TPWTM 4

A club? As they say, a leopard cannot change its spots. Yurik clicked his tongue and waved his hand at the boy.

“You may go now.”

“Are you going in alone?”

“Did you think I would receive your protection then?”

“If there is someone you are looking for, shall I call them for you?”

“That will not be necessary.”

Yurik, having curtly dismissed the boy who was being cheekily persistent, took a breath and composed himself. Then, with a grim determination, he opened the old wooden door and entered the club.

“Hey, another beer over here!”

“Where is this bastard hiding his cards?”

“Hahaha! I won this round!”

The inside… was even more of a mess than the outside. Shouts, laughter, and chatter noisily pierced his ears. Under the dim lighting, tables were lined up, and men with rough looking faces were gathered together, puffing on cigarettes and dealing cards.

Empty glasses were packed on every table, and there were even some guys who slammed their fists on the desk and overturned the game. The floor was just as filthy as the outside, and the tables were also old. The inside of the club was filled with cigarette smoke. In the extremely unpleasant and dirty environment, Yurik felt a little dizzy.

Good heavens, is this a place a nobleman comes to play? A place with such poor hygiene and cleanliness is called a club?

Yurik barely managed to swallow dryly and walked between the tables. As Yurik passed, the mouths of those who had been chattering idly closed one by one. Feeling more and more gazes on him, Yurik straightened his back even more. Someone even let out a whistle.

“Damn fine…”

“How much is that worth.”

The whispers reached Yurik’s ears, but he ignored them for the time being. Dealing with such people one by one would only tire him out. And since he came to find Karon, it was best not to create any unnecessary trouble. Talking to him was the urgent matter.

Yurik headed towards the central display case. There was a person there whose gender was indistinguishable, but upon closer inspection, it was a man. His face was powdered white and his lips were painted bright red, and he puffed on a cigar as he looked at Yurik. Yurik was momentarily flustered but cleared his throat and asked.

“Are you the owner?”

“Yes, yes… well.”

The man in drag answered indifferently. It was then. Someone suddenly cut in from the side.

“You seem to be a nobleman, hmm. You smell divine…!”

A large man, reeking of alcohol as if he were thoroughly drunk, tried to embrace Yurik. Yurik immediately slapped the man’s hand away. The sound of a loud slap echoed, and the noisy hall fell silent.

“Hah.”

“How dare you lay a hand on me.”

Yurik’s gaze was cold as he stared, but the man twisted the corner of his lips. He looked back and forth between his hand that Yurik had slapped away and Yurik, then let out a hollow laugh and his cheek twitched.

“Looks like you’ve got quite a temper?”

“Ahaha, Beric! You’ve been rejected, so get lost.”

Another man, grinning, stood up and approached Yurik. He leaned close, resting his elbow on the table, and gave Yurik a suggestive once over. The man called Beric wrapped his thick arm around Yurik’s waist and pulled.

“…!”

His legs staggered from the sudden pull. Thanks to that, Yurik ended up in Beric’s arms. Yurik gritted his teeth. These vulgar bastards…

“I called dibs on this one first, so if anyone’s getting lost, it’s you!”

“He said he doesn’t like muscle pigs!”

The man who had stuck to him late spat out a curse and swung a fist at Beric. Beric, unable to dodge, was hit in the jaw and fell, pulling Yurik with him. Yurik squeezed his eyes shut. Crash! As he fell, Yurik rolled on the dirty floor.

Damn it…! Damn it! Yurik cursed inwardly. The situation itself was absurd. What is this sudden brawl! As he scrambled to get away from Beric who had grabbed him and placed his hands on the floor, his palms felt wet. Ugh. Yurik flinched and pulled his hands away in disgust. He tried to get up from his fallen position, but he heard rough breathing from behind.

“Fuck, then let’s share.”

“I was first, you bastard!”

One man wrapped his arms around Yurik’s back, suggestively groping his waist. Yurik’s face turned pale. What on earth is this…!

“What do you think you are doing!”

“Whaaaat are youuuu doooing~”

The man grinned foolishly and mimicked Yurik’s words. He felt a hand grabbing and tearing at the buttons of his coat, fumbling with his shirt. Yurik struggled desperately. The shock of this first time experience made his panic grow.

“Hehe, it’s been a while since I got to hold a soft city boy!”

“Ugh. Let go…!”

In response to his resistance, Beric grabbed both of Yurik’s arms. Beric was also smiling with a loosened expression. Yurik blushed with shame. These things are now… me! Me! A nobleman and an alpha, me…!

“Look at that face, so pretty.”

“Let’s have some fun together tonight. You came all this way because you wanted this, didn’t you?”

“If you do not let go immediately, I will have you…!”

“Do what. Huh?”

The man buried his head in the nape of Yurik’s neck and took a deep breath. Yurik trembled all over with goosebumps. And then,

“Honestly, I told you not to cause trouble.”

Thud!

The man who had been hugging Yurik from behind was kicked and fell away with a grunt. Yurik gasped for breath and lifted his head.

The first thing that came into view were the eyes of the person standing under the old, orange light. A gaze that flashed gold. With a uniform jacket slung over his shoulder and both hands stuck in his trouser pockets, the man was looking at them with a pathetic expression. Yurik held his breath. Karon Chevinelle…! It was him.

He grabbed the nape of Beric, who was trying to subtly slip away, and slammed his head into the adjacent table.

“Do you know how many promises I made with the commander to bring you guys here? And now you cause a ruckus like this… huh?”

And then, Karon finally recognized Yurik. Karon narrowed his eyes and looked at Yurik.

“Yuri?”

At the military academy, Yurik was a cadet who achieved excellent grades, but that was only when it came to the work of an officer. That is, he was a ‘staff officer’, not a sword wielding knight. He could confidently perform the role of a staff officer, but if asked to go out and fight with a sword, Yurik lacked confidence.

In the first place, the Windsor family was a family that had expanded its power through innate strategic talent. Of course, his parents and younger brother had ruined all of that, and the glory of the family was on the verge of decline in his generation.

No, more importantly, Yuri? Yuri! How dare he use a nickname so casually. Yurik gritted his teeth. In fact, he was more angered by the fact that Karon Chevinelle had caught him in this situation than by that.

“Oh, I’m dying! Why did you bring us here if you were going to do this! Shoving us into this shabby club!”

“Go say that in front of the madam. You’ll get your cheeks slapped until they’re bruised.”

Karon answered indifferently to Beric, who was crawling on the floor awkwardly after being kicked. Until then, Yurik could not lift his head and only trembled. Damn it, damn it! All sorts of curses flowed through his mind. He could not get up. As he was hunched over, trying to fix his messy clothes, Karon pulled Yurik’s arm. Yurik was inadvertently pulled by him and got to his feet.

And, his eyes met Karon’s golden eyes, which flashed like a wild beast’s. Yurik flinched. Karon’s cheek twitched as he looked Yurik’s disheveled state up and down, then clicked his tongue.

“You’re a mess. Yuri. Really, who told a noble sir to come to such a humble place so carelessly?”

Karon wrapped his arm around Yurik’s waist and lifted him up in a flash. For a moment, Yurik’s eyes widened and he struggled. Right now, Karon was trying to throw him over his shoulder! Him, an alpha over 180 cm tall!

“Put, put me down!”

“Shh. It’s for your own good, Sir.”

“Hey, Karon Chevinelle!”

Yurik struggled and twisted his body, but it was as if Karon was made of steel, he could not break free. The men in the club who were watching the situation pounded on the tables and whistled as they watched Karon lift Yurik up and carry him inside.

“Ooh! The commander has caught his prey!”

“Have a hell of a night! Do it here! Here!”

Karon, passing between the tables, stopped and glanced once at the men who were laughing and making lewd jokes. Only then did the cheers and laughter die down. It was because his gaze was cold.

“If you cause trouble one more time, I can bring your death dates forward. Drink and play nicely.”

“Booo!”

“Shut up, you bastards.”

Karon, who had snapped irritably at the jeering men, headed inside with Yurik slung over his shoulder. He pushed open a wooden door with his shoulder and went deeper inside, then opened a door to a room on one side of the corridor. Until then, Yurik had been struggling frantically.

“Hey, Karon! Put me down.”

“I told you, just stay still.”

Karon placed Yurik down on a plush couch. When Yurik, flustered, tried to get up, he pushed his shoulder down to make him sit.

“Wait a moment.”

“You…!”

Karon approached Yurik. Yurik was flustered by his gradually leaning body. It was as if he was about to pounce!

“You…! What are you doing!”

Karon turned his head slightly to meet Yurik’s gaze, then suddenly thrust his hand toward his waist. Yurik jumped in surprise, but Karon nonchalantly picked up a towel that was behind Yurik and showed it to him. One corner of Karon’s mouth twitched.

“What were you thinking?”

“…You insolent bastard.”

“Yuri, I think your thoughts are more insolent.”

“Do not call me that.”

Karon smirked. He was growling like a fierce leopard, but to him, he looked like a cat with shimmering platinum blond hair. The metaphor was a bit cringey, but there was no more accurate expression.

Yurik, seeing the towel Karon held out, snatched it fiercely and wiped his dirty hands, completely oblivious to how Karon saw him. The sticky substance left a more unpleasant feeling the more he wiped it.

Karon sat on the sofa opposite the couch, crossed his legs, and watched Yurik. Yurik was annoyed by his relaxed, almost leisurely attitude, but he hid it and first straightened his clothes. If he let Karon Chevinelle get the upper hand with his attitude here, he would be losing from the very beginning.

The reason Yurik valued dignity was because it became one’s attitude. And presence comes from dignity. The posture that defines a person. Luxurious clothes. Gaze. The tip of the chin. Elegant fingertips. That is what Yurik was taught.

Therefore, to create the most confident situation for himself now, Yurik lifted his chin and looked at Karon challengingly.

Karon smirked. Yurik’s current behavior seemed laughable to him. He was pretending not to know out of consideration for his pride, but his sleeve button was currently buttoned incorrectly. It was all too clear how flustered Yurik was. Karon rested his chin on his hand, his eyes narrowed, and after observing Yurik, he opened his mouth.

“I know you’re not the type to come to a place like this, so what brings you here?”

“…I came to find you.”

“So you’ve decided to drop the formalities now?”

“I don’t think that’s something for someone who called me by my name without any courtesy first to say.”

Yurik retorted sharply. Yuri… he did not know where he had picked up and was using that nickname.

Yuri barely managed to calm down, doing his best to keep his hands from shaking. Experiencing such undignified behavior and speech was quite a shock. Yurik had never been anything but the scion of a great family. He was a man who had been raised quite nobly and gently.

“Hah. So, what’s the reason you came?”

Karon asked, leaning back deeply into the backrest. Yurik looked at him. His complexion seemed pale for some reason. Of course, whether Karon’s complexion was pale or not was no reason for him to care. Yurik lifted his chin, took a small breath, and prepared to speak. But it was then.

The door on one side of the room, whose purpose was unknown, creaked open. A white hand was revealed through the crack in the door, and a man with blond hair and white skin similar to Yurik’s peeked his head in. Yurik was taken aback and swallowed his words.

“Commander? What am I supposed to do if you call me and just leave?”

As the man appeared, the first thing he felt was the strong pheromone of roses that pricked his nose. Yurik momentarily frowned and covered his nose. It was the scent of an omega. The man, whose eyes were glazed over with a slightly dazed look, glanced at Karon upon seeing a new person in the room, then slightly lifted the corners of his lips, which looked as if they had been painted with red rouge.

“Oh my, what’s this. Are the three of us doing it?”

“Stop talking nonsense and go change your clothes, Cecil.”

Cecil? The man, whose name was coincidentally similar to his noble younger brother’s, brushed his wet hair and smiled at Yurik. Then he closed the door again and went back inside.

Yurik was dumbfounded by the current situation. It was obvious to anyone that the place that man had just come out of was the bathroom, and that man was an omega. And a platinum blond beauty who resembled his own family’s coloring, no less!

If an alpha and an omega share a bathroom in the same room, isn’t it all too obvious what had happened, or what was going to happen. And yet, he brought him, with whom marriage talks were ongoing, into such a place? Not even to the room next door, but to a room where an omega was blatantly present?

Of course, Karon knows that the marriage is to be with his omega younger brother, not him. And he had to explain today about that, that is, damn it, Sehil has run off on a lover’s escape, the family is on the verge of ruin, and your marriage partner is not a noble omega but me! He had to find a compromise, and surely, he was going to… negotiate.

Yurik gritted his teeth. And he glared at Karon Chevinelle. At that fiery gaze, Karon, who had been leaning back leisurely, looked at Yurik. He, who had been resting his face on one hand, asked Yurik as if to say, what’s the problem.

“What is it, Sir Yurik Windsor?”

“To be fooling around with an omega while you have a prospective partner, your reputation as the prodigal son of the empire certainly hasn’t gone anywhere.”

“Oh, my,”

Karon smirked. Yurik’s challenging gaze stimulated his fighting spirit. Karon clenched his fists even tighter in his dry mouth and tried to act as if nothing was wrong.

“Are you in heat or something? For this to be the first thing you do upon returning to the capital, after sending that precious flower in a carriage full to your partner. The way you deceive is so low-class it’s astounding.”

“Flowers… Ah, the flowers. Did our Sir Yurik Windsor come all this way because of those flowers?”

Yurik glared at Karon who was smirking, then stood up abruptly with a coolly hardened face. Negotiating with this promiscuous man. He was trying to do something that even he thought was absurd. There was no need to do such a thing, all he had to do was refuse!

At that moment, the family’s debt and worries about the runaway Sehil disappeared from Yurik’s mind. All that filled him was the thought of giving the finger to the damn Chevinelle family and the still arrogant Karon.

Should I just accept the marriage and show up at the engagement ceremony myself? How horrified he would be and how… the rumors would spread throughout the empire.

Yurik bit his lip lightly. To think that the only way he could think of to give him the finger was to crash the engagement ceremony. In place of his younger brother, at that! He would be mercilessly chewed up as an appetizer in every pub on the street for days as a piece of gossip. And he would probably be caught before that. The damned victory banquet is just around the corner!

Yurik shook his head lightly. The situation was ridiculously cornered right now, but he would be able to find a way out soon. If need be, he could really find a mistress to be the pillar of the family as an alpha. Fortunately, this part was not a problem as he only had to choose carefully. After all, Yurik was on the list of the most eligible bachelors in the empire.

He does not have to get entangled with this damn Karon Chevinelle. Gossip would be unavoidable, but it was better than the family going bankrupt like this and being handed over to some company called Ryuzha or Ryuzeha.

Watching Yurik continuously mulling over his thoughts, Karon snapped his fingers in front of Yurik.

“What are you thinking so hard about in front of someone?”

Yurik looked at Karon. Karon spoke lightly and leaned back leisurely on the sofa again. He let out a deep sigh.

“As you can see, I’m not in a very good condition. Let’s just get to the point, short and sweet.”

“Fine.”

Yurik instinctively scanned Karon’s face. Not in a very good condition. For some reason, from the first time he saw him, his cheeks were flushed and his complexion was dead, he certainly did not look well. And seeing that there was an omega… could he be in rut. Oh, damn it. That was even more terrible. To face another alpha during his rut.

Yurik, thinking of leaving quickly, said. Karon was looking him over with half lidded eyes. He felt the gaze, but Yurik opened his mouth.

“I will not accept the proposal… Ugh!”

But it was then. Karon snatched Yurik’s arm as he stood in front of him and pulled him into his embrace. Yurik was helplessly pulled and fell into Karon’s arms as if he were being hugged. Yurik, frowning at the sudden action, was about to say something to Karon, but the hand that wrapped around his waist was one step faster. Yurik, startled, tried to push Karon away.

“What, what are you doing!”

“Yuri.”

Even when he pushed, the hard body did not budge. To the point of hurting his pride as a fellow alpha, Karon was overpowering him with a force that Yurik could not handle. He heard ragged breathing next to his ear. A low, sunken voice. And spreading as if to instantly conquer the room.

“Ka, Karon.”

“Yuri.”

An alpha’s pheromone.

Yurik looked at Karon with a pale face. This man, he had been hiding such a strong pheromone all this time. He really was in rut! It was a situation where he could not help but recognize it as a fellow alpha. Karon had been enduring the onset of his rut until now, and now it had burst.

He felt suffocated by the pheromone scent that erupted like an explosion. The wrist that Karon held tightly hurt so much that he tried to pull it away, but each time, Karon brought his upper body closer to Yurik and started to rub his lower body against him.

Yurik, horrified by the squirming body, struggled to get away. But soon, that movement became completely meaningless. Karon had hugged Yurik, turned his body, and laid Yurik down on the sofa. With their positions reversed, Yurik, trapped in Karon’s arms, looked at Karon with a stiff face.

“Hah…”

The unfocused gaze approached menacingly. His heart started to pound like crazy. The eyes, resembling those of a bird of prey, were deeply sunken and had a dark light. Yurik saw that the hand caressing his cheek was covered in scars. An alpha in rut. What should I do in a situation like this? Yurik froze.

The scent of Karon’s pheromone that wafted to the tip of his nose was… paradoxically a bit funny in this situation,

a floral scent, as if mixed with sweet honey. Yurik felt he knew why Karon had sent the Pleonia flowers.

The scent that he had smelled to the point of being sick of it from being placed in vases all over the house was mixed with a honey-like sweetness, and he could smell it here now.

This man, he carried the scent of Pleonia.

• ~ *

Yurik’s days as a military academy cadet were nothing special. The school he had entered to solidify his authority as a nobleman and for social life was more professional than he had expected, and there was much to learn.

Other than that, he remembered not participating much in the social clubs or other internal and external activities he had looked forward to.

Just taking classes on officer duties and staff officer training as a cadet was quite overwhelming, and Yurik was not very interested in sports clubs. Especially in the act of kicking a round ball under the sun, shouting, and bumping into sweaty bodies.

That day was a late spring day when countless flowers were falling. A day when the sunlight poured down warmly, the wind blew gently, and he felt like he would suffocate from the scent of flowers.

The reason that came to mind was because that was the day he first saw Karon. During his cadet days, Yurik was crossing the school plaza to stop by the library after finishing his classes.

At the military academy, it was a common sight to see sweaty men, shirtless with deeply cut tank tops, military caps, and only walkers, running in formation. Especially, running from the large plaza to the training grounds was a very common method used for basic physical training.

That day too, the sight of men running in step with the usual shouts of command came into view. Since Yurik was in a different department from them, he did not have much occasion to sweat. He quickened his pace, frowning lest any dust should get on his pure white cadet uniform and the books he held in a neat stack.

However, what he soon encountered was a group returning from a tactical march. They were passing through the plaza with heavy military gear, their steps in formation. It was a coincidence that they blocked Yurik’s path.

Yurik waited for the group, which appeared to be the 1st Battalion, to pass completely. And just when he thought everyone had passed and took a step, a faint breeze blew through the place that had been filled with the strong smell of sweat and men, and for a moment, a familiar scent tickled the tip of his nose.

Pleonia.

He caught the fragrance of the most precious flower in the empire. Because his mother liked it and often decorated the mansion with it in vases, Yurik knew that flower better than anyone. It also suited the dignity of the count’s family, so Yurik himself was quite fond of the flower.

And that flower scent was coming from a man who was barely managing to follow at the tail end of the 1st Battalion that had passed him.

His gaze was naturally drawn to him.

He was carrying two military packs on both shoulders, and with one hand, he was supporting a cadet with a pale complexion who looked like he was about to collapse. Short red hair soaked in sweat, fierce golden eyes like a beast. Beads of sweat flowed down his angular jawline, but strangely… it did not look dirty. Just moments ago, all the training cadets had felt nothing but filthy.

The tall, red haired man moved his steps with difficulty, supporting the man beside him. He could hear the man next to him murmuring softly.

“Ka, Karon, this is far enough. You go on ahead.”

“Be quiet. We go to the end together.”

“You’ve suffered enough. This is good enough. Everyone will acknowledge it.”

“Stop talking nonsense and if you have the strength for that, just move your feet.”

“Ha, you punk… so stubborn.”

“You dare complain after coming this far without falling behind thanks to me?”

“Complain? What complaint, I’m just so grateful I could die.”

“Then shut your mouth and follow.”

Despite the sharp tone, he could feel that he was grumbling while taking care of his friend next to him. Only then could Yurik see that the friend next to him had injured his leg. The man named Karon had supported the limping man all the way to the academy.

Yurik stared blankly at the two people passing in front of him. As they passed, Karon glanced at Yurik as if brushing past him. Yurik thought their eyes had met, but Karon indifferently turned his gaze away.

The strong scent of Pleonia. The scent of an alpha that, as an alpha, he could not help but smell.

Yurik stood rooted to the spot, watching their backs until the two of them disappeared beyond the training grounds.

That was when. The moment his interest in Karon began… and he fell for him.

His thoughts were dragged into the past and then returned to reality. Yurik only lowered his eyes to look at Karon, who had his head buried in the nape of his neck. It was this scent. A scent that evoked nostalgia.

With the memories of the past, his body went limp at the pheromones that rushed in like a flood. If he was not careful, he felt like he would release his own pheromones and become entangled like a beast.

As Yurik listened to the rough breathing of the man pinning him down with force, he unconsciously began to slowly raise his hand to the man’s waist. Just as he was about to touch him, as if to embrace him, the creaking sound of a door opening echoed along with an unfamiliar voice, sounding dumbfounded.

“Oh my, what are you two doing?”

Yurik, who had been lost in the past, was startled awake by the sudden voice and pushed Karon away with all his might. It was just when Karon, with his head buried in Yurik’s neck, was about to bite and tear off his cravat with his teeth. Karon fell backward and crashed to the floor with a thud.

Yurik was so flustered that he panted, taking ragged breaths. He pulled up his clothes and looked at the owner of the voice that had suddenly appeared. It was the omega who had briefly shown his face in the bathroom earlier. He was looking at Karon and Yurik with a peculiar expression.

“Hah…”

Karon, sprawled on the floor, seemed to have finally regained his senses. He frowned, his eyes clearer than before, and clutched his head. When he lifted his head, Yurik bit his lip hard and shot to his feet.

The omega was still looking back and forth between Yurik and Karon. Yurik felt as if his earlobes were turning red for no reason. Good heavens, to be caught in such an undignified state…! And what was he, himself, just about to do! Yurik came to his senses as if he had been doused with water. And he glared at Karon.

“The man who proposed just this morning is not only playing around with an omega, but also attacking a complete stranger, you’re really something else. I will remember this scene clearly.”

“Hey, Yuri.”

“Do not call me that!”

Yurik shouted as if screaming. At that, Karon, who had been frowning and pressing his forehead against a splitting headache, lifted his head and looked at Yurik. Despite his face being flushed due to the rut, he did not forget to mock Yurik with all his might.

“Does something so trivial bother you that much? We’re families that are going to be united, shouldn’t you allow this much with a generous heart?”

Yurik snorted.

“If I have to permit even that kind of thing, then I will reconsider the marriage. Sir Chevinelle.”

“Wow, you talk as if your own opinion is the most important thing?”

As Karon muttered, Yurik looked at him crookedly and smirked. Then, with a face that instantly turned as cold as ice, he turned his body without looking back and left the room.

Watching his back as he stormed out like the wind, Karon frowned and, still sitting on the floor, leaned languidly against the sofa. He had been controlling his rut cycle with medication on the southern front, so lately, he could not predict the cycle. Karon saw his own lower body, which had swelled up from the deep heat that rose like a beast in heat, and let out a hollow laugh.

After rubbing his face with a dry hand for a long time, Karon asked Cecil, who was approaching.

“Cecil, what did I do?”

“Well. You were trying to pounce on your bride’s brother.”

“…What crazy thing are you saying.”

“You’re the one who did it, Your Excellency. And on top of that, far from asking for forgiveness, you even took a jab at him. What were you thinking?”

“…Really?”

“Um… I suppose so?”

“What kind of answer is that? Answer me properly.”

“Your Excellency was in the wrong. To suddenly try to attack your marriage partner’s brother, I thought you were planning to devour both brothers.”

“Watch your mouth. You were also acting like an omega, pretending to be a prostitute on purpose.”

“Wow, Your Excellency. I really am an omega, you know?”

Cecil shrugged his shoulders as if dumbfounded. Then he naturally supported Karon and led him to the bed. After that, he rummaged through the drawer under the table, took out a medicine bottle, and handed it to Karon.

Karon took it with annoyance. It was the rut stabilizer he had been taking tirelessly since the southern front. Karon muttered.

“I think I’m going to get erectile dysfunction because of this now…”

“That’s not something the number one prodigal son of the empire should say, all the noble ladies and omegas are shedding tears. And from what I see, you’re still…”

“Hey, hey. What are you doing.”

Cecil brazenly stuck his head between Karon’s legs and reached out his hand. Karon quickly slapped away Cecil’s hand, which was about to touch his precious place. Cecil grinned.

Cecil was one of Karon’s loyal subordinates who had worked as his aide since they were on the southern front. He did not know what Yurik had misunderstood, no, in fact, he knew very well what he had misunderstood. It was not the first or second time he had used it. That is, mainly when shooing away clinging nobles and omegas?

Karon swallowed a groan and rubbed his face again. He could not understand why his rut had suddenly erupted the moment he saw Yurik. He had never lost his mind to this extent before.

Yurik had not emitted any scent even when he had gotten excited and released his pheromones. And yet, he, had gotten madly excited at the sight of an alpha and lunged at him. In a state of having lost his mind. It was astounding. Karon leaned deeply into the bed and muttered.

“I’ll have to apologize. If I don’t want to become a promiscuous bastard who plays around sloppily even with my future bride’s older brother.”

“I think you’ve already become one?”

“No.”

Cecil raised his eyebrows with a ‘what do you want me to do’ expression and threw a blanket at Karon. Even at the aide’s disrespectful act, Karon could only glare and say nothing. Cecil roughly covered Karon with the blanket and, humming a tune, opened the door to leave the room. Karon called him.

“Hey, Cecil. Where are you going, leaving a sick person behind?”

“Your Excellency has no intention of rolling around with me, so I’m going to find another alpha. I think I’m going to lose my mind from excitement because of Your Excellency’s pheromone scent right now.”

“…”

Cecil waved his hand with a mischievous smile. Karon, with a displeased face, pulled the blanket up to the top of his head.