[BL]Reborn as the Empire's Most Desired Omega
Chapter 158: I will take the risk

Chapter 158: Chapter 158: I will take the risk

Dr. Dixon didn’t flinch. Didn’t even look up from her datapad. "Also not medically relevant," she said flatly. "But I’ll put it in the notes under emotional progress." NovelFire

Trevor, for his part, finally lost the battle with his composure. He laughed, loudly, openly, the sound warm and far too pleased with itself.

Lucas gave him a slow, withering look over the rim of his mug. "Glad my impending hormonal collapse is so entertaining to you."

"It’s not," Trevor said, still grinning. "But watching you try to flirt while actively threatening violence is... impressive."

"That wasn’t flirting."

Trevor tilted his head. "Then what would flirting look like?"

Lucas didn’t answer. Mostly because the only thing his brain could come up with was something profoundly illegal in front of witnesses.

Dr. Dixon, packing up with the bored efficiency of someone who had absolutely seen it all, sighed. "Please don’t start mating displays while I’m still in the room. I charge extra for trauma."

Lucas groaned and dropped his head against the back of the armchair. "Why is everyone in this estate awful?"

"Because you’re the most dramatic patient I’ve had all month," Dr. Dixon replied breezily. "And I’ve treated three minor royals and a general who refused to admit he was in heat until he passed out in the conservatory."

"That’s—"

"Exactly where you’re headed if you keep denying the symptoms. Your hormones are climbing fast, your skin’s reactive, and unless you want your mate peeling you off the parquet floor with a wet cloth, bed rest starts now."

Lucas made a noise halfway between a sigh and a snarl. "Fine. I’ll go. But only because I don’t want to sweat to death in this shirt."

Trevor moved behind him again, easy and quiet. "I’ll get the sheets changed."

"I want the cool ones," Lucas warned.

"You’ll get every single cool thing in the estate," Trevor promised, already pressing a kiss to the crown of his head before he could bolt.

Lucas flinched, not because he didn’t like it, but because he did. Far too much.

Dr. Dixon snapped her bag closed. "Well. If he passes out from trying to pretend he’s not madly in love with you, call me. I’ve got smelling salts."

Lucas ignored the doctor and walked to the dining room to retrieve his promised coffee and breakfast.

Dr. Dixon turned to Trevor with a look that was equal parts clinical and knowing. "He’s close," she said quietly, watching Lucas shuffle down the hallway in his too-soft shirt and righteous indignation. "Probably less than forty-eight hours now. His body’s already started the pheromone shift; he’s trying to out-stare biology."

Trevor’s smile faded, replaced by his usual serious demeanor. "He is simply scared, as we all have been when we awoke; his is late and has already been suppressed by years of drugs to keep it hidden. I honestly expected it to be even more brutal." NovelFire

Dr. Dixon gave a slow nod, her expression turning thoughtful. "It would’ve been. If he hadn’t bonded first."

She glanced toward the dining room again, where Lucas was now inspecting a pastry like it had personally offended him. "The mark stabilized the baseline. Gave his system something to orient around. Without that, we’d be in full systemic shock right now, with fever, delirium, erratic vital swings, and even collapse."

Trevor’s jaw tightened. "Thank you, doctor. I will contact you if anything abnormal happens."

Dr. Dixon gave a curt nod, professional again now that the warnings had been delivered. "He’s strong," she said simply. "But strength doesn’t mean immunity. Keep him hydrated, cool, and away from unnecessary stress, physical or emotional. No visitors unless he asks. No closed doors without consent."

Trevor inclined his head. "Understood."

She paused and said in a low voice, "And if he wakes up confused, panicked, or says something cruel, don’t feel guilty. Just calm him down; he’ll lose control of his words soon enough. The years of suppression were rougher than you think."

Trevor didn’t reply immediately. His eyes had already drifted to the dining room again, where Lucas was now pulling apart the croissant like it owed him answers, a scowl settling between his brows.

"I won’t let them take anything else from him," Trevor said at last, quiet and razor-clear.

Dr. Dixon studied him for a beat, then gave a rare, approving smile. "Then you’re exactly who he needs."

She turned on her heel and walked down the corridor, leaving only the scent of antiseptic and something vaguely floral behind.

Trevor exhaled once, long and low, and squared his shoulders before moving toward the dining room.

Lucas didn’t look up when he entered, just bit into the pastry with unnecessary force and muttered, "It’s stale."

Trevor slid into the chair opposite him, calm as ever. "I’ll have Windstone interrogated."

"You’re not funny."

"You’re not subtle."

Lucas gave him an annoyed, wary, and faintly vulnerable look around the edges. "She told you, didn’t she?"

Trevor didn’t lie. "Yes."

Lucas set down the half-destroyed pastry with a sigh, slumping back in the chair. "How bad?"

Trevor walked to his side and sat with his usual quiet precision, every movement deliberate, unhurried, like he already knew Lucas was watching him through narrowed eyes.

"It’s as bad as you expect," he said, his voice low and calm. "But the bond keeps it stable. I’ve cleared my schedule. I won’t let you go through it alone."

Lucas didn’t answer right away. He let his head tip back against the chair, eyes closed, breathing shallow. A bead of sweat slid down the side of his neck and disappeared into the loose collar of his shirt. His skin felt too hot, too tight, like his body was trying to escape itself.

"I’m going to melt," he muttered. "Right here. Just—turn into a puddle and ruin this chair. Good."

Trevor didn’t laugh, though the corner of his mouth tugged upward. "Should I get a fan?"

"I want you to hold me," Lucas said instead, blunt and half-drowsy from the heat. "But if you do, I might punch you in the face. Just so we’re clear."

Trevor leaned in a little, voice dipping. "I’ll take the risk."

Lucas cracked an eye open, brow furrowed. "You smell stupidly good. That should be illegal."