I Was The Only Omega In The Beast World-Chapter 45: CP: Unexpected.... What??

The second visit came faster than Alex expected, yet somehow still felt like an eternity arriving.

Storm appeared at the lodge door precisely as the sun began its descent, his expression slightly less hostile than that morning—though that might have been wishful thinking on Alex’s part.

"Time," he said simply.

Alex stood, pocketing the Everlight Stone along with his other treasures, and followed the gray wolf down the now-familiar path to the bridge.

His heart picked up speed with each step.

The babies seemed to sense where they were going, their movements becoming more active, almost eager. They knew.

Somehow, these six tiny lives understood they were about to be near their fathers again.

The bridge came into view through the darkening trees.

And there—looking marginally better than this morning but still far from okay—were Naga and Leo.

They were waiting for him just like they were in the morning. Their hair were damp, suggesting they’d finally bathed in the river. The dull patches on their scales and fur had been tended to, though stress lines remained visible around their eyes.

Their faces bloomed when they saw Alex approaching. Crossing leaps and bounds to come and hug him.

While they stayed they once again talked about useless things like what Alex ate for meal, how’s his pregnancy check up going, what they did throughout the day etc.. etc..

And after their time period ended, once again they said goodbyes with heavy hearts.

This process continued until fourth day.

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It was three hours after Alex met up with his mates in their morning routine.

He had been feeling weird.

He felt hotter than before, extra sweaty than usual and his babies were constantly moving and playing soccer in his bulged tummy.

He thought it was normal during pregnancy, pregnant women back in his world had various symptoms depending on their bodies, so he didn’t thought much of it. And according to grandma Moss, the hatchlings were perfectly fine just... a bit starved.

But half an hour later, he started feeling pain... not the usual physical ache.

It was somewhere deep within his belly—sharp, sudden, blooming low in his belly and racing outward until his skin felt too tight, too sensitive, every brush of fabric like sandpaper. Sweat beaded instantly across his forehead, down his spine, between his thighs.

It was his heat.

[System: ALERT — Recessive Omega Heat Cycle Triggered]

[ Onset: Immediate

Intensity: Critical (pregnancy hormones + separation stress + resonance from sacred stones = exponential spike)

Pheromone radius: Lodge + 50 meters and expanding]

[ Host, when was the last time you fucked your mates.Your heat is here again and your pheromone is going haywire. Your babies want some juic_] 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

" Shut up with the juices. " Alex argued. His voice resonating in the small logde.

" What is wrong with you? "

Storm who was on guard outside entered when he heard Alex’s whimpers only to see a mess called Alex and smell of tropical summer.

His feet froze in the threshold, nostrils flaring, pupils blown wide. For one terrifying second the gray wolf looked ready to lunge—then his knees buckled. He dropped hard to the ground, claws scraping wood as he fought whatever instinct had just slammed into him.

"Wh—where are my mates?" Alex’s voice came out ragged, desperate. "Go get my mates."

Storm’s head jerked up, eyes glassy. "I... can’t. It’s not time—"

"It’s an emergency!" Alex screamed, another cramp ripping through him. He slid down the wall until he was sitting, knees drawn up as far as his belly allowed. "Go get them!"

The gray wolf shook himself like a dog coming out of water. "I—I need to tell our Lord first—"

"Then go tell him!" The words tore out of Alex’s throat, edged with pain and fear and raw, humiliating need.

Storm scrambled upright—limbs trembling, breathing in harsh pants—and bolted.

The lodge door slammed shut behind him.

Alone again.

Alex curled tighter around himself, rocking instinctively. Clutching Naga’s scale and Leo’s charm near his belly.

The babies were frantic now—kicking, twisting, pressing downward like they were trying to force their way out early just to reach their fathers.

Slick soaked through his pants in seconds; the scent thickened until even he could taste it on every inhale.

Not now. Not here. Not without them.

He clawed at the furs, trying to find a position that eased the pressure. Nothing worked. Every shift only made the heat spike higher, the ache deeper.

On the other side, Storm rushed to Lucas’s den and informed him about Alex’s situation.

And wasting no time, Lucas rushed to Alex’s logde.

His nose twitched at the violent citrusy-sweet scent that was filling the whole area.

His heart and breath becoming faster.

This scent was far more overwhelming than anything he had ever smelled before. Not even females at their peak estrus period can produce this powerful scent.

Lucas burst through the lodge door with the force of a winter gale, the heavy wood slamming against the wall hard enough to rattle the crystal window.

His silver-gray hair whipped around his face, pale eyes wide and wild, chest heaving from the sprint across pack grounds. The scent hit him like a physical blow—citrus-sweet, ripe fertility layered with desperation and fear.

It wasn’t just strong; it was aggressive, saturating every inch of air until breathing felt like drowning in need.

He froze in the threshold, claws extending involuntarily, pupils blown so wide the pale blue was swallowed by black.

Alex was curled against the far wall, knees drawn up as far as his swollen belly allowed, one hand braced on the stone floor while the other clutched desperately at his abdomen.

Sweat plastered his curls to his forehead; his borrowed shirt clung transparently to his skin, outlining every curve and tremble. Slick had soaked through his pants, darkening the fabric in obscene patches. His breathing came in short, ragged pants—half pain, half plea.

The babies inside him thrashed visibly, small bulges pressing outward against taut skin like they were trying to claw their way free to reach safety.

Lucas’s throat worked. Once. Twice.

By The First Beasts.

The scent wasn’t just calling to him—it was screaming. Every instinct he’d spent decades chaining roared to life: Protect. Claim. Breed. Shelter. Fill.

His fangs ached; something dark and dirty puddled his mind—

Screaming at him to take what was offered—

the itching urge to cross the room, pin Alex to the furs, and bury himself deep enough to soothe that frantic heat was so overwhelming it nearly dropped him to his knees.

But he was pack lord.

Not beast.

Not yet.