Silver's POV
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"You may have won this round, ciming Champ for yourself, but don't think for a second that I'm done with the two of you. I refuse to accept this defeat, not after the way you both ganged up on me!" I muttered, gripping my phone tightly as I watched them from afar.
A fatal mistake. You both made a terrible mistake. Because now, I have proof—something I can use to bring your downfall.
"I will make sure that the title of Alpha King belongs to me, Deux..." I murmured with a sly smile while looking at the photo I captured. "And in the end, Champ... you'll be mine."
My fingers curled around my phone, my grip tightening as rage simmered within me.
Taking a deep breath, I turned on my heels, my mind already weaving the next steps of my pn. That was when I spotted a group of beta staff from a news station, seemingly searching for something—or someone.
A slow smirk stretched across my lips.
This is going to be fun.
I approached them casually, and their eyes immediately nded on me.
"From one of the most powerful Alpha families—Silver!" a female beta reporter gasped as she stepped forward, her voice ced with excitement.
I remained composed, standing tall, exuding nothing but calm control.
"What are your thoughts on the recently concluded Alpha Territory Treasure Hunt Competition? Everyone expected you to win, but... it seems the tides have turned," she asked, her words barely hiding the insult.
For a fleeting second, I envisioned tearing this reporter apart for daring to humiliate me. But no—I had to hold back.
I couldn't let my pns fall apart.
"I only have one thing to say—I did my best." I fshed a calcuted smile.
"And what do you think about the Alpha who won? Any message for him?" she pressed.
The cameras. The lights. The microphone. All eyes were on me.
I smirked. In my mind, I toyed with the idea of exposing Champ's little secret. A single sentence, and everything could crumble.
"The one who won?" I mused. "An Alpha?"
"Yes! His name is Champ, isn't it?" the reporter prompted.
"Ah, yes. Champ... The Alpha. Such a brave Alpha," I said smoothly, feigning admiration. "But why don't you ask him yourself? I'm sure you're here at the university to interview him, aren't you?"
"Of course! Have you seen where Champ is?" she asked eagerly.
And at that, my grin widened.
Oh, this was going to be perfect.
Just imagine the headlines—the Alpha Prince and Champ, caught in a rather... intimate position. And better yet, imagine the scandal when they find Deux marking his so-called 'Alpha' in front of everyone.
Delicious.
"He's at the open field, just behind the main building," I said smoothly. "I think he's resting there... with the Alpha Prince."
The reporter's eyes lit up with excitement.
"This is great! We'll get to interview both the Alpha Prince and Champ!" she excimed before she and her crew rushed off, eager for their big scoop.
And I?
I simply stood there, my smile sharp, my eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Hmm... this game is far from over."
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Jiggs' POV
"Hmm? I was told Champ's interview is happening here at the university today," I muttered as I stepped out of the cafeteria, bancing a chocote milkshake for myself and a cookies and cream one for Champ.
Wouldn't want him saying I never treat him, haha!
I pnned to head back to the open field, knowing that's where he was training with the four beta males—after I ran away from him because, well... teasing him was too much fun.
As I walked, I spotted the four beta males chatting among themselves.
"Marsh!" I called out, and they all turned to me before approaching. "Training's done?"
"Yeah, we left Master Champ in the open field. Master Deux showed up," Marsh replied.
"Oh, so it's just the two of them now?" I asked.
"Yeah, they said they had something to talk about."
"Ohh, private time, huh? Haha!" I teased, then gnced at the smoothie in my hand. "Oh well, you guys can have this instead. I was gonna give it to Champ, but looks like he's... busy."
Marsh happily grabbed the cookies and cream shake, and after a quick goodbye, we parted ways.
I casually sipped my chocote milkshake, deciding to stroll around for a bit—until my day took a sudden turn for the worse.
Because there, walking by himself, muttering under his breath like a lunatic, was none other than Silver.
He didn't see me, but I sure saw him.
"Is he actually crazy now? Who's he even talking to?" I whispered to myself.
A few moments ter, as I kept watching him—totally not stalking, just observing for safety reasons—I noticed a group of reporters arriving. They looked like they were searching for someone.
Champ. They were obviously looking for Champ for his interview.
But guess who just shoved himself into the spotlight?
Silver.
I shook my head in disbelief. This was supposed to be Champ's moment! Not Silver's! The guy didn't even win the competition, yet there he was, stealing screen time like an attention-starved vilin.
I was about to walk up and politely correct the situation when I overheard his conversation with the reporters.
"Ah, I saw Champ in the open field, just behind the main building. I think he's resting there... with the Alpha Prince."
The reporter's eyes practically sparkled with excitement.
"Oh! This is perfect! We can interview the Alpha Prince and Champ together!" she excimed before rushing off with her crew.
And then it hit me.
Champ is in the open field—
Deux is in the open field—
Champ is an Omega—
Deux is an Alpha—
They're alone in the open field.—
My brain short-circuited.
My throat went dry. My eyes went wide. Oh no.
Oh no, no, no, no.
I dropped my chocote milkshake—a tragedy, really, but I had bigger problems now.
Because I just realized something.
Silver just sent an entire news crew straight to where an Alpha and an Omega were ALONE.
And knowing Deux? Oh, dear heavens above.
If Deux had already done it—if Champ was already—if things were already—
Arrggh!
Maybe Deux is impregnating Champ right now after knowing he is an Omega!
Too much things going inside my mind!
I sprinted like my life depended on it.
No—like Champ's dignity depended on it.
Like our entire future depended on it.
Like I was the main character of an Olympic-level sports anime.
I had to reach them before the reporters did.
I just prayed to all the gods listening that Deux hadn't already gotten Champ pregnant.
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Champ's POV
"D-Deux... nghh!" I barely managed to utter as I felt his fangs sinking into my neck.
His warm lips pressed against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
And just as I was about to fully accept my fate—marked and cimed by this Alpha prince—
"CHAMP!"
A loud, familiar voice rang out in the distance.
Like a ghost getting exorcised, my soul practically shot back into my body, and in pure panic, I shoved Deux off me. Hard. Too hard. Hard enough that I accidentally hit his fresh wounds.
"Deux! Sorry!" I gasped.
"Champ!" Jiggs wheezed as he finally reached us, looking like he'd just sprinted across the entire university.
I gnced at Deux. His expression? Pure murder. He was gring at Jiggs like he wanted to tear him apart, limb by limb. If looks could kill, Jiggs would've been reduced to ashes by now.
I could tell Deux was absolutely livid because his perfect moment had been so rudely interrupted.
Maybe... maybe it wasn't time for this yet.
"Cha-Champ! Haa! Haaa!" Jiggs panted, gripping his knees, completely oblivious to the impending doom looming over him.
"Jiggs!" Deux growled, his voice dripping with irritation. "You ruined my momentum! If you weren't Champ's friend, you'd be a dead man by now!"
"Okay, okay, but—" Jiggs heaved, still trying to catch his breath. "Why... the hell... were you two on top of each other?"
Deux opened his mouth to answer, but I was faster.
"He tripped! Landed on me!" I blurted out.
"Oh, really?" Jiggs smirked, finally standing up straight. "He tripped, and what? His face just accidentally nded right on your neck? Is that how it works now?"
"Jiggs! Are you here just to annoy me?!" I snapped.
"Say the word, Champ," Deux muttered, cracking his knuckles ominously. "I'll get rid of him right now."
Jiggs flinched and took a step back. "W-Wait, hold on! You should be thanking me!"
Deux raised an eyebrow. "And why, exactly, should I be grateful to you?"
Jiggs smirked. "Because if I hadn't interrupted, you two would've been caught red-handed."
"...Caught?"
Jiggs jerked a thumb behind him, and that's when we saw them—an entire swarm of reporters approaching like hungry wolves.
"Oh, great," Deux muttered, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, you're welcome," Jiggs huffed, still a little out of breath. "If I hadn't gotten here first, the next big headline would've been 'Two Alpha Males Caught in a Heated Embrace in the Open Field!'"
"WE WERE NOT EMBRACING!" Deux and I yelled in unison.
"What are they even doing here?" Deux grumbled.
"Oh, you know," Jiggs waved a hand dismissively. "Champ won the competition, so today's his big interview. Oh, and Silver might've had a tiny hand in sending the reporters here."
Deux's jaw clenched. "Of course that bastard would pull something like this. He won't stop until he wins."
I sighed. "Your cousin, Deux, is really something. You're both ridiculously stubborn. The only difference is, he's more of a pain in the ass."
And before we could even process what was happening, the reporters descended.
Bright lights. Fshing cameras. Microphones practically being shoved into my mouth.
It was chaos.
Their questions overpped, a tangled mess of words I couldn't even begin to decipher. My head started spinning. My vision blurred from all the fshing lights—
Until—
"SHUT. UP."
Deux's voice boomed across the field.
Instant silence.
It was as if time itself froze. No one moved. No one even breathed. Even Jiggs instinctively hid behind me like a scared puppy.
Deux took a step forward, eyes burning with an icy gre. "If you don't leave my sight in the next five seconds, I will destroy every single one of your precious cameras."
The reporters collectively gulped. Their hands visibly trembled. Even though they desperately wanted to interview me, none of them dared defy Deux.
"Leave. Now."
And just like that, they scattered.
I let out a heavy sigh. "Okay, okay, maybe that was a bit much, Deux. They just wanted an interview."
"They deserved it!" Deux huffed. "Besides, my patience was already running thin the moment this guy showed up." He jabbed a finger at Jiggs.
Jiggs, being Jiggs, immediately ducked behind me again.
Deux turned away. "Maybe next time, Champ. When we're alone—with no pests around."
Jiggs peeked out. "Uh... is he calling me a pest?"
"Yes."
"Rude."
Deux shook his head and started walking off.
"I'll meet you up ter..."
"Wait—where are we supposed to meet?" I called after him.
No answer.
Just Deux disappearing into the distance, probably still fuming over everything that had just happened.
Jiggs snorted. "Wow. He really said 'meet me ter' and then didn't tell you where? Cssic."
I sighed. "I hate how cool he thinks he is sometimes."
Then, just when I thought Jiggs was finally done being annoying—
"Uh, Champ?"
"What now?"
"Your neck."
I stiffened. "...What about it?"
Jiggs grinned like the devil himself. "It's red. Really red."
Instinctively, I spped a hand over my neck and backed away. "It's nothing!"
Jiggs crossed his arms. "Oh yeah? A nothing that looks suspiciously like—"
"A mosquito bite!" I cut him off.
Jiggs raised an eyebrow. "The biggest damn mosquito I've ever seen."
"JUST SHUT UP AND LET'S GO TALK TO THE REPORTERS!" I snapped.
Jiggs just ughed, shaking his head as he followed me. "Man, you're so easy to mess with."
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The moment Jiggs and I stepped outside the university gates, the battlefield had already shifted. Instead of rival Alphas, we were now up against a horde of reporters—armed with microphones, fshing cameras, and an insatiable thirst for drama.
The second they spotted us, they charged, questions flying in from all directions like a hailstorm.
"Hold it! Hold it!" I yelled, throwing up my hands like a referee about to call a foul. "Can we all take a deep breath and do this like civilized people? I'll answer everything, but one at a time, alright?"
That seemed to work—miraculously. The reporters exchanged nods, and the first one fired away.
"Champ! What are your thoughts on the competition? Any unforgettable experiences?"
I let out a small chuckle before answering.
"Unforgettable? Absolutely. It was nerve-wracking at first since it was my first time competing—and not just against anyone, but some of the strongest Alpha cns out there. But my friends and I made it through. We strategized, pyed our roles, and gave it everything we had. We may have been just six, but we fought like an army."
Jiggs leaned in and whispered, "You're a legend, Champ."
I rolled my eyes at his unnecessary commentary.
The next question followed swiftly.
"Now that you're the new owner of Veydith's territory, what are your pns for the nd?"
I hummed in thought. "To be honest, I haven't given it much thought yet. But now that you ask, I'd like to turn it into a war-free zone—a pce where no battles are fought. Anyone who lives there, especially Betas and Omegas looking for a peaceful life, can do so without fear. I want it to be a sanctuary for those who need it."
Jiggs whispered again. "You're really good at this, Champ."
I shot him a look. "Are you my side commentator now?"
Then came the next question—the one that made me sigh internally.