Why Is This Omega Stalking Me…?

Chapter 64

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Doctor Norman stared at him silently for a long moment before slowly shifting his gaze to the side, giving a small, almost resigned nod. It was not as if he had not already seen the answer before the boy even parted his lips. The tears streaming down Jiang Li’s face, the tremble in his body, and the way his expression fractured under the weight of memory—those were answers in themselves. The hallucinations, the fear, the suffocating reactions... Doctor Norman finally understood just how deeply traumatic Jiang Li’s past truly was.

"It makes sense," he muttered under his breath, almost to himself, as if the conclusion had been waiting for him all along.

Though quiet, his words did not go unheard. The Alpha holding Jiang Li immediately turned his head, his dark eyes sharpening as they locked onto the doctor with a cold, dangerous glare.

"What makes sense?" Shen Yu asked, his voice low, controlled, but carrying an unmistakable edge beneath the surface.

Doctor Norman let out a soft sigh, lifting his gaze to meet Shen Yu’s. "Your manifestation... it makes sense now, Mr. Shen."

There was a brief pause, heavy and suffocating, as those words settled into the space between them, pressing down on the tension already present in the room.

Shen Yu had manifested at the age of thirty-one—an age far beyond what was considered normal. His sudden emergence as an Alpha had shocked everyone. His pheromones were overwhelming, unnatural in their strength, and those rare purple eyes of his only deepened the mystery surrounding him. For years, there had been no clear explanation. But now, standing in this room, watching Jiang Li break apart piece by piece, Doctor Norman felt as though the answer had been placed directly in front of him, undeniable and impossible to ignore.

"If you had met before your manifestation," Doctor Norman continued slowly, his tone thoughtful and deliberate, "then it’s very possible that Jiang Li was the cause."

Shen Yu’s gaze darkened slightly. "What do you mean?"

His voice was quieter now, but no less intense. As he spoke, he gently helped Jiang Li to his feet, one hand steadying the omega who still seemed lost in the aftermath of his own unraveling, his balance unsteady and fragile.

Doctor Norman folded his arms loosely, his eyes flickering toward Jiang Li before returning to Shen Yu. "Mr. Jiang is a siren omega. I don’t know if he ever told you that. But judging by the name alone... you can probably guess how rare that is."

Shen Yu’s brows furrowed in confusion, his expression tightening as he tried to process the unfamiliar term, clearly unsettled by the direction this conversation was taking.

"A siren omega," Doctor Norman continued, "possesses one of the most dangerous types of omega pheromones known to exist. Their scent doesn’t just attract—it compels. It draws Alphas in, strips away control, and leaves them vulnerable to instinct. Just one breath can be enough to tip the balance completely."

A low, dark chuckle left Shen Yu’s lips, though there was no amusement in it, only disbelief mixed with something sharper.

"I’ve known the omega in front of me for four months," he said, his voice steady but edged with skepticism. "And none of what you’re describing has ever happened."

At his words, Jiang Li’s hands slowly clenched into fists at his sides. His gaze dropped to the floor, his expression tightening with something unreadable—something quiet, restrained, and painfully familiar.

Doctor Norman’s eyes softened slightly, though his voice remained calm.

"That’s because his gland is broken, Mr. Shen."

The words struck harder than expected, landing with a weight that neither of them could ignore.

For a brief moment, Shen Yu’s composure faltered. His eyes widened slightly as memories resurfaced—Jiang Li’s trembling voice, the fragments of his past, the moment he had spoken about the damage... about what had been taken from him and what he could never regain.

"Are you a recessive omega?"

"No... I wasn’t born like that."

Shen Yu turned his head, his gaze settling on Jiang Li once more. The omega stood there silently, his head lowered, his hands clenched tightly as if holding himself together by sheer force. The realization settled heavily in Shen Yu’s chest, uncomfortable and persistent.

He had been a siren omega.

A rare existence.

A dangerous one.

And yet... someone so young had been forced through something so devastating that it had shattered him entirely, leaving behind only fragments of what he used to be.

The thought alone made something dark stir within Shen Yu, something he did not immediately name.

"That day," Shen Yu spoke again, his voice quieter now, more measured, "after my manifestation... the omega you mentioned—the one with a sensitive gland like mine... were you talking about Jiang Li?"

Doctor Norman nodded. "Mn. It seems that way."

Silence followed, stretching longer this time, filled with thoughts neither of them voiced.

Shen Yu’s gaze lingered on Jiang Li, studying him in a way that was far more intense than before. There were too many pieces falling into place now, too many things that no longer felt like coincidence or chance.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" Shen Yu finally asked.

The question was simple, but it carried weight, pressing against Jiang Li in a way that made it difficult to breathe.

Jiang Li’s eyes squeezed shut, his breath hitching as he struggled to keep himself from breaking again. It was frustrating—how easily he cried, how every emotion seemed to spill out of him no matter how hard he tried to hold it in. Even he found it annoying, something he silently resented.

Slowly, he lifted his gaze, his eyes red-rimmed and glassy.

"I was afraid..." he admitted softly. "If I told you... if you knew... you would see me the same way everyone else did."

His lips curved into a faint, fragile smile—one that carried no warmth, only quiet resignation.

"A sick... unnatural omega."

The words hung in the air, heavy and bitter, echoing the judgments he had carried for years.

Shen Yu stared at him in silence for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh. He tilted his head back slightly, his eyes drifting toward the ceiling as if searching for patience—or perhaps restraint. After a few seconds, he lowered his gaze again, his expression calmer, though still unreadable in its depth.

"You have too many secrets," he muttered.

His hand came to rest on Jiang Li’s shoulder.

It was a simple gesture. Casual, even.

But to Jiang Li, it meant something far greater than it appeared.

For months, he had been met with distance, coldness, and restraint. He had grown used to silence, to indifference, to carefully measured interactions that never crossed a line. So this—this small act of contact—felt unexpectedly warm, almost unfamiliar.

It told him something Shen Yu did not say out loud.

He wasn’t angry.

And that alone made Jiang Li’s chest tighten, something fragile stirring within him.

"I still don’t understand," Shen Yu continued, shifting his attention back to Doctor Norman, "what Jiang Li being a siren omega has to do with my manifestation."

Doctor Norman let out a small chuckle, clearly amused by the question, though his eyes remained sharp.

"I believe he is the reason you manifested, Mr. Shen," he said plainly. "Without his pheromones, it’s very likely you never would have."

The room fell silent again, the weight of those words settling deeply.

"You were thirty-one," Doctor Norman added. "That kind of late manifestation isn’t natural... unless something triggered it, something strong enough to force that change."

The relief Jiang Li had barely begun to feel shattered instantly.

Panic replaced it, sharp and suffocating, tightening around his chest.

"No..." Jiang Li stammered, his breathing becoming uneven. "He’s lying, Shen Yu... it’s not me... I’m not—please..."

His voice trembled as the words tumbled out, his chest rising and falling too quickly as fear took hold, threatening to consume him entirely.

Shen Yu didn’t turn to him immediately.

Instead, his gaze remained fixed on Doctor Norman, unwavering.

"Jiang Li," Shen Yu said calmly, "was I the only beta you knew?"

Jiang Li shook his head quickly. "No... I’ve been friends with Guo Chen for three years. He’s still a beta."

Shen Yu’s brow lifted slightly before his attention returned to the doctor.

"Then explain."

Doctor Norman’s blue eyes held steady, unflinching under the pressure.

"It’s not the same," he said. "Think of it this way—when an Alpha wants to force an omega into a pressured rut, they don’t release their pheromones carelessly. They focus them. They direct them. They wrap their target in that scent until the omega breaks."

He took a step closer, closing the distance slightly.

"And that," he said quietly, "is what Jiang Li has been doing to you."

Shen Yu’s eyes darkened slightly, though he said nothing, the implication settling in slowly.

Doctor Norman continued, his tone calm but deliberate. "Tell me, Shen Yu... when you were still a beta... did you ever smell Jiang Li’s pheromones?"

There was a pause.

A subtle shift.

And that was enough.

Doctor Norman smiled faintly.

"Exactly," he murmured. "Even with a broken gland... you could still sense them. And you thought you were the only one."

He turned his head, glancing at Jiang Li.

"Because every time you were exposed to those pheromones... even unconsciously... the omega was choosing you."

The words settled heavily, undeniable in their implication.

"Subconsciously," Doctor Norman added, "he was turning you into his Alpha."

Silence filled the room, thick and unmoving.

Then—

Shen Yu laughed.

Low. Dark. Unexpected.

"Then I suppose..." he said slowly, "I should thank the omega."

Doctor Norman’s eyes widened slightly at that response, clearly not expecting such a reaction.

But Shen Yu didn’t look at him.

Instead, he turned, closing the distance between himself and Jiang Li. His expression softened just slightly, his voice losing its earlier edge as it lowered.

"Let’s go," he said quietly.

He stepped past the doctor, his shoulder brushing by him, before pausing just enough to add—

"And tell Teahyun..."

His tone sharpened again, cold and cutting, all warmth gone in an instant.

"...that it’s annoying when he shares my business with strangers."

The room fell silent after that, the tension lingering even as they began to leave.