Chapitre 3: Suppressed and Control (1)

The omega in his back seat was already showing signs of discomfort, and it was clear how hard the omega was trying to keep his heat at bay, but the occasional escaping grunt from his lips couldn't help the situation, and Spade was affected, he was completely and dangerously aroused. Spade realized he had to stop and regain control of himself before it was too late.

Spade was wearing scent blockers to hide his strong pheromones, which was undoubtedly the last straw and they would both lose themselves. Especially Arren, the superior Alpha pheromone like Spade would no doubt overcome his weakening will and present himself wholeheartedly. That would have been a disaster for any omega.

Arren squirmed as itchiness and heat invaded his feverish body; he almost wanted to end his life from pain. He wanted to cry because his entire body was aching and filled with desire and lust.

"Fuck, bastards! I swear if I catch you, I'll definitely torture you. Fucking assholes! Damn, fuck all of you," continuous curse words broke the silence, and you wouldn't expect such filthy words to come from someone with a noble and pretty appearance.

Anyone who witnessed it would most likely drop their jaw in disbelief. Arren was like that; he had such a bad mouth that cursing was second nature to him. It was also the result of him hanging out with bad influence "friends." A beautiful omega with a filthy mouth was a rare occurrence, especially considering that omega was one of the world's noblest people.

Spade was amused. He wasn't bothered by the words; he'd heard worse.

Arren grunted and clenched his fists even tighter, his nails almost piercing his skin.

"Hospital, get me to the hospital quickly, to the nearest hospital please... quickly," he said, his voice becoming desperate by the second, and the blush on his face had long since turned crimson. The pheromones he had been suppressing in the bar had erupted as he could no longer control it and let it out.

Fortunately, his driver was a beta, so his aggressive scent wouldn't bother him too much. While betas could smell the scent of the pheromones, they wouldn't be controlled by it, and could be said that betas could neutralize the scent of pheromones. They made up the majority of the world's population, and unlike some omegaverse, betas were not discriminated against in this world; many jobs, including those in the government, were available to them.

His blurry vision made it impossible for him to perceive his surroundings clearly. Arren couldn't see the driver's face, but for a brief moment, the driver did not respond to him. Arren wasn't in his right mind, and he focused all of his energy on suppressing his heat. He didn't speak anymore, as the order was already been given it was already understood that the driver heard it.

He didn't have time to check to see if anything was wrong. Arren didn't have the energy for that. Fortunately, even though the driver didn't say anything, he obeyed his command and began driving. Arren ignored the driver and focused his attention on controlling his heat. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat. Instead of clenching into a fist, his hands gripped the loose pants he was wearing.

Arren wrinkled the fabric in his lap as if he wanted to rip it to shreds, and he felt like he could peel it off his skin with it. The pain was killing him, and his stomach began to ache as well. The lust was completely consuming him, and it was becoming so unbearable that he needed to wriggle in discomfort from something.

After the omega ordered that he be taken to the hospital, Spade suspected that the omega had probably mistaken his car for his own, and due to the heat, he didn't check to see whose car he climbed into.

Spade couldn't stop himself from cursing the omega's irresponsibility. What if some Alpha who didn't have strong willpower like him, the omega accidentally hopped on instead? He was taken long ago. He didn't know, but the thought of it made him grit his teeth, and his eyes darkened even more.

The desire to possess overwhelmed him. It was an unfamiliar sensation for Spade. As someone who was born to rule and control a colossal empire, he grew up and was educated as a crown prince. He grew up in an environment where everything had to be weighed and calculated before making a decision. When making important decisions or judgments, he was specifically taught to be logical and rational. Not only for himself but also as the future Emperor of the Empire.

And having irrational and unpredictable thoughts was something he had never experienced before. His emotions were unbearable. His eyes were clouded with greed before he suppressed it deep within. Spade took a deep breath as the enticing scent filled the air.

Spade accelerated, and the sooner they arrived at the hospital, the better. It was for both of them. Spade didn't want to do anything out of impulsiveness or lust, and he knew they'd regret it once the heat was gone. He was a man of strong principles. He won't do anything to a defenseless omega, even if that enticing scent was killing his reason with each passing second. It was both heaven and hell at the same time.

Arren bit his lips so hard that he could taste blood. He was going crazy. His entire body exuded desire and submission. It was so painful, he moaned. He wasn't sure when, but his mind kept repeating the word, "Alpha."

It was driving him insane, and at some point, he began to smell something; it was strong and musky, and fucked he wanted to know who owned that scent. He knew he lost it as he was having delusions. He was beginning to have thoughts about the driver. Just earlier, he didn't know why, but he was fascinated by the scent of the driver.

"Q-Quickly... fa-faster," his voice was hoarse but he managed to say those words despite the difficulty.

It was supposed to be a command, but the words that came out had a hint of seduction in them. The tone was especially appealing to Spade. The omega's moans were like a spark, taunting him to take action. The veins in his arms look terrifying from how he was gripping the steering wheel so hard. It wasn't that farfetched to say. He could destroy it at any moment.

The omega was truly putting Spade's resolve and patience to the test. It was as if Spade was stuck in a trial that he couldn't get out of. Hearing those enticing moans was eroding his resolve. And how he kept himself from succumbing to his lust and devouring that omega right there and then. Fortunately, he was still hanging on. He desperately tried to.

Perhaps it was his luck, but the ride to the hospital was relatively smooth because it was already eleven o'clock at night and there weren't as many cars as during the day. Spade was breathing harder and driving faster, and before long, they were in the hospital.

Arren, who was on the verge of passing out, was still awake when the car came to a halt. When he looked outside, he noticed that they were already in front of the hospital. He tried to speak, but his mouth was painfully dry. Arren also failed to notice when his driver exited the vehicle.

He, too, wanted to leave, but he was weak and his hands were shaking uncontrollably, so he couldn't open the door no matter what. He closed his eyes and began to cry. He was so pathetic. Arren had forgotten to curse the person who had drugged him. All he wanted was a shot of suppressants and some sleep. He could think of anything else later.

Spade got out of the car and took a deep breath to calm himself down. However, it was not particularly effective. The sweet scent of the omega lingered in his nose. He walked over to the back seat door, but he didn't open it yet. Soon, footsteps sounded behind him, but Spade didn't look back.

"Your Majesty, we didn't expect someone to enter your car; please punish us," the newcomers pleaded, but his thoughts were elsewhere, on the person inside his car, the omega who had almost thrown him out of control on the way to the hospital.

He sighed and opened the door. Spade was frozen in place the moment the light shone on the Omega. While the car was dark, he already knew the omega was beautiful, but the moment he saw his face clearly, he was captivated. Because of his heat, the omega had flushed cheeks.

His phoenix eyes were seductive and alluring, and he appeared to be disconnected from the rest of the world. The glossy red lips were inviting and Spade needed all his resolve to get out of that spell.

Arren couldn't see clearly; everything was blurry, and he was still hot and uncomfortable. Someone opened the door; he had no idea who it was; perhaps it was the driver. Arren didn't care, all he wanted was for the pain to stop. In his dazed state, he lifted his head and looked ahead.

He couldn't remember if that was his driver, but it could be. For some reason, when the person appeared in front of him. The scent he had just smelled grew stronger. It was a new scent to him, but he was addicted nonetheless.

Arren couldn't stop himself and went with his instincts. He wrapped his arms around the man and buried his face in the man's neck. The scent made him feel at ease, and he hummed in satisfaction. While the scent of the man helped to alleviate some of his pain, it also made him more eager than before. Arren eventually lost consciousness, and his heat took over.

The omega's actions startled Spade, but he didn't stop them. He liked it, but unlike the omega, he remained in control. Arren's face was still buried in his neck as he carried the omega.