressing down like invisible hands.

I gritted my teeth, my body trembling, the weight of her command almost too much to bear. And then, slowly, reluctantly, my knees gave way, the weight of the gown dragging me down until I knelt on the floor, the soft silk whispering against my skin.

For the first time, I felt utterly humiliated, stripped of autonomy, my pride crumbling under the weight of her alpha presence.

"Stand up," she said, her voice suddenly softer, the edge of her pheromones fading away like smoke drifting from a fire. The air thinned, the pressure lifting, but the imprint of her command lingered, burning in my veins. She turned away, her eyes flashing with disdain as she regarded me, the mark on my neck pulsing faintly, the scent of her musk clinging to my skin. "Your parents can’t protect you from everything, you know."

The door closed behind her, leaving the room silent, the air thick with the memory of her presence. My body burned, the lingering pheromones seeping into every inch of my skin like a brand, a reminder that this was my choice, and life util she divorced me.

My head was making me see some highly disturbing images, making me hornier with each second.

The gown slipped from my shoulders, pooling at my feet like a discarded secret, leaving my skin bare and tingling.

As a male omega, who was affected by his alpha’s pheromones, my body betrayed me with its urgent demands—my pussy throbbed, slick dripping down my inner thighs in glistening trails, while my dick stood rigid, the tip already beading with pre-cum that matched the wetness below.

I climbed onto the bed, the sheets cool against my heated flesh, and spread my legs wide, knees bent, exposing myself fully to the air.

My fingers trembled as they traced down my chest, circling my hardened nipples first. I pinched one, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, the sharp tug sending jolts straight to my core.

A low moan escaped my lips, my back arching off the mattress as pleasure sparked through me. The sensation made my pussy clench, more slick gushing out, soaking the fabric beneath my ass.

I couldn’t hold back; my other hand dipped lower, sliding over the slick folds of my pussy, parting them with two fingers to feel the hot, slippery heat inside.

I pushed in slowly at first, one finger breaching the tight entrance, then two, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot deep within. My hips bucked involuntarily, fucking myself on my own hand as waves of need crashed over me.

The wet sounds of my fingering filled the room—schlick, schlick—mingling with my ragged breaths. My pink dick twitched above, untouched yet leaking steadily, a drop of pre-cum trailing down the shaft.

I wrapped my free hand around it, stroking firmly from base to tip, the dual sensations overwhelming. My thumb smeared the pre-cum over the head, making each pump slicker, faster.

As an omega, this consumed me, every nerve alight with the primal urge to be filled, bred, claimed. My fingers plunged deeper into my pussy, stretching myself, imagining a thick alpha cock instead, pounding relentlessly.

I twisted my nipple harder, the pain blending into ecstasy, my strokes on my dick quickening until my whole body tensed. Slick coated my hand, my thighs quivering as the orgasm built, coiling tight in my belly. I gasped, chasing it, lost in the erotic haze of my own desperate touch.