CHAPTER 129: CHAPTER 129 A DISGUISE.

They held him together in that shared, emotional moment. Daniel wasn’t expecting much, but it was okay; he wasn’t the type to demand a huge celebration, so any small gesture was appreciated.

"The flowers are lovely. I love you both so much." Daniel took both bouquets, inhaling the sweet fragrance with a cocky smile.

"Acting romantic now, boys?" Daniel arched a brow, curious to know who had thought of the bouquets. Neither man seemed particularly versed in the ways of romance.

Xylander shrugged. "My sweetheart’s birthday is here. Shouldn’t I be romantic?" he asked back. Daniel found himself tongue-tied. Not clapping back wasn’t like him, but Xylander had him there.

Alexander hovered nearby like a ghost planning to go on break. He gave a sign to Xylander, who took Daniel’s hand tightly in his.

"Time to depart, Daniel. Remember, we are leaving New York City, so this is our last day." The news was so sudden that Daniel felt his head grow dizzy. What about Draven? Had they found him, or had they decided to leave him behind?

"Is Draven coming too?" Daniel asked, looking between the two men, but their quiet looks answered his question. "You didn’t fulfill your promise, did you?" he pressed, his eyes scanning them once more.

Alexander moved to salvage the situation; he wouldn’t let Daniel ruin his own birthday with his endless drama. "We fulfilled our end of the bargain, especially me. I searched all over for Draven but couldn’t find him anywhere," Alex stated, crossing an arm over his waist.

All over? Did Draven vanish into a hole? He wouldn’t accept this. The birthday could go to hell; none of them were going anywhere until they found Draven.

"Okay, then I’m not going anywhere," Daniel declared. Like royalty, he sat on the bedstand, crossing his legs and folding his arms. If they wanted to move him, they would have to do it by force.

"Stand up now, please, Daniel. This is your birthday—focus on yourself only today. Draven, as we said, is in school, so don’t worry yourself too much," Xylander insisted.

Daniel looked surprised. Were they saying they’d never been happy with him being close to Draven? What did they mean? One of their close buddies was suffering, passing through a situation none of them understood, and here they were, running away.

"That boy needs help, even if it’s just a little! So this is how you choose to abandon him? Lying to me that you were looking? Say no more. I’ll go myself and find him out there, even if it’s the last thing I do." Daniel decreed, standing up before rushing out of the hospital room.

The nurses watched with weird looks as the two men chased after him. Just as Daniel was about to leave the final waiting room, a scream tore through the inner parts of the ward—from the very place he had just left.

"Who owns that annoying scream?" Daniel asked no one in particular. He was running from his two monitoring spirits—his husband and the bodyguard who refused to let him be. Despite the scream, the two men didn’t pause, still hot on his heels.

"Let’s discuss this, Dan! Don’t leave the hospital! Daniel, don’t!" Alexander yelled before jumping over a table that blocked his path. Xylander, who wasn’t watching where he was running, slammed right into it.

Seeing them slow down, Daniel hastened his pace. He would find Draven, even if it meant going to his school. He didn’t care right now.

Once outside, he rushed off, running at a careful jog so as not to harm the baby. He spotted a cab and immediately hailed it, boarding quickly. He remembered Draven mentioning his college and his course during one of their heated conversations, so locating him was easy.

The college was a popular one, a private university that looked expensive and majestic. The cab stopped at the grand gate, and beside it, a truck also pulled over. A hooded figure sat inside, smoking and watching him.

As he entered, he was stopped by three men at the gate. His stomach was already protruding, so to avoid questions, he wore a disguise: a pink wig and a gown he’d "borrowed" from a kind-hearted woman who had hung her laundry out to dry.

She didn’t know he’d taken the dress, but he was doing her a favor by wearing it. She wasn’t fit to enter the dress—it didn’t suit her. Taking it saved her from the humiliation of wearing such a 90s-looking garment. The sight of the unfashionable cloth irked him, but it was big enough to cover his stomach and avoid attention. The wig was a courtesy of a young lady on a bike; it had been snatched away by the wind and fallen to the ground. Remembering her shining, bald head glistening in the sun had made him laugh. He’d picked it up and shamelessly returned to his cab. At this point, he didn’t care.

"Who are you?" one of the three men asked, a gold tooth glinting as he smoked. Daniel didn’t know if it was meant to attract people or repel them, because instead of attraction, he felt deeply irritated.

"A parent. I’m here to take my kid home," he responded, hoping they wouldn’t ask more.

They burst into laughter. "A poor, wretched thing like you can afford this school? Who are you lying to?" another man chimed in, judging Daniel harshly.

Draven, you owe me for sacrificing my birthday to come and indulge in your ridiculous lifestyle.

"Funny that gate men are judging me. This isn’t the first time a servant has raised their voice to insult me, but you know where they are now? Six feet underground," Daniel said, stepping closer. "I hate servants who don’t know their place. As long as you’re enslaved, you’re a puppet to someone higher. No matter what you say, I am always better than you. I am a freeman."

Without warning, Daniel brushed past them and entered their office. While the three men were still wondering what he was doing, he sneaked out through the window. Seeing them still looking for him inside, he smirked and locked the door from the outside.

"Now you men won’t disturb me anymore. The poor, wretched thing outsmarted you good-for-nothing trash," Daniel hissed before running inside, heading for one of the empty rooms. He didn’t know that Alex and Xylander were already after him in another cab.

A message buzzed on the hooded man’s phone: "Don’t wait for them to return anymore. Attack."

He nodded, his lips curling into a dreadful smile.

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Synopsis

Before the human race ended, Travis had nothing—no food, no shelter, no protection. Just a body wasting away in a dying world.

Right at the edge of death, with his breath fading and his bones shaking, he made a silent wish:

If I ever return... I’ll change everything. I’ll rise again. From a useless omega slump kid to a respected master.

That was his final thought before the darkness claimed him.

When he opened his eyes again, Travis found himself in a savage paradise—beautiful yet brutal, ruled by formidable beasts. Creatures that walked like men but killed like monsters. Dangerous. Mindless. Feral.

And he, a fragile human omega, was dropped right in the middle of their world.

Desperate to survive the packs of bloodthirsty alphas who wanted him for themselves—even if it meant tearing him apart—Travis awakened something deep within him.

A cradle space.

A mysterious power capable of creating and nurturing life itself. Along with it came a terrifying vision: the so-called paradise would soon crumble under a deadly apocalypse that would consume everything in its path.

Armed with nothing but his will, his strange new ability, and a babysitting job for a grumpy lion beast alpha who made it his mission to watch him day and night, Travis became the last light of hope in a dying world.

First except

"You’re mine," he whispered, voice rough and low as Travis lay in his arms, bloodied and bruised.

"Even if the world ends..." his breath was warm against Travis’s skin.

"No one can take you away from me."

Second except

Travis pushed the lion’s hands away before things got worse. The beast had been trying to bring out his dick from his pants, and hell no—that wasn’t going to happen.

He wasn’t about to let some random lion-man—or whatever he called himself—touch his genitals. The lion paused when Travis stopped him, straightening up with a curious look before grinning wide.

"Why the grin? What’s he planning now?" Travis muttered nervously. Fear crawled through his chest when, before his eyes, the lion transformed back into his huge, menacing beast form.

Then the beast crouched and motioned for Travis to climb on his back.

"What? Climb on the back of the king of the jungle? Nope, not happening," he refused, hands on his hips.

A loud roar erupted right beside his ears, shaking his bones.

"Okay—okay, change of plans," he blurted, swallowing hard. "Maybe the back of a lion isn’t that bad after all."