Shades of Blue (Omegaverse BL)
Chapter 53 - 51 | Mark

Chapter 53: 51 | Mark

Blue exploded. Internally, though. There was nothing he could do outwardly.

"By giving birth, do you mean giving birth to a child? A human child?" Blue had to ask for proper clarification.

A second wave of shock washed through his body when the doctor nodded his head in agreement, then pushed up the pair of glasses he was wearing.

"If you look at your test results, your hormones are not very stable. And your hCG level fluctuates inconsistently. Having a child would bring a rise to this and giving birth is one of the best ways to expel excesses in the body. Especially with yours." The doctor then went ahead to explain to Blue how having a child was going to save him.

Blue listened to all of this with a blank expression on his face.

"And most important of all things—keep an Alpha as your partner. A dominant one, I advise. From what you’ve told me, passing through your heat cycle with a Beta isn’t going to help you in any way." The doctor said.

Blue nodded obediently, but in his head, he felt like flipping the table between himself and the doctor. Then going ahead to use the test result papers in his hand to assault the doctor.

In summary, his body was in a bad condition. And all that he needed to help himself was an Alpha.

If that wasn’t the irony of the century, Blue didn’t know what could be.

He left the doctor’s office after exchanging formalities with the man and headed back home—to his own house. He hadn’t been to the Kent house for the past two days.

This was because he didn’t see any reason to return back there. He had even left some of his belongings in the house so that his family members could use them as souvenirs to remember him in his forever absence from their lives.

The reason he had stopped staying there was because he had concluded his book. The first draft of it anyway. After tapping on the full-stop key to the last sentence of the story, Blue had immediately e-mailed the document to his editor, not bothering to even go through it.

The book had exhausted and drained him physically, mentally, and health wise.

And because he was through with the book, having nothing else to do with his free time, Blue thought about his life ever so often.

And by his life, he meant Winter.

It was annoying to believe that Blue always found his own thoughts straying and focusing on that annoying Alpha. Blue has had just about enough of him.

As Blue walked into his apartment, he sighed, flinging his bag to the floor. Then he kicked off the shoes on his legs as he walked, then collapsed facedown to his couch.

"Fuck." He cussed, turning around to look at his messy house.

Blue didn’t know when he sat up on the chair and folded his legs, feeling like he had to do something with his body.

The place Blue’s bag had landed was right in front of the couch that he was sitting on. Blue grabbed the bag and brought out his test results to look at them once again.

He studied the complex medical terms and colorless charts on the paper, trying to really make sense of what was happening to him.

"A mark, huh...?" Blue trailed off, his hand going to the back of his neck.

Blue couldn’t even rub the spot as it had grown so sensitive that just with his hands hovering above the glands, his spine was already tickling.

Blue didn’t know whether to cry or to laugh. The one thing that he feared the most was what he needed the most right now at this point in time.

If it was years ago, getting a temporary mark from an Alpha could happen with just the snap of a finger. But now... Now, it was impossible.

Not because there weren’t any available Alphas. It was because Blue couldn’t even imagine an Alpha’s teeth on his glands. He wouldn’t even be able to bear the pain of it.

It was still fresh in Blue’s mind how a mark was given. The entire process of it was imprinted in Blue’s head by the amount of times that he had experienced it.

Sharp teeth digging deep into his skin to puncture his glands. The imbuing of suffocating Alpha pheromones into his system that made him feel as if he would die if he continued to breathe.

The aftermath of the marking where he, himself, would cling to the Alpha, believing and feeling that he was safe when he was truly anything but that. Blue hated the aftermath of being marked even more than the marking itself.

It was when his Omega identity was truly revealed. When his true self would surface. That weak and fragile self of his that had the nature of being dependent on the one whom he was supposed to despise the most.

Blue hated all of that. And it was crazy that he needed all of that now.

Blue ground his teeth in spite of that thought. Right on cue, an intense wave of pain washed through his body as the back of his neck throbbed with indescribable pain.

"Fuck!" Blue cussed for the umpteenth time as he grabbed whatever he could, which happened to be the test results in his hands.

He grabbed the papers so tight that the sides tore off and he could only grab onto air. Blue switched his target to his bag, picking it from the floor once again. But this time, he was in search of his phone.

Blue somehow managed to slide down to the floor as the urge to rub himself against something hard clouded his mind.

"Stop it! Stop!" Blue rebuked his body, desperately wanting it to compose itself.

But his body didn’t listen to him. Blue had to force himself through the disgusting desires his body wanted him to indulge in and search through the contact list of his phone.

Blue instantly dialed Oliver’s number, disregarding what the doctor had said about him getting an Alpha and leaving Betas behind since they were no help at all to his case.

Oliver picked on the third ring and said from the other side of the phone, "Hello?"

"Hi." Blue spoke with a completely normal tone, in contrast to how completely abnormal he was feeling.

"Yo, what’s up? Adam told me you weren’t feeling good earlier today and had to go home. Are you okay?" Oliver spoke with a concerned tone.

One would think that Oliver wasn’t the same person who had been dead angry at Blue earlier for ghosting him.

"I-I’m good." Blue’s voice broke a little as he spoke, but he controlled himself midway and continued speaking. "I wanted to ask for a favor. Are you free right now?"

After Blue’s question, the line went silent for a few moments. And during those few moments, Blue silently gagged to the smell of his own pheromones which had surrounded the entire living room and threatened to suffocate him to death.

"Uh... no, not really." Oliver responded with a regretful tone.

"What? Why?" Blue almost lost his cool as he asked those questions.

Oliver said, "I’m with Sydney. She’s moving out of her apartment and I’m helping her out."

’Who the fuck is Sydney!?’ Blue wanted to scream, but Oliver’s voice sounded before his own.

"She’s the girl I told you about before you ghosted me. I think she’s finally opening up to me and something could happen." There was a hint of excitement and hopefulness in Oliver’s tone as he spoke.

Blue couldn’t remember for the life of himself who Sydney was but it sounded like she was someone important to Oliver.

’Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,’ was all Blue could think of.

"What’s the favor you wanted to ask? Is it important?" Oliver asked, reminding Blue that he was indeed a reliable person.

A sharp pain shot up from Blue’s spine and went to his glands, almost paralyzing him. Blue’s grip on his phone was ridiculously tight as he forced a smile on his lips that no one could see and said, "No, not really."

"What? Are you sure? You sounded like—"

Blue terminated the call without hearing the rest of Oliver’s words, then turned on the airplane mode of his phone.

Blue writhed with pain, cuddling into himself as he realized that this current fit was getting longer than the others he’d had before.

Blue thought that he’d die from the pain. And at the same time, he wanted to be killed from the pleasure that he wished he was receiving instead of this state he was in.

Blue didn’t even know when his pants had come off and his hand was reaching for a particular unspeakable place in his body.

All he knew was that if that place wasn’t touched immediately, he would certainly run mad.