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Chapter 5 : Trip to Alexandria

"So you're an omega..." Negan was ashamed to admit that the idea hadn't even crossed his mind. How was he so oblivious to it? It all made sense now.

Carl hated the way Negan said it. He wanted to deny it so badly and without even thinking, that's exactly what he did, "N-no."

Negan was stunned and, honestly, a little amused. How can Carl lie about it? As if it wasn't so evident that's exactly what he was. Negan scoffed, "Yes. You are."

"You're an Omega." Negan stated it like a fact, because that's exactly what it was. A fact. The cold, hard truth.

"I'm not! Don't say that shit word!" Carl angrily stood up from the couch only to have to grip the rest a second later; trying to find his balance as his legs shook beneath him. He groaned in frustration. He could feel that unwelcome heat in his stomach.

The truth hurt sometimes.

Negan didn't like hearing Carl lie right to his face, but even so, he could feel his eyes soften a little seeing the boy struggle. He debated going over to help Carl up, but thought better of it once he took a breath, inhaling the alluring pheromones. He could smell the boy so strongly even from here. He smelled like citrus and pine and something just inexplicably Carl. It smelled unfairly good. A part of Negan wanted to get closer and scent him—No. He had to control himself.

Control. That should be an easy thing for him to do. Negan was always in control. He's had the unfortunate pleasure of being in the presence of Omegas during a heat before. All of those times though, he never lost control, never forced himself on anyone, and always left when he knew he should.

This felt different than those times. Carl's heat was still mostly suppressed and yet Negan still felt a sickeningly strong urge to... do something he shouldn't to the boy.

He took a deep breath—bad idea. Negan immediately caught a whiff of the boy's intoxicating scent.

"Ah Mmh—" Carl gripped the rest tighter as a wave of euphoria hit him. It was so strong; so sudden. He knew it had to do with the older Alpha in the room. His suppressants were failing. Negan... he smelled so—mmh—so good. Carl grit his teeth as he felt another wave hit him, this time, even harder. He leaned further forward into the couch. He needed... the suppressants. Yeah, that's what he needed. He needed to take them before it was too late. Before he was too far gone. Carl takes another deep breath, one filled with Alpha pheromones, Negan's scent, A

and—yep—just like that, he was goner.

Negan has to physically turn away from the sight. He threw a gloved hand over his face and tried to will his urges down. He needed to do something and fast. Negan knew he should go but he couldn't leave Carl alone. One of his men could just waltz in and take what was his... wait, his? All these pheromones must be getting to him.

It seemed like the boy was just a newborn Omega. Was this his first heat? Oh no, this isn't good. Negan growled. He wanted it. He wanted to mate this Omega. Claim his first heat. Claim him as his.

Stop it. The boy is too young! What's wrong with him? He had to put a stop to this.

Carl collapsed on the sofa, out of breath. Negan regarded him for a moment before forcing his gaze away. He had to focus. He looked around the room until his eyes caught what he was looking for. He went over to the discarded pill bottle on the floor. He must've dropped them after all this chaos started. Negan fumbled with the lid for a moment, his hands shaking. 'God, get a grip! What's wrong with you?!' Negan wants to curse at himself.