Hearts at War (AlanxJeff) VI

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Jeff

"What's wrong with my son?" my father demanded, his voice trembling with worry and desperation as he confronted the royal physician.

"I'm so sorry, Your Highness," the doctor replied, his voice shaking. "The poison affected him for a long time. When his hormones started developing with his first heat, his body wasn't really prepared, and it only enhanced the poison's effectiveness."

"You told me he was safe!" my father exclaimed, his voice filled with anger and pain.

"He is, but he will be more sensitive to many things. He could develop severe allergies to more foods than the few he has now. I will test him slowly, monitoring each of his vital signs to determine which ones before exposing him. He must always have his medications with him in case of an emergency."

"That... that's fine, I can tolerate that. He'll just have a special diet," my father responded, trying to stay calm.

"It's not just that. What happened occurred at a very delicate moment in his development and... The prince... I can hardly detect his pheromones. In his blood, the amount of hormones detected is minimal. His glands suffered a lot of damage, Your Highness. The prince... he... he won't be able to have children."

Did you know that the first sense a person recovers when they start to wake up is hearing? I could hear them. I heard when the doctor informed my father. At that moment, I didn't fully understand the implications. Not until she approached me shortly after.

I was resting, still feeling extremely weak. But at least I could breathe. There was no heat. The pain in my body, which had previously felt like I was being torn apart from the inside, was now tolerable. I was lost in my dreams until I felt it. A cold hand gently moving the strands of hair on my forehead. And I sensed her scent. I turned sharply, my eyes wide open, and found her satisfied smile and cold gaze.

"Shhhh, calm down, everything is fine. I won't do anything to you," she whispered softly, making every hair on my skin stand on end. I slapped her hand away, trying to distance myself from her, increasingly terrified.

"What can I do to you? You're already so hurt. Poor you, Jeff. You look like a broken toy. I wonder, can you still be considered an omega? Omegas are defined by three main characteristics: they must be beautiful to look at, emit exquisite and sweet pheromones, and have the ability to bear offspring. You're... you're a bit cute, but not dazzling. And the other two... well, it's obvious you no longer have them. In any case, you'd be something like a defective omega. What use is one like that, really? It's almost like you're a beta, but extremely delicate. Who would have the patience to tolerate that? And what use is a prince who can't have offspring? It's so sad. Finding you a partner will be a lot of work. They'll probably be widowers who need someone to take care of their children. That is, if you don't want to be a burden. Calm down, calm down," she said as my tears started to flow. "We'll find someone for you. I'm personally taking care of you..."

I woke up with a start, my heart pounding, sweat beading profusely on my forehead. I tried to control my breathing. Inhale, exhale. It was... it was a nightmare, but at the same time... the tears started to flow again, blurring my eyes, but at the same time, it wasn't.

I was waiting for the tea prepared by Pean, trying in vain to concentrate on the book in my hands. But the letters were slipping away, and I could barely understand them.

Knock, knock. Way gently knocked on the door before entering.

"Hi, Jeff. I haven't been able to visit you, but I have good news," he said with contagious cheerfulness as he sat at the table in front of me, a mischievous smile lighting up his face.