Chapter 7
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‘Is she in heat?’
His golden eyes narrowed.
His visit to the royal palace had been purely coincidental.
He ordinarily wanted nothing to do with the place, but today was an exception.
Today was the funeral of this kingdom’s Crown Prince.
Still, it would cause trouble if someone like him, who controlled the underworld, appeared openly, so he had been watching quietly from a distant corner.
He needed the pretext of having attended, so he had intended to remain for an appropriate amount of time before slipping away.
Then, bored with the funeral of a man he had no particular interest in, he wandered into the rear garden, where he wouldn’t attract anyone’s attention.
He had planned to spend some time here before leaving.
‘This wasn’t part of my plan.’
Dante parted the bushes where the pheromones were strongest with one hand.
A woman lay unconscious on the ground.
Dante’s brows drew together when he saw her.
“…The Crown Prince’s Consort?”
Her face was covered by a black veil, so he couldn’t confirm it with certainty, but she was clearly the Crown Prince’s Consort.
Dante knew because he had been watching the funeral attendees from a distance.
She was the woman who had stood precariously beside the sobbing King and Queen, looking as though she might collapse at any moment.
Dante had left before Ellia fled the funeral hall, so he didn’t know why she was here now. But that thought didn’t last long.
The pheromones spilling through the air in waves continued to stimulate him.
“Ha.”
A brief, incredulous laugh escaped him at the hot, heavy sensation gathering below his abdomen.
An omega’s heat cycle?
He had smelled it countless times before.
The pheromones of an omega, which were said to drive alphas into rut, had always smelled fouler to him than a crate of rotting fish at the docks. They had never stirred anything in him.
Whenever he needed a woman during his rut, he sought out a beta, though they weren’t particularly helpful.
Betas, who had no pheromones, were at least tolerable.
He swore he had never once found an omega’s pheromones fragrant.
That was why he usually scoffed whenever anyone claimed that an omega’s pheromones aroused alphas.
But he couldn’t laugh now.
“This is driving me mad.”
The moment he smelled her pheromones, his body began to heat.
Even he, a pure-blooded alpha, had been easily aroused.
His composure vanished, and the desire to touch the woman before him began to boil inside him.
He wanted to pull her into his heated embrace and thrust deep inside her.
His golden eyes darkened.
His desire screamed at him to take her at once.
But this was the royal palace. And for some unknown reason, the unconscious woman before him was the Crown Prince’s Consort.
Neither condition was welcome from Dante’s perspective.
Above all, he had no interest in taking an unconscious woman.
“Tsk.”
Clicking his tongue briefly, Dante reached toward the fallen Ellia.
He flinched at how easily he lifted her with one arm.
Though her body was covered by her dress, the figure in his arms was remarkably small.
‘Is she even alive?’
Her excessive lightness made Dante frown.
He had heard that the Crown Prince’s Consort was already of age, yet her frame was unusually slender and small.
She felt so fragile that she might crumble if he applied even a little pressure, so Dante held Ellia with even greater care.
Then, before he had taken more than a few steps, he let out a low groan.
The sweet fragrance continued to stimulate him.
The pheromones he had merely found tolerable earlier now whetted his appetite like the sweetest fruit.
Having never once reacted to an omega’s pheromones, he had to make a considerable effort to keep his reason intact.
‘So these are the omega pheromones said to tempt alphas. I can see why the temptation is difficult to resist.’
The heaviness below had become an aching pressure.
At this rate, he had no choice but to repent for mocking the other alphas who so easily succumbed to omegas.
Had his grip on reason been even slightly weaker, he would undoubtedly have pounced without so much as considering who she was.
Just then, he spotted a bench nearby.
Dante hesitated for a moment.
He considered returning toward the palace and summoning an attendant to help her.
He could tell them that an omega appeared to have unexpectedly gone into heat and order them to bring a suppressant as well.
Then everything would be resolved neatly.
But his instincts refused to follow the simple solution offered by reason.
More precisely, his instincts screamed that he didn’t want to be separated from this woman.
In the end, Dante sighed and carefully laid Ellia on the bench. Then he awkwardly sat beside her.
“What the hell am I doing?”
Despite grumbling under his breath, he somehow couldn’t bring himself to leave her alone.
The sensation of his trousers pulling taut was uncomfortable. Dante frowned, then released a long sigh.
It seemed he would have to find a suitable beta woman as soon as he left the royal palace today.
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