Soon arion stir and stretch lazily on the bed,
Arion awoke slowly, dragged back to consciousness by the cold realization of his surroundings. His body was heavy, pleasurably sore, and utterly drained. The intense, agonizing heat had broken, leaving behind a blissful, deep physical satisfaction that, for a few precious seconds, muted the shame. He was lying in a soft, unfamiliar bed, wrapped in silken sheets that smelled powerfully of Kyon—a blend of amber, sweat, and their shared scent. He felt the phantom weight of Kyon's arm around him, the echo of the brutal, consuming passion that had dominated the night.
He opened his eyes fully . Kyon was gone.
A wave of cold dread instantly replaced the warmth. He sat up, the sheets pooling around his waist, revealing the fresh hickeys and bruises that now marked his neck and chest visible, an undeniable proof of his surrender. The exhaustion of the night was still profound, but the quiet of the room was heavy with absence.
He scrambled out of bed, his legs unsteady and weak . He found his torn clothes haphazardly discarded on the floor, and as he bent to retrieve them, he noticed the sudden, undeniable prominence of his lower abdomen. In the exhaustion and hormonal haze of the last twenty-four hours, the early stages of his pregnancy had accelerated slightly , pushed forward by the demanding heat and Kyon's intense alpha pheromones. The swelling was more evident now, no longer a subtle hardness but a definite, palpable curve beneath the skin.
Just as a knot of fear tightened in his stomach, the sound of heavy boots approached the door. They were not the soft, aristocratic steps of a prince, but the measured, metallic tread of guards.
Arion frantically pulled on his torn tunic and trousers. Before he could reach the lock, the door was thrown open. Standing there were two imposing palace guards, flanking Prince Valerius. Valerius's face was dark, set in an expression of cold fury and profound disappointment. Beside him stood Kyon, perfectly dressed in an immaculate tunic, his hair freshly styled. His face was a mask of calculated, serene heartbreak.
"Arion," Kyon said, his voice ringing with false sorrow, "I'am deeply hurt. I protected you, I brought you in, and you would repay my kindness with treason?"
Arion stared, confusion warring with a fresh wave of panic. "Treason? What are you talking about?"
Valerius stepped forward, his eyes burning with outrage. "Do not insult my intelligence, Warrior. We know who you are and why you were truly sent." He nodded to his guards.
Kyon took a half-step back, his performance flawless. He held out a rolled-up scroll. "I feared this. When you arrived so quickly, so mysteriously, I knew something was wrong. I had my sources investigate your sudden change of detail. This dossier, provided by my own loyal agents, details your history of fraud and corruption, and confirms you were planted here by my father to compromise the Western alliance. You are a spy, Arion."
The sheer audacity of the lie , stole Arion's breath. He looked at Kyon, searching for any flicker of the possessive alpha from the night before, but found only the cold, unfeeling stare of the politician. The man he had submitted to, the man whose child he now carried ( how cruel) , had now orchestrated this entire event.
"No," Arion whispered, his voice trembling. "It's a lie. Kyon, you know why I came! You wanted me here!, your father had sent me to-"
"Silence!" Valerius roared. "Take him! And ensure he is stripped of anything that might give him comfort or a means of escape. The King's personal spy deserves the harshest cells."
The guards seized Arion, their grips brutal and impersonal. The agony of the arrest was compounded by the fact that he was so physically weak, still saturated with the exhaustion and satisfaction of the night. He barely fought, his mind too consumed by the depth of Kyon's betrayal.
" I'm telling you the truth! I'm not a spy! Kyon tell them!" Arion struggled weakly,
As they dragged him toward the door, Arion locked eyes with Kyon one last time. Kyon offered a cold, satisfied smirk—a silent confirmation of his triumph.
"A pity, Arion," Kyon murmured, loud enough only for the warrior to hear. "Your purpose is served. You brought me the King's suspicions and then proved your treason. Now, I have Valerius's complete trust, and soon, I will have the Jade Heart."
Arion was dragged out, his body aching, his swollen abdomen vulnerable to the guards' rough handling. He was taken not to a simple prison, but to the deepest dungeon of the palace, a damp, lightless pit reserved for traitors. There would be no care, no comfort, and no heat blockers.
Kyon, watching the pathetic sight, felt a profound surge of political satisfaction and a slightly deep guilt that he swallowed . The troublesome warrior was eliminated, the contract was secured, and his power was unchallenged. Arion was reduced to a tool, discarded after one final, necessary use. Arion would now suffer in the darkness, his pregnant heat raging without relief, weakened by hunger and cold, a slow, agonizing descent into madness, ensuring he would never threaten my ambitions again.
Dragged to the dungeon,Arion got thrown into the dark cell, guard laughed.
•click•
The sounds of the cell being locked, Arion sat in the darkness, with tear fill eyes, was starting to love that man?, he stays in the dark refusing to let his tears fall, he bite his hand hardly.
" I really was stupid for believing that he will change, or consider at least this child, b-but he" he sniffles, he sat on the cell after some minutes of silence he breath in and out,softly placing his hand on his stomach. " worry not little one, I'll get us out of here somehow and we won't suffer no more"
The humiliation of his physical state was immediate and total. His clothes were torn and soiled, and the lingering scent of Kyon's powerful alpha pheromones clung to his skin a cruel, mocking perfume that only served to intensify the devastating sense of betrayal.