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A new wave of humiliation washed over him. Being bitten on the throat by another alpha was bad enough—an insult of the highest order—but being bitten on the mating gland was far worse. It was the ultimate disrespect. And it would raise questions. The bite wouldn’t take, of course—Michael wasn’t an omega—but Anthony had still broken the skin, and the mark of alpha incisors was unmistakable.
“I can’t fucking believe you,” Michael gritted out. “Get out.”
“Michael—”
“Out,” he snapped.
Throwing him another frustrated look, Anthony stalked out of the room.
As the door clicked shut after him, Michael breathed out unsteadily. He felt shaken, his body weak now that the adrenaline had left it.
He walked to the mirror and stared dazedly at the bright red mark on his neck. Another alpha’s mark.
His stomach turned. Nausea rose to his throat.
But his cock twitched at the sight.
Goddammit.
Chapter 13
The mark was still there the next morning, red and inflamed. It was still there three days later.
It hurt when he pressed against it. Of course it hurt. When an alpha bit an omega’s mating gland, they released an enzyme into their bloodstream. The omega’s body made its own enzyme in response—and made the mark take, creating a mating bond between them. Michael wasn’t an omega. According to his limited research, if an alpha was bitten by another alpha, his body was supposed to treat the foreign alpha enzyme as a virus and produce antibodies to counteract it and heal the bite.
Except no such thing was happening. Although the mark obviously hadn’t taken, it wasn’t healing either, the wound as inflamed as it had been days ago. Michael didn’t need to be a doctor to know that something was very wrong.
The rational part of him tried to suggest going to the hospital, but the alpha in him bristled at the mere suggestion. It would be so humiliating. What would he even say?I let another alpha bite my throat, and fuck my pecs and mouth, and now the mark isn’t healing?Yeah, no. He wasn’t doing that.
So he just stayed home for the next five days.
Michael would’ve liked to say he’d spent the time trying to think of a solution to his problem, but truth be told, that would have been a lie. Most of the time, he was too busy fucking himself on his dildo, his other hand pressing hard against themark on his neck, stroking it dazedly until the skin felt raw and oversensitive and his neck burned with sharp, twisting pain and he came without even touching his cock.
His cock felt useless these days. Big and useless, leaking against his abs as Michael stuffed his hole with a dildo, desperate to scratch an itch he couldn’t seem to scratch.
He didn’t know what was going on with him.
But it was undeniable that something was wrong.
Very, very wrong.
***
On the sixth day of his self-imposed confinement, his mother finally cornered him in the sitting room.
“What’s going on, darling?” she said, her dark eyes roaming over his face, as if looking for answers.
Michael fidgeted with his cravat, suddenly paranoid she might see through it. It didn’t help that his body still felt loose and shaky after his last orgasm. Speaking to his mother after the unnatural, depraved acts he’d committed felt almost sacrilegious.
“I don’t know what you mean, Mother,” he said curtly, straightening his shoulders. Alpha. He was his mother’s family alpha. He should act like one.
“You’ve basically become a hermit these days,” she said, frowning deeply. “People are starting to talk, darling.”
He stiffened. “Can’t a man take a few days off from the endless society circus?”
She pursed her lips, undeterred by the coldness of his voice. She might be an omega, but she was his mother and wasn’t easily intimidated. “You haven’t been yourself for some time now, Michael. I’m worried.”
A pang of alarm shot through him like a jolt. Had he been that obvious?
