Men do not lactate. There was no way on earth a man could lactate. Every test I ran told me I was fine. Every doctors feared looking at me in a normal way. So I began hiding. Began hiding the fact that I used to be a man whom every girls used to look up to as a man. And this things started happening to me the day I met him. Fine. Handsome. Tall. Taller than me in every ways. And even more manlier. God. He was the kind of man whom I thought would never exist. Too fine, too handsome, too intimidating to be of this world. I realized I was starting to get attracted to him. An attraction that was never supposed to be there in the first place. And the very day I drew closer to him was the day my lactation started.

Everyone have their own secrets to keep. But one question is..... How can we trust anyone if we keep on lying? Bek was an omega hybrid living in human clothing, taking suppressants while trying to mask off his scent. But someone noticed. Giovanni an S-class Alpha cursed with constant painful shifting was his mate. Secrets were never meant to say hidden forever, not when you have one of your closest person betraying you under the blink of an eye. Will there still be love and trust when secrets finally surface showing the two sides who they truly are?

The very day he walked into the classroom I knew my life would never be the same again. Either ruined, or molded back into something nothing it never was. Those eyes, bright like the moon- intimidating as the sun kept me pinned on my seat. I couldn't stop thinking about him, couldn't understand the pull in my chest when he spoke. I tear my gaze away anytime those eyes turned to me, pretending I was listening to his lecture. But I wasn't. I was listening to his voice. Deep and thick and predatory, measuring every syllable like it was a threat. And why- why did that thought make my heart beat faster? Men aren't supposed to call men hot while their heart fluster.