Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Prince Lucien Aster’s POV

“You look so cute beneath me, my feisty little one,” he whispered as my hands clung across his neck, his deep thrusts dragging a breathless moan straight out of my lips.

I gasped, my eyes snapping open.

I was lying in a strange, luxurious room.

Where am I? How did I get here?

Don’t tell me—is it what I think happened? No! Impossible! I would never let that bastard touch me again!

I ripped the sheets off, threw the door open, and stormed into the hallway. “Azrael! You bastard, come out and face me!” I yelled, making a bee-line for the room where I caught his heavy scent. This place looks like one of his owned houses and I’m glad he didn’t take me to their royal home.

Guards immediately rushed in to block my path. “His Highness is having his alone time and hates being interrupted!” one yelled, grabbing my arms.

“Take your hands off me this instant!” I roared, releasing a wave of pressurized pheromones that blasted the guards backward, sending them sprawling across the corridor floor.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, or I’d sever the hands you dared touch me with,” I spat, barging past the double doors.

Inside, Azrael was seated alone at his desk, casually reading a book

“Feisty little one,” he mused without looking up. “Do you want me so badly that you had to create a scene out there and then try to break down my doors?”

“How dare you abduct me into your house? Do you have a death wish?” I snarled, marching up to his desk with clenching fists.

“I never kidnapped you. You wanted me, and I wanted you—so here we are.” In a split second, he vanished from behind the desk and materialized right in front of me. Before I could strike, he spun me around and pinned my hands behind my back like he was cuffing a criminal.

How is he this fast?

“Your pheromones keep seducing me,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear, making the mark on my neck throb with sudden heat. “And you keep getting prettier by the second. Do you really think I’ll ever let you go?”

“Get your hands off me!”

“We both know you want my hands on you. You kissed me like a starving animal out in last night… dragged me into the back seat of my car, tearing my shirt to get to my skin before we even made it to the room. You wanted me to break you so badly.”

“Shut your mouth, you moron!” I yelled, straining with everything I had to break his grip.

“Your scent is intoxicating. My word is final—you are going to be mine.”

Without warning, his fangs sank into the mark on my neck. My vision flared white, an intoxicating wave of submissive heat crashing through my veins, and the wild memories of last night flooded back into my mind.

The second his cold cedar and amber scent hit me in the bush, my instincts completely snapped. I had dragged him into the back seat of his car, my hands frantic as I tore his shirt open, desperate to press my face into his chest and drown in his cooling scent.

We didn't even wait. I was kissing him with a terrifying, addictive greed—licking his neck, stroking down his chest, and biting his lips until I tasted blood,while the car drove off.The Enigma’s aura had hijacked my body entirely, turning my S-class Alpha pride into desperate Omega heat.

By the time he carried me into the bedroom, I was completely unraveled. He threw me onto the bed and caged me beneath his weight. His hot breath brushed my throat before his mouth dragged lower, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, sending electric shocks straight down to my thighs.

“Mm… yes… yes!” I had moaned, my fingers tangled tightly in his dark hair as he stripped what was left of my clothes, dropping down to take my dick into his mouth with possessive, liquid heat.

“Yes! Right there… fuck!”

I was leaking slick like a frantic Omega in heat, my body completely addicted to the taste of his power. Within seconds, he flipped me over, sliding a pillow beneath my hips to angle me perfectly. His massive hand pinned my waist while the other gripped my throat, driving into me from behind with brutal, unrelenting thrusts.

Every thrust hit my sweet spot, sending waves of pure ecstasy through my entire body. My mind was ruined, fractured by the sheer pleasure as I pushed my hips back against him, begging for every inch.

“Yes… fuck me hard! Fill me up!”

“I’m going to break you, little one,” he rasped, his thrusts turning fast and machine-like, locking me into an inescapable rhythm until my whole body shuddered, completely consumed by his mark.

Shaking off the overwhelming memory, this is not me at all… It’s the scent... I will never do such….I felt his fangs still resting on my skin. Gathering every ounce of adrenaline left in my body, I shoved him back with brute force.

He stumbled slightly, but instead of getting angry, he started laughing—a dark, unbothered sound. Is he even human? What kind of monster have I gotten myself entangled with?

“Stop fighting it. You belong to me,” Azrael said, smoothing down his clothes. “Accept your role as my plaything, and I will give you everything you desire.”

“I REFUSE! I’D RATHER DIE!”

“You really don’t want to make that choice.” A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes as he walked back to his desk. He opened his laptop, clicked a few keys, and turned the screen toward me.

My heart nearly stopped.

Playing on the screen was crystal-clear footage of us together—he had recorded our first night.

“I told you… you look breathtaking beneath me,” he smiled.

Rage blinded me. I grabbed the laptop with both hands, slamming it against the edge of the desk until it shattered into pieces. In the next breath, I lunged forward and slammed my hand around his throat. “Do you have a death wish?”

Azrael didn't even flinch. “You know what happens if the video goes online. You have twenty-four hours to accept my offer and sign the contract to be my plaything. Disobey me, and your life, your kingdom, and your throne will be ruined.”

My chest heaved, my fists shaking with impotent fury as I slowly released his neck.

“See you soon, feisty little one, don’t miss me much, my special omega.”

Without another word, I gave him the middle finger, turned and walked out, calling my driver to pick me up.

Why is the world taking this monster's side? Why did I ever step foot into that hotel that night?

My once-perfect life is already getting ruined after one wrong encounter with him. Nothing seems to be in my favor, but I won’t break. There is always a way out.

A short while later, I arrived back at the mansion. The moment I walked through the doors, Sylvian rushed forward and pulled me into a tight hug.

“You scared me to death! An eclipse bloom occurred yesterday—dozens of people were injured! We found your wrecked car, but you were nowhere to be seen. I thought something terrible happened to you!”

“I’m fine,” I mumbled, pulling back.

“You need to be more careful,” Sylvian urged, his face pale. “An Enigma and an S-class Omega’s existence was officially confirmed after last night. What happened decades ago is bound to repeat—”

He paused abruptly, his gaze dropping to my collar.

“Are those… love marks on your neck?”

Damn it. That bastard left visible marks all over my skin. What do I do?

I can’t let the truth come out right now. Trying to think fast, my father walked to us. “Is this what I think it is?” I froze…. Oh no…. What am I going to

do? I can’t let them find out the truth this way? This is all that bastard fault….