¹⁴YOU CANNOT LET ME SLEEP ON THE STREET

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YOU CANNOT LET ME SLEEP ON THE STREET

The child will be taken away after it is born, wiping the memories of the surrogate mother.

Alpha vampires, who seem to have no trouble from beginning to end, are fated to watch their human-fated pair grow and die.

Ryo's mother didn't inherit the vampire qualities; thus, he died of depression after knowing the infidelity of his husband, the man he had loved for so long, who stayed in his life to break him apart.

This made Ryo averse to human emotions, and he promised never to be like his mom.

The love that hurts and kills his mother will never be on him, and he will never be like his grandfather, who's chasing, nor be like his great-grandfather, who's still asleep waiting for someone.

He will be the first vampire to never be like them.

But what if he knows that his stubbornness and the truth of fate and identity will hit him brutally shortly? Will he still choose the same path or be like the rest of his clan?

A fool for love. A fallen god who goes against the law of heaven?

Then Ryo's phone rang again; he didn't pick it up, for he knew who the caller was by the ringtone he set.

"Oh dear me, my cheap father must have been going crazy by now; who would not?" Ryo laughed and stared into nothingness.

"You came home to see that all your belongings are piling up like trash, and your house is dug up?"

Ryo couldn't help but laugh again like crazy, wiping the tears from his cheeks, and decided to have a good hot bath to relax his nerves.

"Mother, it is our home, it has never been a home to Father, so let him hug that vacant lot, full of trash."

Soon the phone died from battery exhaustion, another poor phone that will be thrown away like a used condom.

When everything seems to be going well after a harmonious family dinner date at a yacht restaurant that Carlson's friend was operating.

Brandon was lost for words after he saw that the whole mansion was gone, and his things were scattered.

He parked the car like a lost kid with a sudden screech, the other two were riding with Carlson, and he knew they were also shocked like him.

"Daddy? Where's the mansion? What's happening?"

"Hon? What's going on? This is not what it is. Are we in the wrong direction?"

While Carlson leaned his back against the car, watching with curiosity, on the inside, he was utterly disappointed.

He doesn't like how things are going, yet he still needs to be seen as an easygoing man, he has a main objective.

"Daddy? What does this mean?"

"Brandon! Do something! You cannot let me sleep on the street."

The panic from the voices of the two was clear even in whispers, making Brandon dizzy. He wanted to scream at them to please shut up and let him think, but he couldn't; it was like his tongue was cut.

They're in that situation when a maid approaches them and hands Brandon an open letter, written in big letters.

THE HOUSE IS MY INHERITANCE, SO I'M GOING TO TAKE IT, AND YOU CAN HAVE THE DUMP SITE ALL TO YOURSELF.

Then, the three of them were startled and jumped back; the paper burned, and the maid was gone.

"What the hell was that?"

Brandon gasped, afraid to get burnt, he was still trying to understand the letter by reading it repeatedly when it caught fire and was gone, leaving him no choice but to digest what was in front of him. A wide empty lot to be called a dump site is an insult.

The manager's back was sweating cold after the CEO left, making her knees weak.

She can't lift her head to make eye contact with four of her trusted employees and assigned them as the main servants of the VIP staying at the rooftop.

"You ok?" One of the bellboys asked her while carrying some luggage to their respective rooms.

"Yeah, I'm good, don't mind me, and do your job."

She left the crowd and went inside her office.

"Who is this Omega to catch his eyes?" She muttered in the air.

The bellboy just shrugged his shoulders and went on his way.

On the other hand, inside the car, Iro and Nigel removed their masks and breathed a deep sigh of relief; the mask that covered their entire face was like a miasma cutting their oxygen off, only showing half of their lips to keep their identity.

They also loosened their necktie to breathe more air comfortably, and Iro witnessed the scenario at the hotel, giving more reason why his tigress was crying like a wet chicken the other day.

He thought the Omega he accidentally touched was crying that day because of Carlson, his half-brother, but it turns out it's more than that.

"Nigel, investigate my Ryo's background thoroughly, deeper than his soul; I want to know more than just the basics, and give it to me in less than a day."

"Ha? Who again? And what!?"

Nigel almost choked from the water he was drinking like a savior when his relief was cut short.

"My what?!"

He can't believe Iro was putting so much effort into knowing someone and, most importantly, an Omega? Even taking ownership? Is that a pet?

"And assign three bodyguards around to silently watch him without getting noticed, please choose someone not handsome, pretty ugly."

"..."

Three black lines crossed Nigel's forehead. Like, what kind of requirement was that?

"Find a strong bodyguard who will watch my tigress 24/7."

"Cough cough cough, what?"

Iro rested his slender fingers on his chin as if questioning his decision.

"Why? Is an ugly bodyguard his fetish?"

"Urgh! I don't know" Nigel rolls his eyes out of frustration.

The demands were enough to know someone better, but putting bodyguards with heavenly requirements unbeknownst to the other party gives Nigel bad weather.

Nigel can't utter any more words, the request was getting heavier. He didn't mean to make a joke about it, but the way Iro replied makes him want to explode from madness.

"Don't you dare ask me to steal his register and abduct him today, too, and force him to marry you."

Nigel, looking at Iro's bored face, as if telling him, "YES, PLEASE DO IT."

"Can't I?" Iro mouthed then.

"Oh shit, give me a damn break!"

But Iro was dead serious. If abduction justifies his actions