aven put seira in bed, who had lost consciousness at the moment. the place they were at, where all the furniture was covered in white cloth, was seira’s room back when she stayed in the imperial palace as a prospective crown princess.

    it was the only place he could think of as an escape route after pouring his power, amplification, that gave aven the ability to jump over space through shadows.

    for his fiancé who didn’t know back then when she’d manifest as an omega, calrad had placed several layers of devices to prevent pheromones from leaking out. so to speak, this was the perfect place to stay undetected now that seira’s pheromones were running wild as she entered the heat cycle.

    aven carefully pressed his palm around her cheek. her tears running down the corners of her eyes moistened his palms as her fever continued to boil.

    “duchess.”

    touching her while she was unconscious was an act aven would never do. furthermore, he was well aware that seira was recently keeping her distance from him.

    but there was no alternative.

    according to olivia tellon, seira’s death was already planned after jeff got their heir from her lineage. therefore, it was impossible to leave the unconscious seira, to baron, who might accidentally plant his seeds into her womb.

    all the more was it impossible for louis franto, who had no clue what was inside as everything was veiled.

    as she did on the first day of her manifestation, it was best for him to stabilize seira himself.

    “i’m sorry…”

    aven made up his mind. he took off his clothes first and then proceeded to undress seira.

    her pale skin slowly revealed itself in the dark room. even when he got permission, everytime he touched seira, aven was haunted with an endless guilt he couldn’t get rid of.

    to him, seira was the noblest person in the empire. on the other hand, he was a humble man of unknown origin, whom mark helford had shown mercy. he never dreamed of reaching where he was now if askan had retained its former glory.

    he always thought it was sinful for him to dare to look at her naked body, covet the flesh, and stain her womb. but the situation now called for him to do so.

    “punish me however you want to when you wake up.”

    he kissed her carefully and wiped out calrad’s touch with his pheromone. it was never easy to erase the traces of viseltium, which was the thickest amongst the pure bloods. but in the end, whether alpha or omega, they were people with emotions.

    aven was unaware that seira relied on him. their relationship, which has been steady for three years since she manifested, has placed a bond like a semi-imprint between them. that’s why seira was able to cover up and destroy viseltium’s pheromone with her own.

    the last place he dropped his kisses were on a smooth and shaven mound. her waist bounced with her shallow breathing as aven buried his face between her legs and licked her clean.

    “ha….”

    drenched in aven’s familiar pheromone, seira released a sweet moan unlike before when she was suffering. her entrance, from the first time she was undressed, became wetter. after chasing and sucking up to the fluid that flowed down her perineum, aven raised his upper body.

    omega’s heat didn’t end simply by inducing orgasm. it was a problem that couldn’t be solved without providing an alpha’s semen.

    grabbing his throbbing shaft with an undeniable excitement, aven pushed the head to her entrance. as he slowly moved his waist, seira’s narrow hole widened to the fullest as if to accept him. his brows twisted as guilt rose to his throat again. it’s this kind of pleasure that tormented and hurt him.

    “yes…”

    he bit his lip as he looked down on her moaning either in pain or pleasure. then, aven pushed himself in. he shut his eyes tightly, and by the time he opened them his pleasure turned his sight all white.

    he could see the connection between her and his bodies. he moved slowly, gently rubbing her exposed clitoris. aven had to restrain himself as much as he could to avoid straining seira’s body.

    his penis pushed deeper as he heard a chirping sound. he pulled himself out immediately as if he wouldn’t let himself in anymore, but then again, collapsed helplessly with the delicate hands that reached out to him.

    “ugh…” he sighed with pent-up frustration.

    contrary to seira’s idea, he remembered most of his relationship with her. of course, he knew where her favorite place was and how to touch it to make her cry out beautifully.

    the tip of the penis was tucked deep inside her, and when he gently pressed her lower stomach with his palm, her vagina tightened and squeezed him in.

    “yes… ahh…” seira moaned.

    “duchess…”

    aven, caught in a dizzying impulse, tilted his upper body and lowered his head. he licked her pale pink nipples while hugging her plump chest that couldn’t be grabbed with just one hand. her inner walls holding his genitals flinched and convulsed as he wrapped her small, round nipple with his tongue and suckled like a child.