Chapter 53
Ciel
The room smells of boiled herbs and sickness. For weeks, my body has burned and shivered, pinned to the bed while whispers filled the house—my father's servants muttering about fevers that won't break, the doctor summoned again and again.
I drift in and out, fever-dreaming. But today the haze splits open like a blade cutting through fog.
"—What's the diagnosis?" My father's voice. Cold, commanding.
The doctor answers with nervous eagerness. "As you suspected, my lord. He has presented."
I blink awake, heavy lashes fluttering against sweat-soaked skin. Presented?
"He's fifteen. Isn't this late?" My father's tone sharpens.
"Quite the contrary," the doctor says quickly, eager to soothe. "The reason his presentation was delayed is because he's a dominant omega. In such cases, presentation can come later, with two possibilities being a dominant or recessive one. But—make no mistake—the young master is a dominant one."
