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Namping woke with a jolt, breath tearing from his lungs. For one fragile second, he was nowhere then the room sharpened into shape and the dread starting to flood.
This place.
This place that owned him.
The place he had been shaped for.
His body throbbed with a deep, lingering ache, as if it remembered something his mind refused to hold. His long hairs that carried pretty fragrant flowers tied up beautifully now was sticky, sweaty and messed. He dragged the blanket over himself, clutching it tight,, absurdly hoping cloth could erase what his skin knew.
His body felt wrong.
Not just sore or exhausted but different. Heavy. As though something had seeped into him and refuse to leave. His breath hitched and tears slid free, burning with humiliation. Dirt.
As if body had answered a call he despised, as if it had betrayed him while he slept. Panic struck without warning. He leashed out blindly, sending objects crashing from side table. The sound echoed loudly as he stumbled towards the bath house, fingers scraping the wall for balance.
Water
He needed water.
He needed to scrub himself raw uf that was what it took to feel himself again.
Footsteps hurried in.
A young women froze in doorway.
"Omega thaan raek" she said softly. Carefully she added "Allow me. I will prepare the bath."
"No." The word barely held together. "Don't touch me. Don't come closer."
He whispered "please go."
She hesitated only a moment long enough to see what is left of the Omega once carried light in his eyes then turned away, muttering a curse meant for fate.
Alone again..
In the bath house, he let the blanket fall. The mirror reflected someone unfamiliar - eyes hollowed, skin flushed, tears dried on his cheeks, lips bruised parted as if cought mid breath, his neck his chest held red puple marks. His hands held marks of larger bigger fingers.
He did not looked ruined and that frightened him the most
He sank into the hot water and let it close over him, steams blurring the world. Time dissolved. Thought followed. He did not know how long he stayed there.
Only that when memory returned, it did so in fragments.
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After he was confined to the baan yai (manor) silence pressed in until it became unbearable.
For days, he spoke to his Omega like a prayer. Commanding it to obey. To ensure. To not respond. He trained his mind to stay awake, remin present, to hold line between instinct and will.
He failed. Not suddenly but completely.
He lost control.
Lost struggle he had never been allowed to refuse.
He hated being an Omega not because of weakness, but because his body was built to answer, To open, to want even his mind recoiled.
He could not see, the ceremonial veil sealed his vision but scent made sight unnecessary.
The moment the Alpha entered the Baan Yai, the air shifted. A grounded, woodsy heat threaded with spice rolled through the space, striking him with brutal familiarity. The scent he had avoided. The one he had denied himself until denial became habit.
Fire bloomed under his skin.
His pheromones answered before he could stop them, flooding the space in quiet betrayal. His nails bit into his palm, bruising flesh as he tried to anchor himself to pain.
He has meant to speak
To negotiate
To buy time
The ritual did not pause for his intentions.
The pack priest entered first, voice low and rhythmic, reciting the binding verse meant to sanctity obedience. His hands were guided forward, place into alpha's grasp as tradition demanded.
The contact was devastating
Warmth surged through him, grounding and consuming all at once it took him all his strength to not lean in to that touch that scent.
Shame followed instantly. The priest voice sharpened.
"Proceed with the scenting"
Namping trembled.
This was expected.
This was what he had been trained for since moon first claimed him.
Chosen by fate.
Blessed by lunar cycle.
Cursed by his own response.
The the veil was lifted, the chants faded into a dull roar, he shut his eyes as scent clased in around him, intimate and inescapable. A cook brush at his nape precise, reverent where a mark should have been, where destiny had once promised something gentler.
The touch lingered.
Softened.
And something inside him gave away, broke, yielded.
His resistance dissolved when the alphas small kisses turned into a wet lick on his scent gland, his wolf surged forward, drowning his protest in instinct. Pleasure unwanted, undeniable ripped through him, sweet and devastating in its intensity. A sound escaped him before he could stop it.
The alpha's grip tightened.
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He tore awake
The bathwater had gone cold. Even if he can see the steam coming from it, circling himself.
His body shook violently, teeth chattering as realisation crashed down on him. His breath come shallow, frantic.
"No no no no no" he whispered hand fisting water "i didn't....I-I ....I didn't-"
But his body remembered.
Worse
It ached
Not with pain but with absence with a hollow, restless pull that curled deep in his core.
What was done could not be undone.
What he had answered could not be silenced.