Chapter 99

Looking back, Kinaine’s life had always been a series of unforeseen events.

If someone had told his past self, "You’ll sleep with an alpha in rut," he would never have believed it. Back then, Kinaine was a dominant alpha, and his lover had been a beta.

Even setting that aside, the idea of dealing with an alpha in rut was unimaginable. As a fellow alpha, Kinaine knew all too well: an alpha in rut was no different from a beast.

“Ugh… Hhk…”

His body, already ravaged and trembling with мелкие convulsions, finally collapsed face-down onto the bed. His hardened nipples rubbed against the soft sheets. Even that stimulation felt unbearably intense, forcing Kinaine to tightly shut his eyes. A clear teardrop slipped through his closed eyelids.

His mind grew hazy, like tear-blurred vision. Though he’d entered this room with countless thoughts and tangled emotions, they now melted into formless smears.

“A-Asad... please.”

Slow down. Just a moment. Stop.

None of his endless pleas reached the alpha who’d lost all reason. Yet his lips kept moving, spilling desperate appeals.

But this time, the words were different.

“Hurry… Nngh, hurry and put it in…”

Filthy words he’d never imagined uttering flowed naturally from his mouth. His pale cheeks flushed crimson—not from shame, but because his pitch-black eyes, glazed with moisture, now swam with delirium.

The noble prince, the battle-hardened mercenary—neither remained here. Only an omega drenched in rut pheromones, his body utterly pliant.

The emptiness of his hole gaped obscenely after the alpha’s withdrawal. He felt the overflow trickling down his thighs. A heated sigh escaped Kinaine’s lips. Wasteful… He lifted his hips, trying to scoop the spilled fluid back inside with his hand.

He had no capacity to consider how depraved he looked. Asad’s earlier assurance about contraceptive pills had long fled his mind. The omega’s primal craving to be filled with alpha seed dominated every thought.

Then a large, scorching hand gripped his pelvis. The fingers teasing his entrance stilled. His heart pounded violently—from tension or anticipation, he couldn’t tell.

“Faster…”

Whether the alpha heard his breathless plea or not, the thick heat pressed against his cleft before slamming in without warning.

“Ahhk!”

A scream-like moan tore free. His toes curled as electric pleasure surged to his scalp. But Kinaine’s spent cock could only drip thin fluid, having nothing left to give.

Golden eyes swept over the omega who’d climaxed from mere penetration, satisfaction gleaming. Asad bent to gnaw at Kinaine’s nape, the slender neck now mottled with bite marks that obscured its original scars.

“Ah, hhngk!”

The alpha’s weight drove his cock deeper. Kinaine gasped, feet pushing futilely against the sheets. The boulder-like body pinning him didn’t budge. When their collapsed position sent them tumbling onto the mattress, Asad only pressed closer, sheathing himself fully.

Pinning Kinaine beneath him, the dragon began shallow thrusts. Trapped between the bed and that massive frame, Kinaine could only helplessly shake with each movement.

“Ah, nngh!”

Squelching sounds filled the air. With every slap of flesh, mixed fluids splattered around them. Each time the monstrous cock struck that deep sweet spot, Kinaine moaned and frantically shook his head.

“Ah! Hhiik, hhngg!”

His inner walls fluttered around another climax. At the stimulation, a growling groan rumbled near his ear before the cock inside pulsed, spilling heat. He’d lost count of how many times he’d come.

Asad easily flipped the limp omega over like handling a child.

“Hhk…”

Kinaine whimpered as the shifting position drove the still-buried cock deeper. Blinking tear-damp lashes, his blurred vision cleared to find Asad staring between his legs.

Those eyes held neither coldness nor hatred… only scorching desire, as if gazing upon one’s destined mate.

Though this treatment stemmed from rut, Kinaine couldn’t help smiling.

“Asad… hold me.”

A craving he’d never voice while sane. Asad stared at that smile before abruptly sitting up and pulling Kinaine onto his lap.

“Nngh!”

The deeper penetration overwhelmed him. After a moment’s trembling, Kinaine wrapped his arms around Asad. Hesitant, the dragon mirrored the embrace like a child mimicking adults.

Asad’s embrace burned, damp with sweat and fluids. Kinaine clung tighter. In response, Asad buried his nose against Kinaine’s scent gland.

Was he… smelling him?

A bitter smile formed. Whenever Asad reacted positively to his pheromones, it brought little joy. After all, this body belonged to Hasan… yet Kinaine never showed it.

“Didn’t know you liked roses…”

Today alone would be the exception.

Presented individuals couldn’t smell their own pheromones. Though Kinaine had never directly smelled Hasan’s scent, others described it as faintly rose-like.

Helio hadn’t cared for flowers. Had losing memories changed preferences?

“Not roses.”

The low voice came as Asad nuzzled his scent gland again—to verify, or simply as pretext. A tongue licked the sensitive skin.

Kinaine shivered briefly.

“You… smell like a forest.”

The words made his eyes waver. Like cold water dousing him, rationality began returning through the pheromone haze.

Impossible.

Though he’d never smelled it himself, people said the second prince of Hairak carried a scent reminiscent of summer forests.

Yet this made no sense. This was Hasan’s body. Could a changed soul alter pheromones?

Theology suggested yes—it taught that alphas and omegas could recognize souls in any form, through imprinting.

But imprints were rare, occurring only between alphas and omegas. Even if Helio had been a latent alpha, imprinting between two alphas was impossible. It made more sense to believe dragons could perceive essence.

Thus “Helio” had recognized him instantly… Not that it mattered. Kinaine hugged Asad fiercely.

For now, he wanted simplicity. The joy that Asad preferred his scent over Hasan’s overwhelmed him.

“Good… Asad…”

“…”

“I… love you.”

The raw confession slipped out.

Simultaneously, something writhed inside his belly.

Huh?

No—not his belly, but Asad’s cock swelling within him.

How could it grow larger here?

Brief wonder gave way to nausea from the crushing pressure. When Kinaine twitched, Asad—perhaps thinking he’d flee—tightened his embrace urgently.

“Ah, wait! This feels… strange!”

His abdomen swelled grotesquely. Before panic set in, realization struck.

Knotting.

But his fleeting clarity faded as alpha pheromones crashed over him like tidal waves. To ease the knot’s strain, alphas instinctively release massive pheromone bursts. Even Kinaine’s dulled senses couldn’t resist the onslaught.

Not that he wanted to.

This might be the last time.

Before opening that door, he’d resolved:

I’ll be leaving soon.

Never to return. So don’t suffer over someone like me. Forget everything about me.

The time to keep that promise approached.