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Chapter 1: The First Pull
Smallville, Kansas. 1989 – and twelve years later.
The meteors fell like fire from the sky—green stones of death and destiny crashing into fields and homes, cutting lives short and reshaping the soil of Smallville forever. Among the chaos, two lives emerged from the wreckage, shaped in ways no one could yet understand: one from beyond the stars, wrapped in light and silence; the other born into power, shadowed in grief and gold.
Years passed. The boy from the ship grew strong, but secretive. Clark Kent knew he was different, and in Smallville, different meant lonely. Every heartbeat echoed louder in his ears than it should. Every touch left a trace. His parents, Jonathan and Martha, did their best to raise him with love and caution. Jonathan, an Alpha, feared what the world might do to a boy like Clark. Martha, a gentle Omega with fierce eyes, feared what Clark might become if love did not anchor him.
He was seventeen now. Broad-shouldered, kind-eyed, and aching with the weight of his own unanswered questions.
Then Lex Luthor returned.
The wind kissed the Kent farm with a whisper of warning the day Clark found him.
There had been an accident on Loeb Bridge. Clark, returning from school, had barely registered the sudden screech of tires when his instincts pulled him forward. A Porsche spiraled off the road like a broken bird, slamming into the water below. Time folded inward. Clark’s body tore through the space between seconds.
He dove in.
Underwater, he found him—red hair like flame, skin already pale with the chill. Clark’s hands closed around the man’s body. Their first contact sparked something deep in his chest, a silent quake that rattled the marrow of his bones. His heart stumbled. His scent changed. He didn’t understand why.
Later, he would.
Lex awoke to the scent of firewood and wheat fields. Warmth. Blankets. Martha Kent’s kind Omega presence fluttered at the edge of the room, but it was the other one—the young Alpha—that made him freeze.
Clark Kent was sunlight turned human. Taller than any teenager had a right to be, and with eyes that had already seen too much. Lex blinked against the soft pulse of pain behind his temples, a remnant of the kryptonite embedded deep in his blood—silent, invisible, and lethal.
“You saved me,” Lex said, voice low, almost wondering.
Clark smiled—shy, a little awkward. “I couldn’t let you drown.”
Lex wanted to believe it was that simple. But the tug between them was unmistakable, at least to him. Beneath the surface, Lex’s Omega senses reached out, cautious, curious. Clark’s scent—young but strong, unrefined but pure—brushed against Lex like wind through tall grass.
Lex blinked, something in his chest shifting. Something old. Something dangerous.
That night, Lex stood in the mansion’s library with a scotch he didn’t drink, staring out at the sky. Lena, eleven and already sharper than most adults, padded in on silent feet.
“He’s different,” she said, tilting her head. “The boy.”
Lex didn’t turn. “He’s… kind.”
“He smells like stormlight. Like someone who could break you.”
Lex closed his eyes. He already has.
Meanwhile, Clark sat on the roof of the barn, staring up at the stars, his heart racing. He should have been thinking about Lana Lang. She was sweet, beautiful. An Omega. But when he’d tried to imagine kissing her again, all he’d felt was… emptiness.
Lex, though—Lex’s voice echoed in his mind. Lex’s pale hand reaching for his. Lex’s smirk, his silence. Lex, who had looked at Clark like he was a riddle he wanted to solve.
There was something about Lex that pulled at him, more than any Omega ever had. He didn’t understand it. Not yet. But he knew this:
He wanted to see Lex again.