Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Prince Lucien Aster’s POV

Forcing his way to kiss me like he owned me, I bit his lower lip damn hard—hard enough that he bled and let go. I didn’t stop there. I pinned him to the bed immediately, landing several punches on his face.

“You animal… how dare you?” I gripped his shirt hard, ready to land another blow. “You ruined my life… I’m going to kill you.”

My blow hung mid-air. I tried so hard to push through, but he released his pheromones, stopping me in my tracks. My muscles froze, completely hijacked by the sheer weight of his aura. Then he smirked.

“Stop using your pheromones to cage me and fight me man-to-man, you bastard,” I cussed out loud.

“Who said anything about a fair fight? I’d rather conquer you in bed.”

I swear I’m going to kill him… I don’t care how.

“You! You think I will let you touch me again? You raped me the last time and marked me without my permission!”

“You seduced me with your pheromones, remember? You liked it, didn’t you?”

As he came close to kiss me again, I slapped him hard across the face.

“I’m an Alpha and you know that, yet you choose to violate me because you are a monster.”

“You are my special Omega now. And you were made to be beneath a man.”

He flipped me over, taking the lead and pinning me to the bed from on top.

I couldn’t move my body. I was trapped by his dominating pheromones. How on earth was this possible? I know we are both S-class Alphas—so why can’t I fight him off?

What kind of monster is he? If Enigmas actually existed, I would have my answer... but they don’t.

“You have to be a good Omega to me now. I’ve got you wrapped around my finger, feisty little one.”

The moment he said it, I spat directly in his face. “I’d rather die than be your Omega.”

“Seems you have forgotten something.” He leaned in closer, our noses almost touching. The mark on my neck flared, sending a terrifying wave of involuntary heat crashing through my body as my instincts betrayed me, releasing a slick, submissive pheromone.

My mind and my body were locked in a violent war I couldn’t control.

“You belong to me now, Lucien. You came here because of your father, and by now you should know what I’m capable of. Whatever I want, I take. And I want you as my plaything, so—”

I didn’t let him finish. Reaching up, I pulled him into a deep kiss—using the shock of it to catch him completely off guard.

The second his focus broke, I shoved him back with everything I had and bolted for the door. He stayed on the bed, smiling dangerously.

“You want me to chase you, right? Sure. I’ll make you come to me willingly, my feisty little one.”

I refused to let him see how shaken I was. Turning back, I flashed an evil smirk of my own.

“I will never be yours. Read my lips.”

I turned and walked out.

*

I was burning up that night, hallucinating him kissing me all over. The mark on my neck triggered my hormones so violently that it physically hurt. Why do I desire him so much? He is a man, just like me.

I can’t be his… I refuse to be.

His words echoed in my head: “I’ll make you come to me willingly, my feisty little one.”

No way… I’d rather die than let that happen to me.

I was getting soaked in my own pheromones. This wasn’t an Alpha rut—it was more like a heat.

I rushed to the bathroom and turned on the shower, hoping the water would cool me off, but it did nothing. It only got worse.

I cried out, “Please stop!!! Stop!”

I sank to the floor on repeat, struggling against the pain. My eyes landed on him, standing there watching me. “You want me inside of you, feisty little one. It won’t stop until I go deep in you… don’t fight it. Come to me.”

“Never!”

I blinked and looked at the spot again—he wasn’t there.

Driven out of my mind by the heat, I didn't even realize when I pushed two of my fingers inside myself, sweating and picturing his face as I touched myself.

Then, everything went black.

I woke up to find myself lying in my bed.

How did I get here? I distinctly remembered passing out on the cold bathroom floor, and my door had been locked last night.

“Lucien, you’re awake. I made your favorite sweet tea.”

Sylvian’s voice interrupted my thoughts. Could he be the one who helped me?

Mortification washed over me, and I hesitated to take the cup. I had been completely naked, touching myself on the floor—what if he had seen all of it?

“You don’t need to worry,” Sylvian added gently. “Father won’t know you’re drinking sweet tea.”

He smiled, and I finally nodded, taking the cup from him. I loved sweet tea, but Father hated it. All my life, I had done whatever that old man ordered, keeping my true self locked in a box. I could only ever be myself when Sylvian was around.

“Thank you.”

He sat close to me, staring at me without stopping. I knew my brother cared for me, but the intensity of his gaze made me uncomfortable. He leaned in closer, and I instinctively shifted back. “Is there something on my face?”

“You’re getting prettier by the day. What’s your secret, brother?” Sylvian asked softly. “At this rate, someone could easily mistake you for an Omega.”

My eyes widened in shock. Before I could say a word, the bedroom door slammed open as Father burst into the room.

“You fool! A simple task—that was all I asked, and you failed!”

Father lunged toward me, flinging his oppressive Alpha pheromones across the room. But the blow never hit me; Sylvian stepped in front and took the impact instead.

“Get out of the way, you bastard!” Father yelled at Sylvian. “Ever since you returned, you’ve been turning Lucien into a useless coward just like you!”

He tried to push past to get to me again, but Sylvian held his ground and blocked him with his pheromones.

I immediately dropped to my knees on the floor. “I’m sorry, Father!”

“Sorry? I never raised you to be a fighter! Do you want our kingdom to be wiped out in a second?” Father roared. “I told you to make peace with the Prince of Nathulos since he summoned you, but you ended up starting a fight with him!”

I tightened my fists against the floor. That bastard. I swear I will kill him with my own hands.

“Apologize to him and make sure he is at peace with us,” Father commanded, glaring down at me, “or you cease to be my son.”

My breath hitched, my eyes wide in disbelief.