Vailed Truths: The Chosen Omega

A Heartbreaking Accusation

The early morning light filtered softly through the curtains as Pon stirred from his sleep, still cocooned in the lingering warmth of Sailub's embrace. For a fleeting moment, he felt safe—wrapped in the scent of the Alpha who had protected him, who had given him a sense of security he hadn't felt in a long time.

But that peace was quickly shattered by the sharp, insistent ringing of his phone on the bedside table. Pon blinked groggily, his heart leaping into his throat as he reached for the device, still half-lost in the remnants of his Omega headspace. As the ringing persisted, anxiety curled tightly in his chest. He hesitated for just a moment before pressing the answer button, bringing the phone to his ear.

"Pon!" his manager's voice snapped through the line, loud and filled with barely-contained fury. "What the hell is going on with you?"

The harshness of the tone cut through the last remnants of Pon's sleepy haze, leaving him wide-eyed and trembling. His manager's words felt like blows, each one landing with the force of a thousand accusations.

"W-What...?" Pon stammered, his voice small and fearful.

"Don't play dumb with me, Pon!" his manager barked. "Have you seen what's going around on social media? You've been accused of sleeping with powerful people in the industry to get ahead! Do you have any idea what kind of damage this could do? Do you?!"

Pon's heart sank into his stomach as the words registered, each one more devastating than the last. The accusation was absurd, a complete fabrication, but the venom in his manager's voice made it clear that this wasn't just about the scandal—it was about the damage control they'd have to do, the endless battles with the press, the PR nightmare that would follow.

The words swirled in Pon's mind, mixing with the remnants of his Omega headspace. He was struggling to process everything, his thoughts jumbled and incoherent. All he could understand was that his manager was furious with him, that he had somehow messed up again, and that this was all his fault.

"I-I didn't... I would never—" Pon tried to explain, but his voice broke, his words drowned out by the angry tirade on the other end of the line.

"Save it!" his manager snapped. "This is going to be a disaster, Pon! The media is already feasting on this, and you're going to be in the middle of it whether you like it or not. You're going to have to make a statement, and it better be a good one, or we're finished. Do you hear me? Finished!"

The harshness of the words made Pon flinch, his body trembling uncontrollably. The fear he had felt the night before, the vulnerability of his Omega headspace, came rushing back with a vengeance. The only thing he could grasp was that someone he relied on was angry with him, and that realization sent a wave of cold terror through him.

Unconsciously, Pon began to release sad pheromones, his body reacting to the overwhelming fear and stress that had overtaken him. The scent was faint at first, but it quickly intensified, filling the room with the unmistakable fragrance of despair.

Downstairs, the conversation among the group had been light, if not entirely relaxed. Sailub, still somewhat preoccupied with thoughts of Pon, had been absently feeding his Omega breakfast, his attention only partially on the discussion. But when Pon's scent of fear and sadness hit him, he froze, his Alpha instincts immediately on high alert.

Michael, Pavel, Nut, and Ping all felt it too—the sudden shift in the air that set every nerve on edge. They looked at each other, alarm clear in their eyes, before turning their attention to Sailub, who was already on his feet, a fierce determination in his eyes.

"Something's wrong," Sailub growled, his voice filled with an intensity that left no room for doubt. Without waiting for a response, he strode toward the stairs, his steps quick and purposeful.

Garfield, who had been standing guard nearby, noticed the change immediately. He didn't need to ask what was happening; he could smell the distress, the fear radiating from the Omega upstairs. "I'll follow," he said curtly, moving to accompany Sailub up the stairs.

By the time Sailub reached the bedroom, his heart was pounding in his chest. He could hear Pon's muffled voice through the door, trembling and broken. The sound sent a surge of protectiveness through him, his Alpha instincts roaring to life. He didn't bother knocking—he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Pon was sitting on the bed, clutching the phone to his ear with white-knuckled fingers. His face was pale, his eyes wide and filled with tears that threatened to spill over at any moment. The sight of him so fragile, so frightened, made Sailub's heart ache.

Pon didn't even notice Sailub's presence at first, too caught up in the panic and fear that had taken hold of him. His manager's voice continued to berate him through the phone, the words only adding to the distress that was rapidly spiraling out of control.

But Sailub wasn't about to let that continue.

He crossed the room in two long strides, reaching out to gently but firmly take the phone from Pon's trembling hand. Pon looked up at him, his eyes wide with confusion and fear, and for a moment, he looked like a lost child—terrified and desperate for reassurance.

Sailub ended the call with a single, decisive press of the button, his jaw clenched in anger. He didn't care who was on the other end or what they had to say. Right now, all that mattered was the Omega in front of him.

Without a word, Sailub pulled Pon into his arms, holding him close as the Omega's small frame shook with fear. Pon buried his face in Sailub's chest, his hands clutching at the fabric of the Alpha's shirt as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded. The flood of sad pheromones only grew stronger, wrapping around Sailub and filling him with a deep, burning need to protect and comfort his Omega.

"It's okay, Pon," Sailub murmured softly, his voice gentle but firm. "I'm here. You're safe."

Pon didn't respond with words—he simply pressed closer, seeking the warmth and safety that Sailub's presence provided. The terror that had gripped him so fiercely was slowly beginning to ebb away, replaced by a fragile sense of security. The Alpha's scent surrounded him, calming him, soothing the storm inside his mind.

Downstairs, the rest of the group had gathered at the base of the stairs, their concern evident. They could feel the intensity of the emotions coming from the room above, the weight of Pon's fear hanging heavily in the air.

Pooh and Benz, who had been waiting anxiously, exchanged worried glances, their hearts sinking at the realization that something was seriously wrong. They knew Pon better than anyone, and the thought of him being this vulnerable, this scared, was almost too much to bear.

Garfield, who had been poised to follow Sailub, paused at the top of the stairs, his expression grim. He looked down at the others, his voice low but firm. "Stay here. Sailub's got this."

They wanted to argue, to rush upstairs and be with Pon, but they knew Garfield was right. Sailub was the only one who could help Pon right now, the only one who could calm the storm raging inside him.

Sailub held Pon tightly, not loosening his grip for even a moment as the Omega continued to tremble in his arms. He could feel the full force of Pon's sadness, the way it clung to him like a second skin. It was unbearable—knowing that someone had hurt his Omega this deeply, that someone had made him feel so frightened and alone.

"I'm here, baby," Sailub whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm not going anywhere."

Pon's sobs finally began to subside, his breathing evening out as he clung to the Alpha who had become his anchor in the storm. Sailub's presence, his warmth, his scent—it was all Pon needed to feel safe again.

But as Pon's tears dried, Sailub's resolve hardened. Whoever was responsible for this—whoever had dared to spread lies about Pon, to make him feel this way—they would pay. Sailub would make sure of it.

For now, though, all that mattered was Pon. Sailub would protect him, no matter what.

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