Jisung had lived his twenty years convinced that something was wrong with him.

He was an omega, sure, but he had never gone into heat. No alpha ever made him react, and he didn’t react to them either. His scent was nearly nonexistent—just a faint hint of lavender, barely noticeable even during his supposed fertile periods. Doctors said his body naturally suppressed his cycles. Unusual, but not abnormal.

Then Minho came into his life. He was a true alpha: calm, elegant, with a gaze that could either freeze you or set you on fire without a word. Jisung met him when he was transferred to the office where Jisung worked as a graphic designer. They didn’t talk much at first. A simple “good morning” was enough.

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But the first time Minho sat beside him during a long meeting, something changed. Jisung started trembling. His breathing turned shallow. And to his horror, his scent—the one that had never manifested—burst into the room like a sweet, dense wave, a mix of vanilla and rain.

Everyone turned to look at him, shocked. Minho simply stared, his eyes glowing golden with instinct. But he didn’t move closer. He didn’t say a word. He just offered Jisung a glass of water and gently asked if they could step outside.

The omega pants and takes a deep breath, trying to ignore how his body responded to the alpha’s pheromones.