CHAPTER 93: _PUSH HIS URGES

Elian’s POV

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"Ugh, my fucking nose." Estella groaned with frustration, turning away from him and walking toward Magnus.

The latter handed her a small handkerchief before fixing his gaze on Elian, his eyes calculating.

"What do we do about his heat?" Magnus asked, arching an eyebrow. "We can’t have the guards distracted by his pheromones."

[Oh, but we can... This might be our shot.]

Elian swallowed hard, getting extra uncomfortable because of the sweat sticking to his clothes.

His stomach coiled with heat, making him lower his head as Magnus’ footsteps echoed.

"I must admit... You smell infuriating." The Baron remarked with a rasp, and Elian could almost imagine his grin even though he had his head lowered.

"I never knew you were so disgusting, Magnus." Aurora spat from her corner, making Elian raise his head. "Seriously. How could you say such a thing about him in front of your mate?"

Elian blinked, not knowing how to handle any of this.

[Would you look at that? Your pheromones managed to upset at least one straight couple.]

’They have bigger problems than me. Especially Magnus.’ Elian thought, his chest getting heavy. ’This is becoming unbearable.’

"Disgusting. Is an Omega’s pheromones always this... Confusing?" A guard suddenly asked his comrade with disgust behind him.

"Don’t tell me you’re questioning your sexuality, Jon." Another chimed with a light cackle.

"Please! I’m... I’m just disgusted." The first guard said, nearly yelling. "His hormones... Gods, I wish there was some good pussy to fuck right—"

"Are the two of you insane?" Estella snapped, glaring at them. "Keep it in your pants until we’re done with the mission."

Elian let out a sigh of relief, but he was still sweating like he’d taken a dip in a pool.

[Yeah, a pool of hormones. Things could escalate really quickly if we don’t find a way to weaponise this to our advantage.]

’Weaponise it, how?’

[Easy... Your charm Aura mixed with your heat is a dangerous combo. All you need to do is say a few words here and there to rile a guard or two to your side. Create some kind of discord.]

That’ll turn them against each other!

"Don’t you think we should give him a pill?" Magnus asked Estella in a low tone, folding his arms in front of his chest. "If we want things to go smoothly, we need to avoid distractions."

Estella let out a groan, grabbing his arm. "Leaving him to his fate is the best move. The more he suffers, the more the stakes will go up for Lucian. Then the Alpha Prince will play right into my palms."

"Our palms." Magnus corrected, tilting his head. "Don’t forget my organisation’s role in all this."

Estella sniggered. "Right. Like the time you sent an assassin to kill him in his sleep and it failed. Woefully. And now we don’t know who sent that second one."

As they argued, Elian flicked his eyes to Aurora.

Her silver eyes glinted with murderous intent as she glared at Estella and Magnus, but she soon noticed Elian’s eyes on her.

When their eyes met, her gaze softened slightly with guilt and Elian had a feeling he knew why.

Lucian had told her to watch him but instead, she unwittingly led them into Estella’s trap. But he didn’t blame her... Not even a bit.

"We’ll get out of here." He mouthed with a reassuring smile, hoping she was able to read his lips.

However, his breath caught in his throat when a hand suddenly trailed down his shoulder from behind. His knees shook, the heat in his stomach coiling.

[In the name of everything unholy... It’s one of the guards! Your pheromones are affecting him more than the others.]

Elian’s heart nearly jumped into his throat as he racked his head, thinking of a way out of this.

"If only you were a lady..." The guard whispered, and from the look of things, his comrades didn’t mind. "Goddess, what I would do to you. The fun I’ll have—"

Just when Elian felt like he was going to melt with a confusing mix of disgust and arousal, Aurora snapped.

"Hey! Touch him again and I swear I’ll rip your fingers and feed them to you." She had her fangs bared, turning her head to Magnus and Estella who were done arguing.

"Magnus, I get how Estella is this petty. But you?" She asked, shaking her head. "Please, Elian doesn’t deserve this embarrassment. Give him a pill at least or tell your guards to back off."

Magnus showed signs of hesitation but before he could say anything, Estella sneered.

"Oh, be quiet! You’re lucky I haven’t discarded you already. We don’t want Lucian backing out of the marriage deal because I killed his sister."

She then brought her gaze to Elian, causing him to stiffen with fear. His limbs shook and he felt like air was leaving his lungs.

What was that bitch plotting now?

"You." Estella pointed at the guard who had been touching him just then, a small smirk curling up her lips. "Since you seem so interested in our little Omega, why don’t you... Push his urges?"

"Estella..." Magnus tried to speak, but she ignored him, stepping forward with slow, deliberate steps.

Her high heels echoed on the marble floor like a bad omen, her silhouette getting darker thanks to the illumination from the crystals behind her.

"B–But, ma’am... I’m s—" the guard stuttered but Estella cut him short.

"Straight? Right..." She chuckled, clasping her hands in front of her chest. "I didn’t say you should fuck him. Just a touch here and a brush down his chest should do the trick. It’s up to you if you want to... Take things further."

Dread surged through Elian hotter than the heat.

Was she... Was she suggesting the guy sexually assaults him?!

Eventually, the guard stepped from behind him and came into view. When Elian saw him, he nearly yelped.

He was clad in the empire’s golden armour, with full black hair and a thick beard. His face was... Interesting.

But definitely not someone Elian would pick for a random hookup, even in desperation.

[Talk about a face only a mother can love... But at least his muscles aren’t lacking.]

’Not helping!’

Elian’s heart rammed against his chest at an increasing rate as he shifted his feet on the floor backwards, closing his eyes to keep his urges at bay.

His senses ignited, his nose picking up the guard’s musky scent and the alcohol coming from his mouth.

"Estella, you can’t do this!" Aurora yelled, the chains binding her jingling as she struggled.

But Estella only laughed like a stereotypical wicked witch as Elian kept his eyes closed, dreading his fate.

The guard’s hands found his shoulders, causing his erection to throb with a nerve-wracking ache.

But then—

BOOM!

A loud explosion sounded, rocking the place and causing the crystal lights to flicker.

Elian’s eyes shot open as smoke and ash billowed into the room, covering it and making it hard to see.

Goddess, now what?