Does a Disabled Omega Have to Be Forcibly Loved Too? (NPH) - Chapter 7: Alarm Clock

Chapter 7: Alarm Clock

Arnold’s first thought was of the insectoids.

He had just returned from the battlefield. Though he hadn’t been touched by the insectoids, their evolution had grown stranger and more bizarre in recent years.

If there really was an insectoid capable of releasing a gas that triggered aphrodisiac hallucinations in humans, it wasn’t impossible.

The Alpha’s refractory period passed in the dozen seconds his thoughts briefly wandered. His c0ck hardened again, but just as Arnold prepared to take control, the lights suddenly went out.

The dream plunged into darkness, his consciousness sank, and a familiar sound pierced through the dream.

“Ding-ling-ling—”

Arnold opened his eyes. The alarm clock was diligently doing its job.

The alarm was set for six fifteen in the morning, but he usually didn’t let it ring. His biological clock woke him at six.

Today, he was already fifteen minutes late compared to usual, yet he still felt the alarm rang too early.

If it had gone off a bit later, he could have dealt with his current morning erection.

Arnold took off his soaked underwear and tossed it into the laundry basket. Wet dreams hadn’t happened since his glands fully matured.

But his c0ck, which had ejaculated once in his sleep, still looked overly energetic. He had no intention of soothing it, though.

Arnold lifted his head. The reflection in the mirror seemed slightly different from usual.

It was like how his subordinates with Omegas looked when they returned from leave to accompany their Omegas through heat.

Arnold thought for a moment and decided he should get a physical checkup first, to ensure no lingering effects from an insectoid aphrodisiac gas remained in his system.

At seven thirty, another alarm went off.

Dinah woke up drenched in sweat.

The Omega Association’s dormitory maintained a constant temperature of twenty-six degrees year-round.

Only Omegas lived in this dorm, and their fragility was widely acknowledged. The dorm was built like a greenhouse, fitting the Alpha stereotype of Omegas perfectly.

Most importantly, the empire’s annual budget cuts never touched the Omega Association. Moderate extravagance became a necessity.

Thanks to the constant temperature, Dinah didn’t need a winter quilt. She used the same two blankets, one thick and one thin, all year.

But sweating this much from a dream was a first for her.

She showered and tossed her changed clothes into the washing machine. While waiting for the quick cycle to finish, she dug out a pheromone detector from the bottom of her drawer.

This was a small device Omegas and Alphas used to check if they were nearing heat or a susceptible period. They just placed it on the gland at the back of their neck, and the detector judged based on pheromone concentration.

Since most Omegas and Alphas couldn’t accurately sense tiny changes in their pheromones, there were occasional incidents of Omegas going into heat in public and causing chaos.

But every time Dinah used this device, it reported insufficient sample data.

She followed the instructions and placed it on her neck gland. The cold metal sensor made her shiver.

After waiting five seconds, she removed it. The device still showed an error—sometimes for insufficient sample, sometimes for sample confusion.

It seemed it had been stored too long and broken.

Dinah put the device away and searched Omega heat symptoms on her terminal.

They typically included elevated body temperature, full-body weakness, heightened lust, and a craving for Alpha pheromones to soothe them. Dinah checked each one and thought she might actually be in heat.

But it only happened once, and in a dream, directed at a stranger Alpha she’d met only briefly.

She couldn’t even smell his pheromones.

Dinah closed the search engine. The washing machine had just finished.

She hung the clothes one by one, tidied up, and left for work.

Because she spent an extra half hour showering and washing clothes, she arrived at the office right on time. Most others were already there.

The colleague who introduced her to Oliver saw Dinah arrive late and teased her with a sly grin. “Didn’t sleep well yesterday? It’s rare to see you this late.”

Before Dinah could answer, the colleague sniffed her scent first.

Adult Omegas could theoretically be with anyone, as long as they weren’t permanently marked by an unregistered Alpha.

But since the empire set adulthood at twenty, and Omegas entered the pheromone matching database at sixteen and could register marriage at eighteen, few adult Omegas remained unmarked.

Dinah, an exception, wouldn’t face issues even if she had done something with Oliver yesterday, as long as she wasn’t permanently marked.

Normally, after close physical contact between an Alpha and an Omega, the other’s pheromone scent lingered on their body. A shower couldn’t fully wash it away.

But the colleague sniffed for a while and said oddly, “I think I smell a hint of Alpha, but maybe not… weird.”

Dinah, of course, smelled nothing. “We just had dinner. Oliver was very respectful.”