The simple glimpse of Kyon in the carriage was enough to give Arion hope .
A surge of desperate energy coursed through Arion, overriding his nausea and exhaustion. He immediately abandoned his discreet approach and melted into the bustling crowds, following the royal carriage with a single-minded intensity. He kept to the shadows, dodging carts and weaving through throngs of people, the scent of horses and exhaust fumes momentarily masking his own potent omega heat.
The carriage eventually came to a halt before a majestic, sprawling royal palace—Prince Valerius's residence. This was it. This was where Kyon was staying. Arion watched as Kyon, impeccable in foreign silks, descended from the carriage. His posture was perfect, his face a picture of serene, almost delicate beauty. He looked exactly like the 'weak omega prince' Kyon had planned to be.
Arion crept closer, finding a hidden vantage point behind a row of elaborate topiaries. He watched as Prince Valerius, a burly, charismatic alpha with a powerful presence, stepped forward to greet Kyon. Valerius's eyes raked over Kyon's form with an openly possessive gaze.
"My beautiful Prince Kyon," Valerius rumbled, his voice deep and smooth. He reached out, his hand making a bold move to caress Kyon's thigh, then his neck . "You are truly beautiful, but even so, I've never seen an omega as tall as an alpha. It is... captivating and surprising ."
Kyon merely smiled, a slight, almost shy blush rising on his cheeks—a perfect performance of vulnerable modesty. He gently, subtly, evaded Valerius's lingering touch. "Your Highness is too kind. My father, the King, insisted on rigorous physical training for my own safety and protection. He feared for my delicate constitution in these turbulent times, despite my… nature." He delivered the lines with practiced grace, painting a picture of an alpha-sized omega forced to train for self-preservation, not for inherent strength. He smelled of soft white tea, with only the faintest, almost imperceptible undertone of his true amber alpha scent.
Valerius's eyes darkened with a predatory gleam. He was clearly intrigued, his rougher alpha instincts stirred by Kyon's delicate defiance. He leaned in, his own potent alpha pheromones surging, preparing for a more intimate advance.
But before Valerius could make another move, a faint, almost imperceptible shift occurred in the air. Kyon's serene smile didn't waver, but a subtle spark ignited in his dark eyes. He caught it—the distinct, distressed scent of an omega in heat, overlaid with the unique, earthy scent of Arion. It was faint, but unmistakable, carried on the breeze from Arion's hiding spot.
The mission, Kyon thought, a triumphant smirk finally gracing his lips, was about to become complete. His warrior had arrived, prematurely, uncontrollably, and right on cue. The game was about to get much more interesting.
Arion felt a wave or irritation course through him , he want to walk until there , how dare he! , Arion clenched jaw so tight it hurt , he felt his veins throbbing onto his neck, his scent threatening to go on explosive motion, he keep observing, I want to smack that smirk off kyon face!,. Kyon doesn't do anything and only smirk .
Come to me,just has I had plan, I knew he couldn't control himself if I wasn't around for too long!. Kyon thought inside him his face feeling hot as he blink slowly and seductively at valerius, he doesn't advance and doesn't says anything but then . He hide his smirk, he replace it it by a mask of eager and vulnerable, he place back on his weak omega's side .
True , he had felt Arion distress omega's in heat scent.
primal blend of fear, heat, and that unique, earthy note that belonged only to HIS warrior. Kyon knew exactly where Arion was hiding, and he knew precisely how to use the warrior's agony to his advantage.
His performance for Prince Valerius immediately shifted gears. It was no longer about polite evasion; it was about seduction. This was the moment Kyon's true mission—the acquisition of the Jade Heart—fully merged with his possessive control over Arion. The Jade Heart, a legendary artifact rumored to grant immense political and magical influence, was hidden deep within the vaults of Valerius's father's castle, the very heart of the Western Capital. To gain access, Kyon needed not just alliance, but Valerius's complete trust and affection.
Kyon took a small, deliberate step closer to Valerius, tilting his head just enough to expose the vulnerable curve of his neck—the perfect seductive sight , which he knew would infuriate Arion.
"Your Highness , speaks of beauty," Kyon murmured, his voice dropping to a low, intimate register that was specifically modulated to carry faintly on the breeze toward Arion's hiding spot. "Perhaps you see in me the potential for... companionship? I confess, my father's court is so cold, so focused on power. A prince like you, with such commanding presence and warmth... it is rather overwhelming."
He allowed his gaze to linger on Valerius's mouth for a moment before dropping his eyes in a show of manufactured shyness. Valerius, a straightforward alpha used to dominance, was instantly captivated by the display of delicate interest. He puffed out his chest, his own alpha pheromones surging with pride.
"Overwhelming in a good way, I hope, my dear Kyon,and I like how that sounds " Valerius replied, his voice thick with interest. He reached out again, this time placing a heavy, possessive hand on the small of Kyon's back, guiding him toward the palace entrance.
"I am merely overwhelmed by your sheer power, Your Highness," Kyon sighed, allowing the touch to remain for a calculated moment before smoothly slipping away, the perfect blend of yielding and distance. He didn't need Valerius to consummate the contract ( no he didn't) ; he needed him to trust him enough to grant access to the most secure areas of the palace. The Jade Heart was the prize, and Valerius was the key.
Every word, every subtle movement, was a knife twist directed at the furious, hormonal warrior watching from the shadows. Kyon knew that Arion's pregnant heat would be screaming at him to intervene, to fight, to claim his mate. The sight of Kyon flirting and appearing receptive to another alpha would be a profound agony for the warrior.
As they finally entered the palace, Kyon risked one final glance over his shoulder toward Arion's hiding spot. His lips curved in a silent, icy smile—a promise of retribution and utter possession. Come to me, my furious warrior. Disrupt my plan. I need you to.
Arion couldn't stop on time , he thrown up again, this disgusted me!, he says to himself before leaning on a wall.
" no one take that man before I torture him as I wish too!" He clenched fist and walk away from there , already having plan idea in his head , just then he saw kyon stand on near the third floor window with that smirk. Arion clenching his jaw and walk away from there , his fury clearly saying, I'LL COME BACK , he then walk near a marchant of apple.
" how much are these?" He grab a red and green apple.
" 200 gold coin sir!" The marchant smiling DISGUSTINGLY while eyeing Arion body from toe to face .
" 200 gold coins!, for two apples?!" Arion growl .
" if you don't want to buy it just say so , don't make any drama for it!? Be glad I didn't ask for different kinds of money!" The marchant arrogant tone got Arion nerves to snap .
" fuck you and your apple! Do you think you are the only one selling it!!!" Arion higher his voice a bit.
"!?" Who?, Arion freeze when he turn around, stand near him a female omega. " Arion? What are you yelling here for?!" She meet the marchant gaze , the marchant take his eyes off and look away .
" I'm on a secret trip here and I'm come get some little stuff that all" ( LITTLE !? stuff!!?, he means pleasurable bigger stuff^•^ )
Cloe nods and pull Arion away from that marchant, " be careful there's some perverse man here , he'll end up asking you for another way to pay for his apple so be careful!" She says firmly and give him a bag of apples she had.
After a while she walk away waving at him , Arion nod , happy to see her again but then glance at valerius resident castle and he frowned while scrunching the apples in his mouths.