"Alright, this is it." A man leans forward, typing in commands on his camera to focus on the bedroom cameras.

All six of them.

"Does Madame know? She's taken a special interest in this pack." Another says from where he's watching a different group's alpha pressing into his only Omega, who was looking at him as if he held the stars in his hands.

"I just notified her."

"What do you think it is she likes about them?"

"Their dynamics seem a little different. They chose the youngest to be their Head Alpha, one of their Betas seems to command a lot of respect still, and the two Omegas have a very close bond. And this pack already has a very close bond going into this, so she wants to know how that will affect the serum and their interactions going forward."

"Like our first success?"

The man hums. "They are the ideal outcome for this experiment. I think if everyone could turn out like them, then Madame would actually be able to pitch this to the world's leaders."

A door slides open behind them, and Madame Curator's heels seem to echo as she walks forward and speaks with a proud voice. "All while making millions on the side."

Everyone in the room smile wickedly, knowing they would all get a handsome bonus for the work they've been doing.

Madame Curator stops in front of the screens showing what she's secretly been calling 'Her Pack'. Her eyes focus in on the Omega sobbing on the bed on six screens at different angles, and then a seventh screen where the Head Alpha is talking to the other Omega.

Things seemed tense between the two of them, even as the Omega bowed his head and backed against the wall, looking utterly defeated.

She narrows her eyes and her lips curl in a sneer. What would become of the two Omegas after they both went through their heat? She was so anxious to find out.

"The broadcasts are still going strong?" She asks, not looking away from the screens.

"Yes, Madame. And the viewers keep rising, not even questioning the price to watch."

"What about the public broadcast?"

"Our editors have been working around the clock to edit out everything they need to in order to keep the illusion of the show so that no one gets suspicious."

"Wonderful." Her smile grows as she places her hands on her hips. "Everything is going according to plan."

Electricity ruled the air.

The second Jongho could see even a sliver of the bedroom, his senses went into overdrive.

Omega. Protect. Serve. Lilac. Lust.

He growled as he closed the door, eyes trained on where Wooyoung was twisting on the bed, whimpering weakly. His eyes were hooded, clouded with the heat coursing through his body. Clothes drenched, skin red and covered in sweat, hips grinding against the comforter.

Wooyoung looked glorious.

Normally Jongho would have been appalled by the thought. He'd never viewed any of his hyungs that was before.

But that was the only thought running through his head now that he'd given in to the other side of himself.

"Omega." His voice was deep, rumbling, seductive.

And he loved the way Wooyoung mewled, curling his body to fully face Jongho and reach for him.

He started panting heavily, chest heaving, body trembling. "Please!" He choked out, voice already hoarse with overexertion.

How could Jongho deny him?

The Alpha was crawling onto the bed before either of them even had a chance to breath, moving with almost impossible speed.

He towered over Wooyoung. Another growl rumbled deep in his chest and the older instantly bared his neck, showing complete submission.

It made Jongho's chest fill with pride, but it also fueled the desire pumping through is veins.

He moved so that he was hovering over his hyung, eyes never leaving the perfectly displayed neck, before he lowered his head down to start rubbing against his scent gland.

Wooyoung trilled with delight and his glorious lilac scent blossomed, sweetened enough that it wasn't overpowering but beautifully delicate.

And the way it mingled with Jongho's ever growing charcoal scent was perfect. It was like a cool spring evening, a soft breeze carrying freshly bloomed lilacs over to a campfire. Warm. Comforting. Soothing.

Jongho was pushed over even further over the edge. It was like something snapped inside his mind. Or clicked. He knew exactly what he needed to do.

With a quick, perfectly controlled motion, he pushed Wooyoung to lie completely flat on his back.

Then he did the last thing he'd ever thought he'd do.

He pressed his lips to Wooyoung's in a surprisingly passionate kiss.

They both groaned, his deep and Wooyoung's high-pitched and almost whiney, as Wooyoung dug his fingers into Jongho's arms.

It felt... perfect... the way their lips slotted together, both of them breathing heavily through their noses when they could so they didn't have to part.

Hands started to wander, mostly from Wooyoung's side. His fingers tugged at Jongho's clothes, slipping beneath his shirt occasionally to dance over his skin.

The intimate touch was something that would normally make his skin crawl, but right now it just left trails of heat, fueling the lust building within him.

A needy whine came from the Omega beneath him and Jongho finally pulled back. The sight of Wooyoung's swollen lips and hazy eyes took his breath away.

"Hyung." He breathed, shaking his head just slightly.

Wooyoung bared his neck again and arched off the bed. "Pl... Please." He said, voice hoarse and strained, like it was hard for him to speak or find any words at all. "H-Hurts..."

Jongho hated hearing that. He wanted to do everything in his power to make his Omega stop hurting, so he trusted his instincts and lifted Wooyoung up just enough to pull his shirt off.

Goosebumps littered his skin at the sudden rush of air. Jongho was completely entranced.

They'd all seen each other shirtless before. Many, many times, whether from changing, dancing, or the few times they'd helped release some stress in the past.

But it was like Jongho was seeing him with all new eyes.

Wooyoung blushed under his intense gaze and started to curl up a little, lifting his arms to cover himself.

"Don't." Jongho growled, grabbing one of his hands and bringing it to his face, where he started nuzzling against his wrist before pressing a kiss to it.

He loved the way Wooyoung shuddered beneath him, even as the two of them made eye contact.

And he held that eye contact while running a hand down Wooyoung's chest to the edge of his pants.

The Omega started panting, nodding vigorously to indicate he was ready and that was what he wanted.

Even as he started, Wooyoung must have decided Jongho was going too slow, because in the next second Wooyoung slapped his hand away and sat up to start tugging his own pants off.

The strangled whimper he gave triggered Jongho too and all sensible thoughts flitted away within the smoke like scent flowing from him.

When they were both naked and thrumming with need, Jongho pinned Wooyoung to the bed and captured his lips in another kiss.

Growls and purrs and whimpers filled the room, accenting the animalistic nature suddenly taking over. They both clawed at each other's skin, pressing their bodies closer and closer together.

And Jongho definitely didn't miss how both their cocks were hard. The contact had both of them rocking their hips, creating an electric friction between them that made Jongho's heart race.

Blood pumped through him, pounding in his ears and whispering to him, telling him what he needs to do.

It's clear to see that Wooyoung has entered some form of nonverbal headspace right now. The only sounds coming from him are whimpers and groans and the occasional broken word.

Jongho nips at his lower lip when he attempts to speak again and smiles at the little yelp of surprise he gives.

"A-Al..."

His word was swallowed by Jongho's lips. The Alpha took over instantly, forcing his lips open with his tongue and moaning at how delicious he tasted.

Then his hand started to drift down between their bodies, almost as if it was doing it on its own. He brushed past their cocks still rubbing together, which was getting harder and more desperate the more he dragged this out.

He could tell Wooyoung was still struggling, so he decided to speed things up a little bit by moving his hand further down, following the curve of his thigh to dip between his legs.

And instantly jerked his hand back in surprise.

A wet substance coated his fingers, thick and viscous.

Jongho blinked a couple of times and rubbed it between his fingers, trying to figure out what it was. He was just about to ask Wooyoung if he was alright when he brought his fingers a little closer to his nose and inhaled.

His pupils immediately dilated, and a needy growl escaped his throat when he was blasted with the strongest, sweetest, purest lilac scent yet.

Everything inside him went into overdrive and he shoved Wooyoung's legs apart then gripped his thighs to tug his ass up, lifting him off the bed so that he was only supported by his own arms and shoulders.

The sudden movement made Wooyoung cry out and he scrambled to find purchase on the bed, clutching the covers so hard his knuckles turned white.

All embarrassment for both of them was nonexistent. Only pure lust and carnal desire remained.

This is what caused Jongho to dip his head down and run his tongue over Wooyoung's entrance.

His eyes rolled back, and he couldn't help the groan that accompanied the movement as soon as the Omega's slick filled his mouth.

It was divine. So addicting. One of the best things he'd ever tasted.

And suddenly he found himself lapping repeatedly, trying to take in as much of it as he possible could.

He had to tighten his grip on Wooyoung when the Omega started to squirm, endless whimpers coming from him as Jongho drove him slowly into a state of overstimulation mixed with unsatisfied desires still fueled by his heat.

But then Jongho heard another sound that had him pause and lift his head just a little.

Wooyoung was purring.

It was a sound he'd never expected to hear and... it did something to him.

Jongho's breath was stolen from him, and he took a few seconds to merely study the blissed-out look on Wooyoung's face.

The older gazed at him from under hooded lids, completely unbothered by the unorthodox position he was still being held in. His lips started to move, only forming the words as he started to beg again. Please. Please. Please.

Jongho couldn't disappoint him. He resumed his previous action, but this time he allowed his tongue to breach the tight ring of muscle and he was rewarded with a deep groan.

Wanting to hear more approvals, Jongho didn't wait long before he started to work in a finger as well.

That made Wooyoung lift a hand to grip the outside of his thigh and Jongho hissed just a little when he felt Wooyoung's nails digging into his skin.

He mumbled a soft apology, though he wasn't sure if the Omega even heard it with how hard he was breathing and the needy whines he still made.

As the continued to increase in volume, Jongho's cock continued to ache more and more.

He longed to be inside his Omega, to help him, to satisfy his heat, to please him.

Those thoughts made him speed up his prep, which unfortunately meant pulling his face away so he could work three fingers in when he got to that point.

But that just allowed him to smirk down at Wooyoung as he licked his lips to get the last bit of slick. "You taste so sweet, my little Omega."

Wooyoung's eyelids fluttered, and he sucked in a breath, then he reached up for Jongho.

The Alpha lowered his body back to the bed, doing his best to still twist his fingers inside to keep the Omega filled, and leaned over to capture Wooyoung's lips once more.

A hand flew to the back of his head and tugged on his hair, trying to pull him as close as possible while Wooyoung's other arm wrapped around his back. Then he added to it by throwing a leg over Jongho so they were situated more on their sides now.

Which made the connection even better.

Jongho was able to fuck his fingers into Wooyoung's tight heat a little easier, and faster, and Wooyoung was able to press as much of his body to Jongho's as he could.

They moved as one. Lips pressing, tongues twisting, bodies tangled.

And before he knew it, Jongho was lining up his cock and pressing into Wooyoung's leaking entrance.

There was so much slick that the slide was easy. He was able to bottom out in one smooth thrust.

"Alpha!!" Wooyoung cried out, throwing his head back and forming a beautiful line with his neck that Jongho immediately took advantage of.

He latched on right below Wooyoung's Adam's apple and started sucking and nipping at his sweat covered skin while he began to rock his hips.

The motion had them rolling over so that Wooyoung was on his back again and Jongho had him caged against the bed.

Which was perfect for when he really began to thrust into him.

Harsh, powerful snaps rocked the bed, filling the room with a symphony of sounds. Creaks from the bed, Wooyoung's slowly increasing whines, Jongho's lustful growls, and the wet sound of skin slapping skin.

After a few minutes, he felt something uncomfortable at the base of his dick. He almost stopped to look at it, feeling a moment of panic hit him, but the second he started to slow, Wooyoung cried out and rocked his own hips to fuck himself on Jongho's cock.

It was enough of a distraction that Jongho was pulled back into his carnal headspace, and he snapped his hips even faster.

But the sensation kept growing, and while it still felt strange, when it caught on Wooyoung's rim, pleasure rocketed through Jongho's body with intense jolts.

Wanting to feel more, he kept going.

And Wooyoung didn't protest either. If anything, it made him cling to Jongho even tighter and his lips and teeth started traveling over every inch of Jongho he could reach.

Then he hit a magic spot.

Wooyoung's tongue lapped over one little spot in the crook of Jongho's neck and the Alpha's orgasm hit him like a sudden punch to his gut.

He howled, tossing his head back and slamming himself fully into the boy beneath him.

Something also burst and he could feel his cock pulsing each time he filled Wooyoung with his cum.

It felt amazing. The best orgasm he'd ever experienced.

And by the looks of it, Wooyoung was going through the same thing. His mouth was hanging open in a silent cry and his body trembled on the bed. Spurts of white dotted his chest and abdomen and still leaked out of his cock where it laid against his stomach.

Jongho carefully grabbed it, delighting in the way Wooyoung's back arched from the bed in overstimulation and the almost pathetic way he tried to push Jongho's hand away.

But the even better part way the way Wooyoung clenched around him, milking him even more as they basked in their highs.

After a moment, Jongho leaned down to press his lips to the Omega's forehead, then cheeks, then so softly on his lips.

Wooyoung trilled again, softer this time, maybe even closer to a happy chirp, as a weary smile curled his lips.

Jongho felt his mind start to clear a little. He started to run his hands up and down Wooyoung's sides, the action grounding himself as he attempted to sooth the older too.

"Are you alright?" He was able to ask.

All he received was a small nod in return before Wooyoung tried to reach for him again.

Jongho chuckled fondly and slowly lowered himself to the bed, being careful as he rotated their bodies to lie on their sides. His instincts told him not to move too much, so he trusted them. Plus, he didn't want to lose the amazing warmth surrounding his cock.

Once he was comfortable, he pulled Wooyoung to him, surrounding the Omega with arms and pressing loving kisses to the top of his head.

When Wooyoung started to purr again, Jongho felt the way his entire body seemed to vibrate, and he decided right there that it had to be his favorite thing.

The purr told him that he'd done a good job, that he'd satisfied his Omega, and that his Omega felt safe and secure.

That's all he wanted in that movement, and Jongho promised himself that he'd do whatever he could to make sure Wooyoung always felt this way.

The door opened several minutes later, and San slowly poked his head in, eyes immediately focusing on how Jongho's hands both slowly moved up and down Wooyoung's back.

Jongho lifted his head and fought the instinct to growl at his space being intruded, and if it was anyone besides San, he probably would have.

But... the same tug on his instincts had him softening a little and beckoning San a little closer, completely unbothered by the fact that he was still naked and engulfed by Wooyoung's heat.

San took a tentative step forward and sniffed. "Is... Is he...?"

"He's fine, Hyung." Jongho said softly. "Are you okay?"

The older's shoulders fell a little and he turned his head away slightly. "I... Yeosang told me everything..."

That answered Jongho's question more than any other words could and he frowned with concern. "I know this is a lot... but... after what just happened, I know that he's right." He glanced down at Wooyoung's peaceful face and couldn't help but smile. "And I think if we trust our instinct, we are going to do just fine."

"How are you not freaking out right now?" San's voice shook a little when he spoke again.

Jongho took a minute to ponder the question. "Honestly? I don't know." He answered truthfully. "It's like something happened, like a switch flipped, and I- I can't really explain it. I'm sure I will probably feel a little differently once some time has passed, but..." He looked at Wooyoung again and tucked a few strands of hair behind his ear. "Somehow, I know that what we did was right. Maybe it wasn't if we had done it back home, and Hyung," He looked at San know so he could try to express how sincere his next words were as much as possible, "I know this was hard for you too, and I am so sorry."

San grabbed his left elbow and hugged himself a little while giving a sad nod. "You don't need to apologize. I'm the one who came and got you." He bit his lip, then closed his eyes. "I understand what you mean. I... I know you did the right thing, too." Then tears rolled down his cheeks and Jongho desperately wanted to go to him. "And I'm so grateful. I c-couldn't stand seeing him in so much pain."

"San-ah..." Jongho said, not even realizing the slip in his words.

The older let out a sob and his arm drifted lower to clutch at his own stomach. "I-I know m-mine will be here soon. I-I'm s-s-scared, J-Jongie..."

Jongho growled a little, hating now that he was unable to get off the bed. So, he lifted a hand to call San over to him.

Thankfully the Omega did, walking slowly to stand next to the bed and take Jongho's hand and sit down next to him.

They both visibly relaxed and Jongho even let out a small sigh of relief. "It's going to be alright, Hyung. I promise."

As he studied the older, he noticed how flushed he was and the sweat clinging to his forehead.

His heat would be here before they knew it. Hopefully it would wait until Wooyoung's was over so they only had to worry about one Omega at a time, but it was hard to say.

Jongho knew it was weird for him to not be panicking right now, but that little voice in his head, that other sideof himself, told him that everything was going to be fine. He was in control of the situation.

He had done the right thing.

And that gave him an odd sense of peace.

"How are the others?" He asked softly.

"Freaking out." San said with a slight smile. "Hongjoong-hyung has been pacing nonstop and Yunho has been holding Mingi back so he didn't burst in here. Seonghwa-hyung and Yeosang have just been quiet. I don't think anyone knows what to do or say."

Wooyoung shifted in place and let out a soft sound, capturing both of their gazes for a moment.

Jongho felt his chest tighten just a bit when Wooyoung nuzzled into his neck and made another tiny sound, like a coo or a short hum.

"He does that when he's in a deep sleep." San whispered, his voice full of emotion.

When Jongho looked up at him, he saw how soft and fond San's face was.

They'd all known about Wooyoung and San's not so secret relationship, but for their sakes, no one mentioned it and they acted like they didn't.

But it was hard to miss.

"Nothing's going to change." Jongho whispers back, hoping San would understand what he truly meant.

Tears filled San's eyes once more and he nodded several times.

Jongho squeezed his hand to try and give as much comfort as he could.

Because he knew there was still a lie behind his words.

Everything was changing.

He knew that now. Nothing about being in this place was what they had been told or what they had expected. And now they were going to have to work together as a pack to protect and care for each other.

Jongho was not going to let them fall apart.

He'd always joked that it was his job to take care of his hyungs. Now it really was his job, and he was going to do everything he could to make sure they came out of this place as whole as he could.

But he wanted San to know that he didn't think anything would change between him and Wooyoung. Their bond was unbreakable.

No matter what, nothing would tear them apart.

And Jongho would make sure that no other bonds broke within his family. His pack.

"Hyung, you should lay down." He said.

San's forehead creased a little and he glanced at the other bed. Then, to Jongho's surprise, he twisted around so he could lay behind the Alpha.

Jongho did his best to scoot himself and Wooyoung over a little, even though they didn't have much room on the bed.

He wished he could lay on his back so he could hold both his Omegas, but the feeling of San clinging to his back was enough for now.

San wound his arms around Jongho's waist to hold him tight, squeezing a little harder than necessary, but Jongho knew he was trying to comfort himself.

It must have worked, because a few minutes later he felt, and heard, a content purr coming from San.

Once again, Jongho's chest swelled with pride.

He did that.

He was helping his Omega feel better.

He was a good Alpha.

Those words danced back and forth between both selves within his mind and slowly, with a smile on his face, he drifted off to sleep, sandwiched between his two Omegas thinking that...

In that moment...

He was in the best place on earth.