The Alpha's Omega

CHAPTER 10: THE DEPTHS OF CHANGE

The days following Pete's transformation were a tumultuous mix of intense emotions and deep confusion. Pete, once a stable and confident beta, now found himself grappling with feelings that threatened to overwhelm him at every turn. The physical changes were undeniable, but it was the shift in his emotions and behavior that truly frightened him. He felt as though his entire identity was unraveling, leaving him exposed and vulnerable in ways he had never imagined.

Pete awoke one morning to the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. His body was slick with sweat, his muscles tense as though preparing for a fight or flight. But there was no threat, no danger—only an insatiable longing that gnawed at him from the inside out. He sat up in bed, his breathing ragged, and reached out instinctively for the space beside him where Vegas usually lay. But the bed was cold, and Vegas was nowhere to be seen.

The emptiness of the room only amplified the ache in Pete's chest. He needed Vegas, needed his touch, his scent, his presence. It was a need that went beyond physical desire—it was primal, visceral, and all-consuming.

"Vegas..." Pete's voice was a broken whisper, his lips trembling as he uttered the name. His hand clenched the sheets as if to anchor himself, but it was no use. The need was too strong, too overpowering. He felt like he was losing his grip on reality, spiraling into a void where nothing made sense except the aching, desperate need to be with Vegas.

Meanwhile, across the mansion, Vegas was deep in thought, surrounded by ancient texts and scrolls. He had noticed the changes in Pete—the way he seemed more fragile, more dependent, his emotions swinging wildly from one extreme to another. It was unlike anything Vegas had ever seen, and it worried him deeply. Pete had always been the steady one, the rock that Vegas could rely on. Now, it seemed as though the roles had reversed, and Vegas found himself in uncharted territory, struggling to understand what was happening to the man he loved.

Vegas's study was filled with the faint smell of old parchment and ink, the air heavy with the weight of history. He had spent hours poring over obscure records, desperate to find some explanation for Pete's transformation. The more he read, the more he realized how rare—how almost mythical—this transformation was. There were only scattered references, whispered legends of a phenomenon that occurred once in a lifetime, or perhaps even less frequently.

His phone buzzed on the desk, pulling him out of his thoughts. Vegas glanced at the screen, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw Pete's name. He could tell immediately that something was wrong. Pete never called him this early in the morning, especially not when they were both in the same house.

Vegas answered quickly, his voice tense with concern. "Pete? What's wrong?"

There was a pause on the other end, and then Pete's voice came through, trembling and fragile. "Vegas... I need you. Please... just come back to me."

Vegas didn't hesitate. "I'm on my way," he said, already moving toward the door. The urgency in Pete's voice had sent a spike of fear through him. He couldn't afford to waste any time.

When Vegas reached the bedroom, he found Pete curled up in the middle of the bed, his body trembling, his face pale and drawn. The sight tore at Vegas's heart. Pete, who had always been so strong, now looked so small, so vulnerable. Vegas crossed the room in a few quick strides and sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to cup Pete's face in his hands.

"Pete," Vegas said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "What's happening? Talk to me."

Pete's eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of fear and confusion that Vegas had never seen before. "I don't know," Pete whispered, his voice barely audible. "I can't control it, Vegas. I feel like I'm losing myself. I need you... I need you here, with me."