Chapter 8
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He roughly shoved a hand inside his neatly arranged suit, found the suppressant he had brought with him, and tossed it into his mouth.
Ever since he smelled this woman’s pheromones, his own pheromones had also been slipping beyond his control.
“An omega going into heat in the middle of the royal palace.”
And the person wandering around while releasing such sweet and seductive pheromones was the Crown Prince’s Consort.
During the Crown Prince’s funeral, no less.
Unless she intended to start some kind of orgy, there was no reasonable explanation for her walking around in this condition.
Not unless she was insane.
Dante muttered as he crunched the suppressant between his teeth.
When the cloyingly sweet pheromones lingering at the tip of his nose still refused to fade, he pulled out the entire bottle and emptied it into his mouth.
“Tarexa is going to give me an earful.”
Dante already refused to spend his ruts with omegas.
Because he practically detested their pheromones, he had no choice but to take suppressants. And since he had continued suppressing his ruts, the strength of the medication had inevitably grown stronger over time.
‘You must take only one. Exactly one pill! You can’t take any more than that!’
Those were the words Tarexa, who served as his personal aide, had repeatedly emphasized when handing him the bottle of suppressants.
And Dante had just emptied the entire bottle into his mouth.
Merely imagining Tarexa’s nagging already made him feel exhausted.
Dante sighed.
“I knew this was a pointless thing to do.”
The pheromones this woman released were irresistibly seductive, but he had no desire to become entangled with the Crown Prince’s Consort.
It would only cause him trouble.
Forcibly suppressing the instinct demanding that he take the woman before him at once, Dante rose from his seat.
Or rather, he tried to.
Perhaps having faintly regained consciousness, the woman grabbed the hem of his clothes.
“…Are you awake?”
“……”
Though she must have heard Dante, the woman didn’t respond.
Her expression was difficult to see beneath the veil, so Dante frowned.
“Let go.”
His uncharacteristic kindness ended there.
Now that she was awake, it would be better for them to go their separate ways.
It would also be far more beneficial for the Crown Prince’s Consort not to become involved with a man who belonged to the darkness.
But even after he told her to release him, she didn’t loosen her grip.
“Hey.”
The woman had raised herself halfway and leaned toward him, bringing them close together.
He felt scorching heat from the body that brushed faintly against his hand, and pheromones drifted from beneath her veil, mingling with her ragged breaths.
These pheromones went beyond mere sweetness.
They stirred something more primal. It was a scent that touched the desires buried deep within him.
Dante licked his rapidly drying lips.
His golden eyes darkened further.
“If you don’t let go, something unpleasant is going to happen to you.”
His reason and patience were both wearing thin.
The only reason he hadn’t already shoved his hand beneath her dress was because she bore the title of ‘Crown Prince’s Consort,’ someone he absolutely shouldn’t touch.
Dante clenched his jaw hard. A vein stood out at his temple.
Slip.
At that moment, Ellia’s veil slid away from her face.
Softly tousled apricot-colored hair and sky-blue eyes clouded by heat were revealed.
In contrast to her almost deathly pale skin, her cheeks were flushed a lovely rosy pink from the heat.
“Haa……”
With a dazed expression, Ellia clung to the alpha beside her.
Her instincts told her that only an alpha could soothe this dreadful heat cycle.
“Mmh……”
Unaware of what she was doing, Ellia refused to release the hand clutching him as though he were her lifeline.
Her head, thoroughly clouded by the heat, spun dizzily.
Her body was burning, and the torment was so unbearable that she wanted relief by any means possible.
Unable even to take a suppressant, the omega unconsciously released an endless stream of enticing pheromones in search of an alpha’s pheromones.
Her infinitely small and delicate hand moved up the man’s firm chest and came to rest on his broad, solid shoulder.
Then Ellia, leaning against him for support, instinctively pressed her face beneath his chin.
Her fingers traced his sharp jawline and moved over his smooth lips, then she brought her own lips to them.
“Mmm……”
She bit his lower lip, then extended her tongue and lightly licked its edge.
At that moment, Dante’s reason snapped.
“You definitely started this.”
He spoke with a growl.
Though he spat out the words, he had already been thoroughly exposed to this omega’s seductive pheromones and had little composure left.
He seized the face of the brazen woman who had bitten his lower lip and flicked her tongue against it.
Without hesitation, he pressed his lips to the mouth that had continually drawn his gaze.
It wasn’t an elegant, refined, or romantic kiss.
Rather, it carried the atmosphere of beasts mating after losing all reason.
Their tongues tangled, and their slick saliva mingled.
Dante pulled Ellia’s body tightly against him so she couldn’t escape, while his other hand gripped the back of her neck firmly.
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