SPICY Chapter 2

Amami’s Perspective

I think I was a bitter and cold child, even to myself.

Born into the ruling class, with no lack of status, family background, or wealth, the second son.

My family members all had their positions, were full of confidence, and showered me with unconditional love. I was blessed with siblings, surrounded by friends, and walked a life on a paved road where nothing tripped me up.

By the time I graduated elementary school, I already had that air of someone who thought they understood the world, looking down on others without hesitation, all while masking it with a smile.

I followed my parents’ advice and enrolled in the middle school they recommended—a stepping stone to secure my future. The first day of that journey.

After the entrance ceremony, I was swept along with the crowd leaving the auditorium. That’s when I saw him.

Well, I thought it was fate, but it was only me who felt that way.

For a brief moment, our eyes met.

It was like my eyes were locked in place, like my legs were glued to the ground. I couldn’t look away.

But then, just as quickly, he averted his gaze, as if we’d never even made eye contact, and vanished into the crowd without a second thought.

It was without a doubt “fate.”

If I could have that person, I would need nothing else. Every cell in my body started screaming.

On the other hand, my heart grew cold.

What good is a superior species when my body, like an animal, seeks out a mate because of “genetic attraction”?

Was I really going to drag him into this, overpower him, and claim him as my mate without his consent?

If this is what fate is, then I don’t want it.

“Karasawa Shinya, Omega.”

It didn’t take long to find out who the Omega was.

Apparently, he told everyone he was Beta, and no one thought otherwise. Maybe his heat hadn’t come yet.

I tried to get his attention, acting in a way that would make him notice me, but Karasawa never once even glanced my way. We never even made eye contact.

It was like I was the only one aware of this “fate,” and he had no idea. And there were no signs he ever would.

So, maybe the whole idea that “fated mates instantly recognize and seek each other” was just a myth.

If that’s the case, maybe the heat I felt inside me was just normal teenage desire. The fact that he hadn’t noticed might even be a good thing.

Lucky for me, he wasn’t interested in Alphas, and he wasn’t the type to get involved with people. We were even in different classes.

If nothing ever happened, I could just chalk it up to a misunderstanding and deal with it on my own.

But still, I couldn’t help feeling frustrated every time he didn’t look my way.

(It’s just an illusion.)

I felt discomfort in not being the one standing next to them.

(It’s just a momentary lapse in judgment.)

I won’t let myself get tangled up in this so-called “fate.”