Untouched Omega

Chapter 5 - Anastasia

Breathe in.

Hold tight to the echoes of wailing, hearty and lively. Use the beautiful sounds of the purest of innocence to temper the acid eating away at my veins, the pheromones present in every inhale too potent to ignore.

Breathe out.

Remember each minute detail, every feature, each bittersweet moment spent together before my inevitable failures arrived. Stroke, pet, and embrace the dried husks protruding from my heart, treating them as I longed to do before my inadequacies caused them to fade away.

Use the pain I've been enduring for years to buffer the new agony.

A heavy silence blankets the room, my shaky breaths interrupting what could be quiet so heavy it would seem otherworldly.

Inhale.

Exhale.

The pain in my shoulder pierces across my back and runs down my spine, making every breath a trial. It hammers through my ribs and infects every organ within.

Yet the ache in my abdomen is worse. Weary muscles and hollow bones support foul tissues too afflicted for their current state. Battered, bruised, and ill-used organs pulse and contract, reacting to my surroundings. Tools too sick to realize their attempts at usefulness are futile. Plagued devices too defective to stop trying despite their numerous defeats.

My hips ache, the thick skin along my lower abdomen pulling with every dejected throb of my insides.

Dread writhes in my soul as my lower back pounds in response to my uterus' heavy tensing, the familiar pain worse than normal.

This cannot happen, yet it was destined to occur.

Biology cannot be denied.

I've never been exposed to such potent Alpha pheromones before, for good reason.

I must recover quickly, explain the situation, and accept whatever they decide.

There is no way to undo what has been done.

I will do as I must to survive another day.

And pray I haven't doomed Jumoke to the worst of fates.

Or ruined the lives of these other healthy individuals.