I Was The Only Omega In The Beast World-Chapter 132: CP: We’re Back

Alex woke to warmth.

Not the searing heat of the bond, not the burning fever of desperate joining—just warmth. Steady, surrounding, alive. He was curled on his side, pressed against something solid and breathing, a heavy arm draped over his waist, a nose buried in his hair.

For one blissful moment, he didn’t remember.

Then his body screamed.

Every muscle ached. His thighs burned. His hips felt like he’d run a marathon in the wrong direction. And there was a distinct, uncomfortable wetness between his legs that made him flush despite being unconscious two seconds ago.

Right. The cave. Lucas. The—

"Oh gods," Alex croaked.

The arm around him tightened. A rumble of sound—Lucas’s version of a sleepy question—vibrated against his back.

"Mmm?"

Alex tried to move and immediately regretted it. His everything hurt. "I need—water. And to never move again. In that order."

Lucas’s laugh was a low, warm thing against his spine. But he moved, shifting carefully, and a moment later a hand pressed something cool into Alex’s palm—a curved stone, holding water from the cave pool.

Alex drank like he’d been in a desert.

When he finished, Lucas took the stone and set it aside, then pulled Alex back against his chest. The bond hummed between them, softer now but unmistakably there—a invisible thread tying their life forces together.

"We should talk," Alex murmured.

"We should sleep," Lucas countered.

"We should—"

[Host.]

Alex’s eyes snapped open.

The System’s interface flickered to life in his vision, translucent and urgent.

[Host, I apologize for interrupting, but you’ve been unconscious for approximately four hours. Your family is extremely worried. The battle at the wolf territory is over—Leo, Naga, and Drakar secured the area and drove off the remaining attackers. However, they have no idea where you are.]

"Four hours?" Alex sat up too fast, his head swimming. "They’ve been searching for four hours?"

[The emergency protocol dropped you in a random safe location. You are currently in a miniature world, different than beast world.]

Lucas was already awake, watching Alex with those pale, steady eyes. "The System?"

"Yeah." Alex ran a hand through his tangled hair. "My family’s looking for us. They don’t know where we are."

Lucas nodded slowly, processing. Then he sat up, and Alex got his first real look at him in the cave’s bioluminescent glow.

The wound was completely healed. Not just closed—gone. Pink new skin where the ragged tear had been, but healthy, whole. Lucas’s color was good, his eyes clear, his movements strong.

"The bond," Lucas said, reading Alex’s expression. "You saved my life."

"We saved your life," Alex corrected. "You threw yourself in front of those claws. I just... finished what you started."

Lucas reached out, cupped Alex’s jaw with a gentleness that seemed impossible from hands that had been tearing through attackers hours ago.

"You came back for me," he said quietly. "When you could have run. When anyone would have understood if you ran. You came back, and you gave me something I’d stopped hoping for."

Alex leaned into the touch despite himself. "I couldn’t let you die."

"I know." Lucas’s thumb traced his cheekbone. "That’s who you are. It’s why I—" He stopped, shook his head. "We have time. Later. Right now, we need to get back to your family."

[Agreed. I’ve been keeping on eye on them and Naga—he’s frantic. Zale is barely containing panic. Even Drakar is showing signs of concern, which for a thousand-year-old dragon lord is significant.]

Alex winced. "They’re going to kill me."

"They’re going to be relieved you’re alive," Lucas corrected. "The killing comes later, after the relief wears off." He paused. "Probably. I don’t actually know how your family works."

"Neither do I, honestly."

They dressed in what remained of their clothing—torn, bloodstained, barely functional. Together they made their way to the cave entrance.

The forest outside the cave was quiet, dawn light filtering through the pines in soft golden shafts. Alex took a breath of cool air, letting it fill his lungs—then let it out in a controlled exhale.

"System," he said, "can you get us back to the others?"

[Yes. The emergency protocol’s random drop location is logged. I can reverse-calculate and return you to approximately the same coordinates you left—within fifty meters.]

"Do it."

[Initiating return transport. Hold onto each other—this will feel similar to before, but less violent. I’ve had time to calibrate.]

Alex reached for Lucas’s hand. The wolf lord’s fingers closed around his, warm and solid and alive.

The world dissolved.

This time, it was gentler—less tearing, more folding. Like the universe itself was rearranging around them rather than ripping them through it. Colors blurred, sounds stretched, and then—

Solid ground.

Trees.

Smoke from distant fires.

And voices.

"—CALL THE SEARCH PARTIES BACK, WE NEED TO REORGANIZE—"

"NAGA, BREATHE—"

"I AM BREATHING, ZALE, I AM BREATHING PERFECTLY— "

"Siddy, get down from there—"

"BUT I CAN SEE FARTHER FROM UP HERE—"

"You can also FALL from up there—"

Alex stumbled out of the undergrowth, Lucas steadying him, and walked directly into chaos.

The clearing near the wolf territory border was a study in organized panic. Naga was coiled so tightly he resembled a spring more than a serpent, his scales flickering through colors Alex had never seen before. Zale’s ocean sphere was agitated, water sloshing against its boundaries as he paced inside it—actually paced, which should have been impossible given the sphere’s confines but he was making it work. Leo was in the air, a golden speck circling endlessly, and on the ground—

The snakelings. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

All six of them, scattered across the clearing in various states of distress. Jade was attempting to climb a tree while Sterling tried to talk him down. River sat perfectly still near the center, his small face set in an expression of calm that was clearly fake. Ripple was crying—silent tears streaming down his scales—while Onyx wrapped around him in a protective coil. Siddy was, as reported, in a tree, looking left and right.

And Granite. The bear stood at the center of it all, looking every one of his stressed years, his fur actually grayer than Alex remembered.

Sally sat on a rock nearby, phone clutched in her hands, staring at the forest with the hollow look of someone who’d run out of things to do and was now just waiting.

Alex stepped fully into the clearing.

"Hey," he said. "We’re back."

For one frozen moment, nobody moved.