Omega Scent

2. Cooking for the arrogant Alpha

In the end, it was Zac who cleaned up Jeremiah's vomit on the floor. He sneered, "Seriously, is he really allergic to being touched too?"

Then Zac remembered something.

"Wait! I didn't touch him! Why is he throwing up? I didn't release my pheromones either."

Zac sniffed the air, no pheromone smell, just the disgusting smell of bile.

After he finished tidying up the mess and mopping the floor clean, Zac wiped his sweaty forehead. He looked upstairs, right where Jeremiah's room was. The door was tightly closed.

Zac was sure the reason Alpha came down this afternoon was to do something. He dropped a pot of water, did he want to cook noodles?

Oh, forget it. Rich people can't possibly eat instant noodles!

With no sign of Jeremiah leaving the room, a hungry Zac cooks for himself. In the kitchen of the house, there are various kinds of fresh and instant food ingredients. Everything is complete in the kitchen cupboard. Zac chose to make an omelette.

After eating half of his not-so-bad cooking, he was a bit lost in thought. He remembered Jeremiah who was pale and weak, then he remembered Seth saying that Alpha was sick.

"Should I make him some food? But with his personality, he'll throw my food in the trash as soon as he sees it!" Zac snorted.

In the end Zac didn't cook for the Alpha.

Once in the room, he took out his phone, and looked at Seth's contact number before hesitating to call him.

"Zac, is there a problem?" The Beta man's stern voice shook Zac slightly.

"Hm, well ... you said that Jeremiah was sick, didn't you? Didn't anyone deliver food for him? I mean, isn't there a maid here?"

Zac heard a rustling in there and thought that Seth might be busy.

"You didn't cook for him?" Seth asked back.

"He said forget the idea."

"What?"

Zac tsked. "He won't eat my cooking, he said even if I cook for him he won't. He told me to forget the idea of ​​cooking."

"Oh." A small chuckle escaped, which sounded soft in Zac's ears.

He tucked his slightly long hair behind his ear. "Not that I care or anything. But I wouldn't want to be accused of being a murderer if he suddenly starved to death in his room, would I? I wanted to avoid trouble."

"I see," said Seth. "If you can cook porridge, please make it for him. He doesn't say that because he doesn't want to, but he's just a little prestige and shy."

Shy?

Are they even discussing the same person?

"I can't go there right now because I have work to take care of. You can help me, right? I'll call him and ask him to eat." Seth continued.

Zac weighed whether he should agree to help him. Indeed the contract said that his job was to do housework, but Seth said if he could cook that would be great. The problem was that he didn't want to do anything pointless.

In this case, if he had bothered to cook and the Alpha was wasting his food it would be inhumane.

Zac sighed.

"Do you mind?" Seth asked, surprise in his voice.

Zac bit his lip. "There's one more thing I wanted to ask you. Is he allergic to touch too?"

"No."

"..."

"Why do you ask such thing?"

"He threw up when he was around me this afternoon. But I don't think I touched him at all. I didn't release my pheromones either. What's the problem?"

Actually, Zac hated remembering this. Especially the disgusted expression that Alpha showed. But since he was going to be staying here for quite a while, he needed some important information.

H would assume that he was taking care of a big spoiled baby.

Seth mumbled for a long time. "Shouldn't be possible. He's just allergic to pheromones. Touching Omega doesn't make him allergic."

"Oh, okay." Zac sighed.

"Anything else? If something's still bothering you, don't hesitate to call me." Seth said sincerely.

This man is really mature, gentle and dreamy——what a shame he's Beta.

"Mn. I'll call you later."

After the connection was closed, Zac went to take a shower and made sure he was completely fresh and smelled of soap. He even added perfume to completely disguise the slight pheromone smell.

By the way, his heat is coming soon. Should it be this month? Zac forgot.

Maybe he should tell Jeremiah? Ah, forget it. He'd better tell Seth later.

Zac went into the kitchen and looked for groceries in the cupboard. There were so many vegetables, Zac was at a loss to choose. He ended up taking mushrooms, carrots, potatoes, then shrimp and chicken breast fillets too.

All ingredients are mixed together with boiled rice with broth. Once he was done, he gave it a little try. When he was sure it was edible, he put it on the dining table. Then he peeked upstairs.

"Now how do I get him down?" Zac muttered in annoyance.

If he went straight up, Jeremiah who saw him would throw up again. No! He didn't want to imagine it!

He immediately messaged Seth.

[The food is ready.] [Photo]

Zac is not a great photographer, but at least the camera shots are good. He sent two photos of the porridge bowl.

Seth's reply was very quick, [I told him to come down to eat.]

There was a voice on the doorknob, Zac immediately backed away and hid. He replied to Seth's message, [He wants to eat my cooking?]

Seth: [I said someone bought the porridge for him.]

Yes.

Good reason.

But Zac was a bit disappointed. The porridge was his and it had to be recognized as someone else's cooking? If Jeremiah complimented how good the porridge turned out to be, the credit wouldn't go to him!

After a while, he saw Jeremiah finally coming down. He was wearing a singlet at the moment, but his curves were still visible. If Zac looked more closely, Alpha's shape wasn't bad; he's tall, exotic skin, athletic too, and those biceps and triceps ... yeah, not bad. Moreover, he is also handsome.

The only bad thing is the character!

This man might be the true definition of a badboy!

"Uh. This taste is awful." And the badboy on the other end was sticking his tongue out, picking up his phone and calling, "Seth, where did you buy this food? It's so salty! You want to give me high blood pressure?"

Zac's brow twitched.

He rubbed his chest, trying to hold back his anger.

"Tell these porridge sellers that they have to close and they don't have to sell anymore!" Jeremiah hung up the call, snorting in annoyance.

The man didn't leave after that, just stared blankly at Zac's porridge. He stared at the porridge for a long time, then snorted. He finally lifted the bowl to dump its contents.

This time Zac approached him. "Hey! Hey! What are you going to do? What are you going to do with that food?!"

Hearing a voice behind him, Jeremiah flinched, putting the bowl back down. Instead he backed away.

"Why you are here?" he asked frantically.

Zac found Jeremiah's eyes glaring at him as if he were a ghost who would make his life miserable. This made Zac even more eager to move closer to him.

"Back off. I said back off!" Jeremiah crashed into the cupboard behind him, his legs weak. "What are you going to do?"

"What am I going to do?" Zac repeated deliberately. "Sir, you forgot there is a beautiful Omega in your house? If there is an Alpha and Omega in the same room alone. What do you think will happen?"

The tone Zac used was the one he used to tease the Alphas in night club.

Subtle, yet seductive.

This was so effective for Jeremiah that immediately the thoughts ran wild in his head and his stomach immediately churned. He pointed at Zac warningly.

"You ... you don't think about harassing me in my house!"

Zac froze.

Harassing? Who is harassing whom? Can a smaller Omega be able to harass a large Alpha like himself?

This Alpha man's brain is not right!

Jeremiah, who was feeling traumatized, couldn't think straight. Omega is the creature he hates the most, he doesn't hate their personality or character, he hates it because Omega unknowingly makes him suffer. The smell of their pheromones, why is it so rotten?!

"What do you want? I'll give you everything, but don't come near me." Jeremiah tried to negotiate.

Zac replied, "I just wanted to see you finish this meal."

"..." Jeremiah felt this Omega toying with him. "The food is awful. Just eat it yourself."

"Awful?" Zac raised an eyebrow. "You dare say my cooking is awful?"

"You made it? Who told you to cook it? I never asked okay?"

Zac's patience is running out. He turned to take the bowl and approached Jeremiah again. "Eat this. Hurry up!"

"Don't wanna! Back off!" Jeremiah ran across the table, and Zac was on the other side of the table. "If I had to eat that food every day, I would definitely die. Do you really want to kill me?"

What the hell did he say?

Harass? Kill? Does he think Zac is a criminal?

Zac is still holding his emotions well. He smiled lopsidedly. "Choose; do you want to finish this porridge or inhale my pheromone scent?"

"..."

"Come on, choose." Zac insisted.

Jeremiah looked back at the bowl that had been placed on the table. Then looked at Zac with annoyance.

"Why are you threatening me? What is your real intention to do this? I don't want it so I really don't want to! I didn't ask you to cook. Why did you do it? I have paid you! I am your master!" Jeremiah immediately came back to his senses at the word pheromone.

"Yes, that's right, you are my master." Zac wasn't offended at all by the words, still pressing. "Come on, choose first."

Jeremiah desperately wanted to curse this brave Omega. He should have known from the start that this man had no heart at all. Unfortunately, if Jeremiah fought back now, Zac would use his weakness to take him down.

Taking a shaky breath, Jeremiah relented. "Fine. I'll eat that. Now go away."

"How can I be sure you'll eat it?"

Jeremiah didn't answer with words, he took one mouthful of porridge, then another mouthful and a few more mouthfuls.

Zac looked at him with satisfaction. "We will live together and I will cook for you every day. Why be so arrogant?"

"..." Jeremiah wanted to throw the bowl at him.

"Relax. Even though my cooking isn't so good. It's not bad either. It won't kill you."

"You don't have to cook anymore."

"Why not?" Zac pretended to be surprised. "In the employment contract, I have to do the chores here, of course cooking is one of them."

Jeremiah held his mouth as hard as he could as he suffered from the salty porridge. But he could still stare at Zac with hatred. "You just have to pretend to be a lover in front of my mother. There's no need for anything else!"

"How could it be like that? If I don't serve you well, your mother will suspect that you hired me from the street. Who knew your mother would suddenly come and see us fighting like this?"

"..." Jeremiah was at a loss for words.

"Come on, you pay me a lot of money. Repaying it this way is my forte. You can take a picture of my cooking and post it. Tell that your boyfriend make you the meal, then arrange for only your mother to see. That's called a good play."

Jeremiah thought it made sense.

"Okay. But I have another request."

Zac in a satisfied mood replied, "Say it."

Jeremiah didn't look at Zac at all as he said, his voice low in warning, "Don't come near me less than five meters. Your smell makes me want to throw up. Got it?"

"..." Zac is really going to poison this Alpha's food tomorrow!

tbc.