Chapter 35 🔞
Ah. This is…
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Sprawled with her legs spread messily on the desk where he worked — same situation, but the different setting made the guilt stab sharply at her chest.
“Y-Your Highness.”
“Where do you think you’re running off to? You were the one begging.”
“I… I don’t want the desk. The sofa would be better… ah, don’t put me down—ugh!”
But the Alpha wouldn’t allow it. His hot breath, the scent of alcohol, and the pheromones smelling of the forest overwhelmed her all at once.
“Eek…!”
Between her legs, she was drenched. Her eyes squeezed shut as the tightening sensation made her tremble. The Alpha watched every moment of her brief climax in full view.
“You’re dripping.”
“Why would you say something like that… It’s just because of the Alpha pheromones, ngh…”
“Is it my fault that your hole is lewd?”
He spread Omega’s legs wide and stared intently, as if he were watching something funny, and rubbed my erxct pxnxs against his white, smooth thigh. A trickle of cxm slid down her pxssy lips and soaked the desk in his study.
“Don’t pull away. Hold it and spread it.”
He guided Marie’s hand toward her hole. With both hands, she spread her throbbing hole as wide as she could. She could feel it twitching underneath my pxbic hair. Her thighs twitched. Marie shook her head.
“Your Highness… I think it’s getting too much… How long do we have to stay like this, ngh…”
“Longer.”
“Your… Highness…”
“Do you take my orders lightly?”
“Ah—!”
An angry cxck slammed into her achingly gaping hole. Marie’s body jerked backward. All she could manage was an animalistic moan. Thump, thump, he thrust in and out. Yes, this was definitely him fxcking her hard. Marie sobbed and cried out in agony.
“Haah, ah—ahng! Aah…!”
She cried out. It hurt — again and again, it hurt.
“Fxck… Marie, why does it have to be you?”
His rough breath washed over her.
Marie’s eyes clouded with confusion.
“Since earlier, you keep… ngh, what are you—ahh!”
“Why are you making that face?”
“Ah!”
“This is all because of you. You did this to me.”
“Hic!”
“Damn it.”
Maybe it was the angle, but with each stab, it felt like she was being dragged up to her organs. It felt like she was plummeting and then soaring, clinging to solid flesh.
“Are you going to kill me?”
Marie’s eyes went white as she felt a hard jolt.
“……!”
A slick, wet rush of fluid spilled out, sudden and uncontrolled, almost like relieving oneself. The taut cxck spurted hot cxm inside her. Her tight, spasming vxginal walls squeezed and clenched around that throbbing pillar with each release. Marie’s white nails dug into Russell’s hard muscles.
“Hah.”
“Haah… ugh… Russell, Russell—ugh…”
“So I can hate you in peace.”
As Marie’s consciousness faded, she heard Russell’s voice rasping out like it was tearing from his throat.
“You should’ve lived like that, Alphrose.”
Even as she slipped into darkness, her heart dropped with a heavy thud. What… what does that mean?
“You should’ve, Marie.”
What on earth was that…?
* * *
“What…”
When she came to her senses, Marie saw the state she was in—her body still unclean, untouched after everything. It looked as if the maids had hurriedly moved her to the bed only to leave her there on purpose.
Like they meant it as a punishment.
‘After his fiancée’s story.’
The stares, already cold, had turned outright frigid. And then there were the things the Crown Prince had said last night — harsh words spoken as he held her so violently in his study.
Her vision blurred. This kind of foreboding had never passed harmlessly in Marie’s life. Not once had it left her body or heart in peace.
With trembling fingers, she traced over the dried remnants left on her skin. The marks were worse than usual, like someone had spilled their anger onto her.
And that final thing he’d said…
“…No.”
Marie’s eyes shook with anxiety. There was something she didn’t understand. Maybe the hostility from everyone in the Crown Prince’s court wasn’t just about her lowborn status.
Could it be something to do with her mother and father? Or maybe something from childhood, something she couldn’t remember?
Marie curled into herself like a fetus submerged in amniotic fluid. She felt strangely cold even while lying in a warm, soft bed. Her jaw trembled from fear.
‘Then maybe…’
Could it be that being taken in as a courtesan wasn’t just a coincidence? Was that why he’d looked so surprised when she said she couldn’t remember her childhood clearly? But what connection could someone like her possibly have to royalty?
Her chest felt like it was caving in under the weight of dread.
‘If that’s really true…’
Then does he… hate me?
‘That’s right. He said he hated me.’
With sunken eyes, Marie reached out to the empty space on the bed beside her. Please, let it not be that. Let it just be a foolish misunderstanding — something she’d imagined because she was stupid.
Because the crown prince… she didn’t dislike him. In fact, when they touched—
‘It felt good. It was warm. It was nice…’
But then she remembered the cold look in his eyes as he held her. Her chest ached like her heart had vanished.
She had grown used to loneliness. But right now, it was unbearable.
“Freya… Auntie…”
She missed her family.
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