By Zephyria 
The moment I saw him, who was shamelessly complaining that I was crawling in too quickly as if I had left something in his care, I was speechless. I didn’t know whether to start by asking what business it was of his when I came in, or whether to start by discussing how long he had been sitting on someone else’s room’s terrace.
As I was just gaping in disbelief, the man knocked on the window elegantly once more and asked with an attitude as if it was only natural.
“What are you doing? Not opening it.”
He probably meant to open the window so he could come in. How shameless… He was more naturally nonchalant than the Crown Prince, who I had been lying down and rolling around with until this morning. I didn’t answer or open the door. I just nervously reached out and slammed the curtains shut. Nicole glanced at me for a moment and then slipped out of the room. It was probably because she knew my tendency to prefer being alone when reading letters from Carlisle.
The feeling of the dry paper crumpling in my hand rekindled the welcome and exciting feelings that had been somewhat dampened.
To Noah,
Even seeing the first line, which only contained my name, I couldn’t help but smile. It is said that the writer’s character is reflected in the writing, and there seems to be no mistake in that statement. The steadfast handwriting, in which each character was written diligently without skipping a single stroke, was not as fluent or aesthetically pleasing as Andrew’s or the Crown Prince’s, but just looking at it made me feel like I could hear Carlisle’s voice calling me.
Last night, I left the window open, and a flower petal that flew in from the garden landed on the windowsill.
How can a person be so extreme without being in the middle? Seeing the first part of the letter, which rushed straight to the point without any greetings or anything, I couldn’t help but laugh.
Originally, the letters that Carlisle sent were trapped in lengthy greetings and various normative expressions, and had a long introduction that took up almost two pages of stationery before getting to the point. It was like an exemplary work for social interaction for a model aristocratic son who had just come out of a etiquette textbook. After sending a reply saying that I didn’t like it because it felt stiff, and that I wanted him to tell me more honestly what he really wanted to say to me instead of those clichéd expressions, Carlisle’s letters had been flying to me like this ever since.
A dry flower petal rustled in the envelope. It was probably the one that landed on the windowsill.
Seeing that small, soft petal, I wondered why I thought of you so much.
“Anyway, he’s cute…….”
“What’s cute? Ah, ‘I miss you, Noah. As always.’ This part?”
“……!”
A chilling coldness was felt on my cheek. Without a sound or sign, it was truly a momentary thing. The hand that firmly grabbed my face was as cold as a corpse. Looking keenly into my slightly widened pupils. Allen raised the corners of his mouth crookedly as if sneering.
“Why are you so surprised? Like you didn’t expect it.”
“You…….”
“Did you think that just because you didn’t open the door for me, I wouldn’t be able to get over even this little window?”
Of course not. I don’t know what his intention is in voluntarily confining himself to this crude human body and not using even a fraction of his abilities with the single-mindedness of protecting that vessel, but even so, would the fact that he is a god change? Except for the fact that he can’t control my mind as he used to, he was still a strong and great being. So it was clear that a window that was just not opened or a curtain that was slammed shut could not stop a god. However, what I had hoped for was…
“To think you’re relieved just by putting up a curtain. Which is really more foolishly cute?”
The tone and manner of speaking were sarcastic, but the blue eyes looking down at me contained very blatant affection. The hand that had been holding my chin let go and was now secretly stroking my hair was also so soft. I was just dumbfounded by the extreme discrepancy between the words spoken and the actions taken.
That’s right. What I had really hoped for was the absolute being’s very blatant affection for me. I had clearly conveyed my desire not to meet him, so I had a very slight hope that he might respect my wishes.
The expectation was completely off. He acted so sweetly as if he would grant me anything I wanted, but then, when he was upset about something, he easily ignored my wishes, so it was difficult to tell whether this being in front of me wanted to mock me, or whether he wanted to hold me in his arms and shower me with affection endlessly.
Ever since the day we first had relations, he had been like this. He was the same in the way he spitefully wagged his tongue, but at the same time, he was anxious to protect and cherish me in his actions. I don’t know if he himself is aware of his contradictory appearance.
“What are you thinking about again?”
Perhaps he was frustrated that I wasn’t answering and was just racking my brain, he brought his face close to mine and asked again. Unlike my eyes, which were a slightly dark blue, his light blue eyes, which were like a warm spring sky with finely shattered emeralds scattered in them, seemed to be burning fiercely as if unable to contain the boiling emotions. …How interesting. I still didn’t answer.
“Tell me. What are you thinking about? With that little head of yours… What other cute things are you planning to do?”
Perhaps it was because he had stood in an omnipotent position for countless days, seeing right through my inner thoughts and even manipulating me as he pleased. He acted as if he would go crazy with frustration whenever I acted like this, being deliberately vague. The sight of him fussing over me, when I wasn’t even thinking much about it… Yes, to be honest, it was satisfying. Every time the being who had always looked down on me with such aloofness and composure couldn’t hide his anxiety and burned up like that, a very base sense of satisfaction would dampen the deepest roots of my soul.
“I feel bad.”
The eyes of the predator, who was once clearly just the innocent protagonist of this world, were tinged with a cruel light. A violent hand gripped my collar tightly. That gesture was also very far removed from the ‘Allen Hamilton’ who had slender, beautiful fingers like flower buds.
“You’re reeking of something dirty all over, right now.”
Clutching the body that had been showered with the Crown Prince’s pheromones in his hand, Allen muttered resentfully. Had he become accustomed to monopolizing me as he pleased, after sending Andrew, Carlisle, and even the Crown Prince out of the capital? It was ridiculous. The intense emotion he was showing was clearly anger, and that anger undoubtedly stemmed from jealousy.
“So. Were you so happy in another man’s arms last night, during the time you didn’t come back to me? Did you feel free? The way you clung to him, begging for it, seemed very genuine.”
“…Did you see?”
“Why. Isn’t that why you were fawning over him like that, so I would see?”
The blue eyes swirling with anger were simply electrifying. I suppressed the urge to sneer. Whether it was a negative emotion or a positive one, I shouldn’t reveal it honestly in front of him. I wanted to drive him crazy. I wanted to see him groveling anxiously because of me, just me.
“Your pheromone control seems to be immature since you haven’t been Blessed for very long? Well, that’s a good excuse.”
I don’t know when he had unbuttoned his shirt, but he was now painfully biting down on the Crown Prince’s bite mark that was exposed on my delicate neck. Crushing the fragrant Omega pheromones with the soft, vivid scent of flower petals.
The childish, innocent possessiveness was blatant, and just as destructive.
“You really should be grateful, Noah Hamilton… You can’t even imagine how much I’m enduring…”
“I want to return those words to you.”
“What?”
“Who was it that kept urging me to quickly embrace other Alphas until now…? And now you’re angry? Now… you’re jealous?”
I savored Allen’s fragrant pheromones and moved my lips as if whispering. My languid tone contained not a hint of excitement or anger.
“You need to keep your bullshit to a minimum. It’s not you who’s enduring, it’s me.”
It didn’t matter how powerful the other person was, or even if they were an omnipotent god. From the very moment that desire to monopolize me was exposed, the game was clearly set.
“Then would you please get lost, dear brother?”
“You…!”
“I’m rather busy. I need to finish reading the letter and write a reply.”
I fluttered Carlisle’s letter, which I had been holding in my hand, as if teasing him, and I heard the sound of him grinding his teeth. His eyes were so intense that it seemed like he would set the letter on fire right away.
It wouldn’t be difficult to subdue me with force. What difficulty would there be in forcibly possessing my body?
“Try to get rid of it. I’ll never forgive you.”
“……”
What did the forgiveness of just one human mean? The foolish blue eyes that quickly clouded over were simply ridiculous. Instead of telling him my honest feelings, that I had already passed the turning point and had no intention of forgiving him no matter what he did, I smiled at him with affection. The god, who had lowered his tail, disappeared from my sight in a pathetic state. It was a very refreshing and satisfying midday.