"That's enough, we have to send him out of here" He heard his mother say as they stood in the alleyway, towering over a figure, sprawled on the floor, sorrounded in a pool of blood. She gripped her husband's left arm, her husband staring at the body with an unending fury in his eyes. His fist folded up, raised and covered in blood...blood that came from him and from the man he had seemingly killed.
Nile stared innocently, hands folded behind him, what had he done? He had just had a man killed due to his silly games!. The actual truth of the whole fucking matter was that it wasn't what his parents thought it actually was...it was an intentional deed from his part and he surely had wanted every inch of the dead man before him... because why not? He was incredibly hot after all.
But his plan crumbled as his father traces him to the alleyway, following the scent of his extraordinary pheromones...a scent so pure and sweet that he was automatically certified a danger to Alpha were-folks on the day of his birth.
Now he was fifteen, using the pheromones in his Arsenal, he bent Alphas where ever he went and he caused chaos as he walked. And that has always been his life...An agent of pure seduction.
But as they say everyday for the thief one day for the owner...and on that fateful afternoon he was caught in the deed...but his father didn't think he was the cause....oh no... Besides how could thier sweet innocent Nalia who knew nothing about the world do that? But he knew the truth and so did the man....and so when he saw his father walk in, exuding those dangerous pheromones...he screamed "rape!" and in a blink of an eye, the man was taking numerous strong hits on his face...
He heard the bones crunch and his skin making a squelching sound as he raised his fists to deliver another one immediately after....at the end the boy was left dead with a disfigured face.
"Too bad" Nalia thought as he looked at the man, "too bad i didn't get it in the end"
He literally forgot who and what he dad was, his father was the a part of a special alpha breed called "Ultimates", Alpha breeds who bore the purest form of the Alpha genes, undented by the blood of other breeds and there were only thirty of them in the whole world...his father happened to be the top Five of these people.
It was really a shame that Lord Branston's first child and son turned out to be an Omega...and like every father, he was expected to toss this one aside and breed once more for the perfect heir, but he refused to that, sure...he was going to have other children but he needed to protect this one...this child he deemed to be vulnerable. Tossing him aside would only cause problems for everyone... including him, a child like that would not survive long in the world.
That was his opinion though. Nalia was anything but a sweet innocent Angel they made him out to be. He was as hypersexual as it could get and an actual predator...he tormented men with his pheromones and made them kneel to him!.
What was he motivation you might ask, but it's simply nothing....He just did it for the fun of it.
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"You are going to a boarding school Nalii is that okay with you?" Nalia's mom, Clarissa said as she caressed his hair, his head on her lap.
On hearing those words he beamed... boarding school! The perfect place for him. Exactly what he needed at the moment.
He turned his head to look at his mom, feigning a pity face as if he was against the decision he said
"but mom i don't want to be far away from you guys" she smiled and thought of how cute and "innocent" her perfectly created son was.
Clarissa adored her child, not just as a mother but as a fan, almost as if she worshipped him, she honestly couldn't believe that she birthed a pure unique breed like him and would most of the times brag about how eye watering her son was.
"Awnn, nal...you won't be away forever, there will be visitings and holidays! And fun fact; i am a respected alumni in the school so getting to see you won't be a problem" she said, she felt closer to her son at that moment, than any other moments they ever had together.
A mixed gender school? Omg? Nile hated that idea...he needed where he would rule solo although most of the girls won't pose more of a challenge, he didn't want to try his luck. Because for every male omega, there is a stronger female omega at the forefront, and one thing about Nile; he hated a fair competition. He loved being in a situation where he automatically won.
He needed to do something! And fast!. He thought of telling his father all about the ordeal....but his mom was easier to talk to anyways so he told her plainly;
"i think a unisex school is better for me" he said blantly and the mother laughed wildly.
"oh Nile, you know, i have been trying to ignore your excesses for a very long time and now i have to address it" she said in a serious tone and Nile immediately sprang up from his lying position.
What the fuck? Somehow she knew? Or was she just bluffing?
"oh no need to be alarmed sweet, i am your mother remember?" she said smiling keenly while Nile gagged in succession.
"uh...." he trailed off, his thoughts running around harzardly, he needed to calm down, he needed to breathe, not she catching up to his schemes?.
"what's wrong, cat got your tounge?" she said and stood up, her hand fan spread gracefully over her lips, she maintained a serene composure.
"Every knowledgeable Omega has caught on to your schemes... literally every Omega in town. You don't see any randos spreading thier pheromones around as if it was a common commodity. Let's face it you are old enough now to know what you're doing and i am very disappointed in you" she said and Nile felt himself withdraw into his shell, he didn't see this coming...not now, not ever.
"But don't worry, i am in full support baby, you are afterall your mother's son. How else did you think i bagged a wonderful man like your dad?" she said giggling and instantly Nile's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that...his mother being a whore as much as he was.
He giggled along and fell into a full blown chatter, she stopped suddenly and fell into a stern look, He immediately locked in.
"but no unwanted trobules okay?"
"okay mum"
"good i will talk to your father"
She said, patted his head and walked off elegantly, her gown flowing with every step.