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    Now, Phainon knew he’d always been a large chimera, even when he was young. But this chimera practically matched him in size, standing just a below eye level– not that it mattered. Golden eyes seemed to pierce right through him, and if Phainon had been a lesser alpha, he probably would have whimpered. And maybe pissed himself, too.

    That size wasn’t for nothing, either. If he let his eyes wander down– which he didn’t, truly, he didn’t– he’d see a rippling expanse of pure, tanned muscle, rather pathetically half-covered by rich-looking red fabrics.

    The scent was a little sweet for his expectations, but this was undoubtedly the alpha Hyacine had warned him of. Warned he was, indeed, but something about this alpha made Phainon want to play nice, anyway.

    “What a disappointment.”

    With those arrogant words, spilled from plump lips, every thought of Phainon’s ground to a halt. His eyes widened, but he hadn’t a moment to spare for indignation before a fist, adorned in sharp, glinting gold, flew towards his face.

    Or a feral chimera was picked up by the Okheman Research Institute for rehabilitation... and definitely for not for courting the 'alpha' Kremnoan leader.

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    13 Sep 2025

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    The Deliverer: Hey, Stelle, this 'sugar baby' idea sounds interesting!

    The Deliverer: I even know a couple of people who'd be very interested in this offer. And they're not even completely disgusting old men!

    The Deliverer: I just really hope that pulling their sad little pods out of their pants isn't part of the evening's mandatory program!

    At that moment, the messages vanished, replaced by a short system notice.

    The Deliverer: Oops, sorry, wrong chat!

    Mydei's right eye twitched.

    One small mistake leads to: the merchants of Okhema counting unexpected profits; Phainon's acquaintances becoming wary of buying him a drink; the townsfolk following the Deliverer's every move, hoping to see more people who decide to touch him 'unexpectedly' slip and fall beside him (and the grim Kremnosian prince, of course, has absolutely nothing to do with it). We'll also see a war council disguised as a slumber party. And, of course, someday the Deliverer will learn how to smile seductively instead of looking like he's been constipated for a week... but that's another story entirely.

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    09 Sep 2025

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    Get out!” Phainon snarls.

    -Mydei shuts the door.

     

    The first thing that comes to mind is utter rage. How dare an alpha invade his space and ask him to get out on top of it? It just takes about every ounce of Mydei’s rational thought to not storm in there and throw the shithead out.

     

    No – he needed to make sense of this all, first.

    Phainon was indeed in rut. And Phainon was indeed in his room.

     

    Mydei just did not understand why he had sought out another alpha’s room of all places for refuge.

    Phainon never grew up as a normal alpha. Or had a healthy rut. Or felt all the protective, affectionate, possessive instincts towards omegas to their full extent as he should.

     

    Then Mydei enters his life. The final nail in the coffin establishing his abnormality.

     

    And now Mydei has to deal with a cranky alpha in rut invading his bedroom.

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    18 Jul 2025

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    The inside of the tent was hazy with heat, air thick with sweat and breath and the subtle scent of sex still clinging to the crumpled sleeping bag. The wind outside howled on, a low whisper against the insulated nylon walls, but it sounded far away now—tamed by the shelter they’d made for each other.

    Phainon was boneless in Mydei’s arms, legs tangled together, with his head tucked beneath Mydei’s chin. His body hummed with the slow, pleasant throb of being thoroughly ruined, and his voice was down to a murmur.

    “Don’t let me die of contentment,” he whispered.

    “You’re not dying,” Mydei said, brushing damp curls away from his forehead.

    “I might be,” Phainon argued faintly. “I think my bones melted. You melted me.”

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    Mydei is tired as hell after finally submitting an assignment he finished at 3 am. He decides to celebrate the small victory with a trip to the store for groceries and some pomegranate juice to make himself a nice meal. Unfortunately, he runs into a problem.

    Beep beep beep.

    For some reason, the machine scans the pomegranate juice thrice. The cashier tries to tap on something on the screen, but nothing changes. He then tries scanning his staff card to cancel the last two items.

    The whole list of scanned items disappears.

    The cashier gasps. Mydei just stares in silence.

    “I am so sorry about this,” the cashier says, his face flushing with embarrassment. “I’m not sure why this is happening. Let me scan everything again.”

    He resumes scanning each item a little more hastily, one by one. Then, he finally reaches the final boss: the pomegranate juice.

    Beep beep beep.

    The cashier’s eyes widen in horror. Mydei’s frown deepens further. Hesitantly, the cashier tries to cancel the last two items again.

    The whole list disappears.

    “Fucking hell…” Mydei curses, his jaw tightening as he clenches his fist on the counter.

    He just wants his pomegranate juice, goddammit.

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    05 Jun 2025