Chapter 96 - 3.36 He Doesn’t Recognize You
By the time Oliver managed to threaten the girl to let him out, chaos had ensued. He could hear the MC announce that the match would be suspended temporarily for the day, the shrill voices of people asking what was going on and the Elite Guards who worked to keep them from barging into the building. Oliver staggered in his steps as wisps of furious Alpha’s pheromones lingered on his nose. Altair’s pheromones, he recognized the winter and rose in them but never before did it feel this intense, terrifying and fear-inducing. It was far worse than the time in the hospital when he almost lost control and killed Cathy.
He turned to find the omega girl he had never seen before, slumping against the wall, appalled and petrified by the effect of Altair’s exploding pheromones. Their eyes met and Oliver could see himself in her eyes; wild eyes, messy hair, desperate and incensed. "You." He glared. "I have no time for you right now but I have remembered your face clearly. You’d better hide yourself otherwise I will come for you after I am done with this."
Seeing the girl’s face paled further, Oliver harrumphed and ran toward the elevator. The light along the corridor still flickered as if it was going to go off soon and like a premonition came true, it gave two last blinks and shut down abruptly. Oliver stopped to let his eyes adjust with the only source of light being the golden sunset that poured in from the window. He eyed the non-functioning elevator with frustration and cursed, dashing toward the emergency stairs instead.
His ears rang with the echo of Altair’s growls, heart getting more anxious by the second.
Altair, beloved, what has happened to you...?
Oliver really thought that he would die soon if he couldn’t get to Altair sooner and fortunately, the stairway was devoid of people and he arrived at the sixth floor with ragged breathing and a galloping heart.
In one glance, he could see that the sixth floor’s auditorium had been destroyed beyond recognition. Pieces of chairs and tables strewn everywhere and there were jagged holes on the ceiling. A large dent had been formed on the door which now laid across the ground and people crowded in the hallway; teachers, paramedics who were conveniently present due to the match and a few injured students. Blood, so much blood. And they were screaming atop of each other, yelling out commands that brushed past his ears like wind. Oliver’s mind went numb as he sought Altair’s figure among them. He couldn’t find him.
Oliver’s knees wobbled and he grabbed the wall to straighten himself. No, Altair was still here. Oliver could sense his presence. He always could. Gritting his teeth, he made his way forward.
"...to the hospital now! She has lost too much blood!"