Chapter 209: His omega
Christopher’s breath caught in his throat.
For a heartbeat, the noise of the hall, the music, the laughter, and the clink of crystal faded into a low, distant hum. His jaw tightened, but he forced himself not to flinch, not to let anything more than a single slow blink betray him.
’He knows. How the fuck?!’
He had been careful, painfully careful. He had buried every trace of what he was, hidden it so deep that not even his own family had ever guessed. To them, he was just Christopher, jobless between contracts, a freelancer doing odd work to make ends meet. But under Dax’s violet gaze, sharp and unrelenting, it felt like the years of secrecy crumbled to dust in an instant.
He found out what he was at eighteen, but fortunately for him, the doctor that read his chart said it was a mistake from the lab, and everyone believed it; only Christopher did the labs again, carefully, and each lab was split so that nobody would realize what he was trying to find out.
The labs were the same. He was dominant.
"You hide well," Dax murmured, swirling the wine in his glass, his voice smooth as silk but edged like a blade. His gaze flicked up again, pinning Christopher in place. "But not well enough."
Christopher lowered his head immediately, bowing with the kind of deference he didn’t quite feel, his pulse hammering so hard he thought it might shake his words. "As you say, Your Majesty," he said evenly, though his throat was tight, each syllable measured to keep his voice steady.
Dax’s smirk deepened just slightly, a slow curl of satisfaction playing at his mouth as though he’d found something unexpected in a familiar game. "Dominant omegas are rare," he said softly, almost to himself, his eyes still on Christopher. "And you’re unmarked. Unbonded."
The words slid under Christopher’s skin like a blade. His stomach turned cold. He bowed deeper, backing away step by careful step, blending himself back into the flow of servers with practiced ease. Get out. Get out now before anyone else notices. Before he gets his hands on you.’