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Bangkok in the final year smelled like rain on hot concrete, cheap coffee from the campus cart, and the low hum of stressed students counting credits. Keng had always been the steady one, tall, broad-shouldered alpha with a calm presence that made professors trust him with group projects and made omegas glance twice. He kept his scent muted most days (sandalwood and warm citrus), not wanting to overwhelm anyone.
Namping was the opposite.
The omega moved like he had somewhere better to be, sharp-eyed and sharper-tongued, always carrying the faint sweet trace of night-blooming jasmine even when he tried to suppress it with scent blockers. His parents lived in the States, so he rented a small studio apartment just off campus and treated university like a battlefield he intended to conquer alone. Career first. Everything else could wait.
They were thrown together in a brutal marketing strategy capstone course.
The first time Keng really noticed him was during a late-night group meeting in the library. Namping had shot down three half-baked ideas in a row with that cool, precise voice, then slid a perfectly organized spreadsheet across the table like a challenge.
“You’re wasting everyone’s time,” he’d said, eyes meeting Keng’s without flinching. “Including mine.”
Something in Keng’s chest had rumbled at the defiance. Most omegas his age were careful around alphas. Namping looked like he’d bite first and ask questions later.
From then on, it was stolen glances across lecture halls, “accidental” brushes of shoulders in the narrow aisles of the business faculty building, and late-night messages that started with project details and slowly drifted into personal territory.
Two months later
It rained the night they finally crossed the line.
They’d been working on their final presentation at Namping’s apartment. The power flickered once, twice, then the storm knocked it out completely. In the dark, with only the sound of rain hammering the windows and their breathing, Keng’s control snapped.
“You smell like jasmine when you’re nervous,” Keng murmured, voice low.
Namping’s breath hitched. “I’m not nervous.”
“Liar.”
The first kiss was rough, desperate,months of tension exploding between them. Keng’s hands found Namping’s waist, pulling the smaller omega flush against him. Namping tasted like the iced coffee he’d been drinking and something sweeter, something that made Keng’s alpha instincts growl mine.
They didn’t make it to the bed the first time. The couch was close enough.
After that, they were inseparable in that quiet, intense way final-year students could be. Stolen mornings in Namping’s apartment, Keng bringing breakfast and scenting him thoroughly before classes. Late nights where Namping would curl against Keng’s chest, complaining about group members while Keng’s fingers traced soothing circles on his back. For the first time, Namping let someone close. Keng fell stupidly, completely in love.
Three months into dating, everything still felt new and electric.
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The day everything changed started like any other.
Namping had been feeling off for weeks, tired, nauseous in the mornings, his scent subtly sweeter and heavier, but he chalked it up to stress and skipped meals. Career person through and through, he’d been grinding through internship applications and thesis revisions like a machine.
It was Keng who finally dragged him to the campus clinic when the exhaustion became impossible to ignore.
The doctor, a kind beta woman in her fifties, ran the usual tests. Then she paused, frowned at the ultrasound screen, and went very quiet.
“Khun Namping… you’re pregnant.”
The words dropped like stones into still water.
Namping blinked. “What?”
“Approximately seven months along.” She turned the screen toward them. A tiny, perfectly formed silhouette moved, strong heartbeat, small limbs shifting. “It’s a cryptic pregnancy. It happens more often with omegas who have irregular heats or high stress levels. Your body didn’t present typical symptoms strongly, and the pup has been tucked high. But… yes. You’re definitely carrying.”
Seven months.
Keng felt like the floor had been ripped out from under him,then replaced with something warm and golden. His alpha instincts surged so hard his scent flared, thick sandalwood wrapping around Namping protectively. A pup. Their pup.
He turned to Namping with a stunned, radiant smile already breaking across his face. “Namp… we’re having a baby.”
Namping stared at the screen, face pale, lips parted in silent shock. His jasmine scent, usually so controlled, spiked with panic and disbelief.
“No,” he whispered. “No, that’s not I can’t I have plans. Interviews. I’m supposed to move back to the States after graduation. This… this can’t be happening.”
The doctor gave them space, but the silence in the room grew heavier by the second.
Keng reached for Namping’s hand, gently scenting his wrist. “Hey… breathe. We’ll figure this out together. I’m right here.”
Namping pulled his hand away slowly, eyes still fixed on the ultrasound image like it was a life sentence.
Keng’s joy was bright enough to fill the whole clinic.
Namping looked like his entire future had just been rewritten in red ink.