I Was The Only Omega In The Beast World-Chapter 46: CP: Nearly Lost Himself In It

Lucas stood frozen in the doorway, every muscle locked in a battle he was rapidly losing.

The scent was a living thing now—thick, syrupy, invasive. It coated his tongue, sank into his lungs, wrapped around his thoughts until rational thought frayed at the edges.

Citrus rind split open under summer sun, warm honey poured over fevered skin, ripe pear bruised just enough to release its sweetest juice. And beneath it all—something darker, needier, begging.

Alex whimpered again, the sound raw and broken. His head lifted just enough for glazed blue eyes to find Lucas across the room.

And something in those eyes shifted.

The heat had burned away shame, stripped away caution. What remained was pure, biological desperation—and recognition.

Alpha.

Powerful.

Dominant.

Close.

Alex’s nostrils flared. He inhaled sharply, pupils dilating as Lucas’s scent crashed over him in return: cold mountain stone, iron-rich blood, bleeding from fresh wounds, and underneath it all—the unmistakable musk of an alpha in his prime, restrained but hungry.

A full-body shudder ripped through Alex. His thighs clenched; fresh slick pulsed out in a slow, obscene wave. The babies kicked harder—demanding, insistent, answering the new alpha presence in the room.

"Nnngh—" Alex’s head fell back against the wall with a dull thud. His voice cracked, high and needy. "Lucas—"

The Alpha’s name came out like a plea.

Lucas took one involuntary step forward before catching himself. Claws gouged deep furrows into the doorframe.

"Don’t," he rasped. "Don’t say my name like that. And don’t come any...closer. "

But Alex was already moving—slow, trembling, crawling forward on hands and knees because standing felt impossible. His swollen belly dragged against the furs; every inch forward sent fresh slick dripping down his inner thighs.

"Please," Alex breathed. The word tumbled out on a sob. "Please—your scent—it’s—it’s helping. It’s so much better than being alone. I can’t—I can’t think—

Another cramp seized him. He folded forward with a cry, forehead pressed to the floor, ass raised instinctively in submission. The position bared the soaked seat of his pants, the obscene dark patch spreading wider.

Lucas’s control snapped.

He crossed the room in two strides, dropping to his knees behind Alex. One massive hand clamped around the back of Alex’s neck—not cruel, but firm—holding him in place while the other wrapped around his waist, palm splayed wide, feeling every frantic kick, every desperate roll as the six hatchlings inside sensed an alpha—any alpha—close enough to soothe the unbearable ache.

"Easy," Lucas growled, voice shredded.

"Breathe. I’ve got you."

Alex keened at the contact. His body melted under the alpha grip—instinct overriding everything else.

He pushed back against Lucas’s thighs, grinding shamelessly, chasing the hard length he could feel straining behind his waist fabric.

Alex sobbed again, the sound muffled against the furs. His hips rocked backward in helpless little jerks, grinding against the thick ridge of Lucas’s cock still trapped behind leather.

Slick dripped steadily now, soaking through fabric, pooling on the floorboards beneath them. The scent was everywhere—overpowering, intoxicating, driving Lucas to the razor’s edge of reason.

"Need—need more—" Alex’s voice cracked, slurred with heat and tears. "Please—Lucas—I want you—knot me—fill me—make it stop—"

The plea sliced through what remained of Lucas’s restraint like a hot blade.

For several long heartbeats, there was only ragged breathing, Alex’s painful whimpers, and the soft, rhythmic kicks of six restless hatchlings.

Then—

The door exploded inward.

Wood splintered. Hinges screamed.

Naga and Leo burst through like twin forces of nature.

Naga—half-shifted, coils already lashing forward—saw Lucas sticking way too close to his mate then allowed and hissed—a sound of pure murder.

Leo—full beast—launched himself across the room, claws out, mane fully expanded, golden eyes blazing with lethal intent.

Lucas barely had time to release Alex and throw himself backward before Leo’s claws raked the air where his throat had been a heartbeat ago.

The white lion landed hard between Alex and the Alpha, a wall of snarling fury and protective rage.

His roar shook the lodge—primal, territorial, absolutely lethal.

"MINE!" The word was more beast than speech.

"MINE—GET AWAY—"

Naga was already there, coils wrapping around Alex with desperate speed, lifting him from the floor even as his upper body stayed human enough to check for injuries with trembling hands.

"Are you hurt?" Naga’s voice shook. "Did he—did that bastard—"

"N-no," Alex managed, though his body was still wracked with heat tremors. "He didn’t—I asked—I was in heat and I asked—"

"You asked?" Leo’s head whipped around, golden eyes wild. "You asked him to—"

"I wasn’t thinking!" Alex sobbed, pressing his face against Naga’s chest. "The heat hit so fast and he was there and he smelled like alpha and I just—I wasn’t thinking—"

Lucas had backed against the far wall, hands raised in a placating gesture even as his own body screamed to fight, to defend, to claim what had been offering itself so sweetly just moments ago.

"I didn’t touch him," he said, forcing his voice steady despite the adrenaline flooding his system. "Beyond restraining him from hurting himself. He was in distress. I was trying to help."

"HELP?" Naga’s hiss was pure venom. "You call having him on his knees, grinding against you, begging for you HELPING?"

"He was in heat crisis!" Lucas snarled back, his own control fraying. "Alone, terrified, in pain. What was I supposed to do? Leave him to suffer?"

"You were supposed to GET US!" Leo roared. "You were supposed to get his MATES, not put your hands on him while he was vulnerable and desperate!"

"Storm went to get you the moment we realized what was happening—"

"And you came here FIRST!" Naga’s pupils were slits, his fangs fully extended. "You came here ALONE, to a male in heat, releasing your scent knowing exactly what state he’d be in!"

The accusation hung in the air like poison.

Lucas’s jaw clenched. Because Naga wasn’t wrong. He had come alone. Had dismissed the guards. Had crossed the threshold and unknowingly let out his scent knowing—KNOWING—what he’d find— what he’d see.

And nearly lost himself in it.