By Zephyria 
Chrissy’s eyes widened at the unexpected words. Reading his reaction, Nathaniel let out a short laugh.
“I know more about you than you think, Chrissy Jin.”
Chrissy didn’t answer immediately. He knew about my biological parents too? Since when? More importantly, what did he just say? He’ll stop me from mutating? Why? How?
It was unbelievable.
Good god, trusting Nathaniel Miller was absurd. One would have to be insane.
Yet, despite those thoughts, Chrissy reached out. He had already done absurd things. Plenty—no, more than enough.
It felt as if it was Chrissy, not Nathaniel, who was drenched in pheromones. Through his panting breaths, he saw the man strip off his shirt. The sight of a lean, toned physique that suited his large frame made Chrissy’s breathing grow heavier. When he extended a trembling hand, Nathaniel caught it and pulled it toward his chest. He could feel a heart thumping beneath the smooth skin. Realizing that it was beating as violently as his own, Chrissy thought for the first time that this man was a human being just like him. That, too, was an unbelievable fact.
As he slowly slid his hand down, his palm traced the curves of the man’s muscles. His hand hesitated for a moment upon reaching the lower abdomen. Beneath the man’s smooth skin, he felt a heavy member. As he stroked it slowly, Nathaniel let out a rough, audible breath. At a thickness and length that seemed impossible to fit inside him, Chrissy inadvertently murmured.
“Are all Dominant Alphas as big as you?”
At those words, Nathaniel let out an irritable laugh.
“Who knows, what does it matter? You won’t have the chance to check anyway.”
It sounded unpleasant, but for some reason, it made Chrissy smile.
“You’re right.”
Thinking so, Chrissy wrapped his arms around Nathaniel’s neck. When he felt an immense pressure from below, his mind went blank and a part of his consciousness drifted away.
“It’s okay.”
He thought he heard Nathaniel’s voice from afar. As he let out a moan at the sensation of being slowly forced open, the man whispered again.
“It’s okay, haa… Your inside is truly… narrow… and stubborn, just like you.”
There seemed to be a hint of a laugh in his voice. Chrissy barely managed to open his eyes, but his stomach felt so full and blocked that it was hard to even breathe properly. As he continued to gasp for air, he saw Nathaniel moving slowly above him. Every time the man descended and rose, a tight, stifled moan escaped his lips.
A devastatingly sweet scent continued to linger in the air. With every breath, it seemed to seep deep into his lungs and spread throughout his entire body. Perhaps it was soaking every corner of Chrissy’s body even before and deeper than the semen.
“Chrissy.”
Calling his name, the man laughed in a low voice and spoke again.
“Prosecutor.”
Nathaniel also frowned as if it were overwhelming, letting out a thin moan.
“I’m sorry for being clumsy. This is my first time with a Beta.”
The man seemed intent on killing Chrissy via heart attack today. To surprise him this many times, and so intensely.
And yet, Chrissy felt an inexplicable sense of loveliness. He no longer questioned why this man was doing this to him. He simply enjoyed this moment. To accept him even deeper, Chrissy lifted his legs and wrapped them around the man’s waist. As he clung to him with his whole body and tilted his head back, a deep moan escaped naturally.
“Ah… haa…”
It was strange. This act had only ever been painful until now.
Even after sleeping with so many men, he had never once been satisfied. It had merely been unpleasant, a price he was forced to pay for the other kinds of sex they wanted.
But why? As Nathaniel held him, sat him on top, and pushed his member upward, Chrissy unconsciously furrowed his brow and closed his eyes.
“Ha, aa, ah…”
He felt something wet between their touching skin. It took a few more seconds to realize that he had ejaculated. He had experienced the exhaustion following ejaculation countless times, but this was the first time he had ever felt his consciousness drift away from such excitement.
“Prosecutor.”
Nathaniel, holding his waist with one arm, whispered while stroking his cheek with the other hand.
“If you ejaculate just from me putting it in, what am I supposed to do?”
“…Huh? What?”
His mind was still a blur. At the words murmured like a rambling complaint, Nathaniel laughed silently. He didn’t remember clearly what happened after that.
“…!”
He snapped awake as if he had been hit by a splash of cold water. Opening his eyes instantly, Nathaniel remained lying down, his pupils shifting. Soon, the events before he lost consciousness came back to him.
In his arms, Chrissy was fast asleep, completely exhausted. Having been lying on the narrow sofa while holding him, Nathaniel slowly sat up, keeping one arm around Chrissy so he wouldn’t fall.
His memory was cut off in the middle, but everything up until that point remained clear in his head. What was certain was that even after Chrissy lost consciousness, his rut was still ongoing. As evidence, Chrissy was drenched in Nathaniel’s semen all over his body, without a single spot left untouched. Because of this, he smelled of pheromones even more intensely than Nathaniel himself.
Holding Chrissy and burying his nose in his neck, Nathaniel took a deep breath. The scent of his own pheromones emanating from the other man—it wasn’t bad. No, in fact, a faint smile even touched his lips. Adjusting his hold on Chrissy, he scanned the clothes strewn across the floor and organized his thoughts one by one.
This was the first time he had woken up so quickly from the deep sleep that usually follows the end of a rut. It was likely a side effect of the medication. The exact side effect Stewart had mentioned.
‘The way to prevent a Beta from mutating is, naturally, to reduce the Dominant Alpha’s pheromones.’
And he had taken the medicine as prescribed. Of course, it was unclear what the price for that would be, but the reward was sufficient. After giving Chrissy a light kiss on the cheek, Nathaniel laid him on the sofa and began to dress. To put back on clothes that were crumpled and messy on the floor was something unimaginable until just the day before. After picking up his coat to wrap around Chrissy’s body and finishing his preparations, it was only ten minutes later that he carried Chrissy downstairs.
The bodyguards waiting on the side of the road immediately prepared to leave and waited for their employer as he stepped out of the building. As Nathaniel climbed into the car with the door already open, the security team leader promptly closed the door and ran to the next car.
Among the line of cars heading toward his penthouse, Nathaniel was resting with a rare sense of comfort. His head wasn’t entirely clear, perhaps because he hadn’t had proper sleep after the rut, but it didn’t matter. He could just go back and sleep again.
Everything was perfect.
It was then, as he held the sleeping Chrissy’s hand and kissed his finger.
♪♪♬♩♪…
At the familiar ringtone, Nathaniel unconsciously frowned. It was his phone ringing.
A call at this hour rarely brought good news.
Feeling an ominous premonition born of long experience, he clicked his tongue shortly, and as expected, it was just as he thought. He considered ignoring it, but for some reason, he felt he shouldn’t. Ultimately, he let it ring longer than usual before answering.
“This is Nathaniel Miller.”
As he spoke in a calm, low voice, an urgent voice followed from the other end.
“We found them, the Child of the Moon.”
At first, he didn’t understand what was being said. He didn’t know if it was because his mind was foggy from the aftereffects of the rut, or if his brain had turned to mush from the satisfaction of finally possessing the man.
“…Who?”
As Nathaniel knit his brows, the man shouted as if he could see that expression.
“We found them, the Child of the Moon. We’ve discovered the identity of that man…!”
Only then did his mind cool down to some extent. As Nathaniel instinctively looked down at Chrissy’s face, the man’s voice continued in his ear. And as he listened to those words, the smile gradually vanished from Nathaniel’s face.