Into The Rose Garden

ay after his stomach was full, he would know that the heat period had passed and that another pregnancy had ended at the same time, only when a clot of red blood escaped through the space between his crotch.
The body that changed one day was still unfamiliar. 

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He quickly found out what the new thing the man was talking about wanting to try.
One night he showed up with three or four of his colleagues.
He had taken two at the same time, but it was the first time he had ever dealt with so many alphas.
What was worse was that they had big bulky bodies.
They grabbed Aelock’s limbs, which he kept trying to pull back in fear, and played with them like toys, violating his torn anus several times.

“Is he an alpha? Why is he acting up like this?”

“He smells like an alpha.
There was an omega too, but this guy adored him too much so here we are.”

The men in turn violated the skinny body, and at the same time, they inserted their penises and started pouring in a huge amount of semen.
Aelock was struggling with the pain of his anus being torn and glared at the man who had promised and argued. 

“Ugh…… ah…… I told you… not to do it inside… Agh, ugh!”

“I didn’t.
This guy did.
Kekek.”

He couldn’t control his already numb body and simply bit his lips and left it in their cruel hands.
Soon after, his entire body was overflowing with semen.
After they left, having satisfied their needs, Aelock started to vomit.
The semen he couldn’t swallow flowed down his nose with the vomit.

After throwing up the semen, he spread his rear open and scraped out what was left by inserting his fingers into the anus where screams leaked by just touching it.
If he wasn’t biting the blanket, he might have bitten his tongue.
He shoved his finger in again and again, which only left stains of blood on the tip of his dirty fingernails.
Aelock buried his pale face in this blanket and fell down. 

It was terribly painful to deal with multiple people at the same time.
While the burred vision grew darker, the strangely hazy brain completely ignored the owner’s command of not wanting to think of anything.
He was once again reminded of what he had done.
Perhaps the crimes he had committed, a little more appalling than this, caused him to raise his head.

* * *

Rayfiel Westport was definitely an omega.
He was short and, of course, small enough to fit into one arm.
Even though he was an omega, he was a male, so it was rare for a person to develop such protective instincts over him.

Instead, there was nothing superior about him compared to Aelock except for being an omega.
He was not well-educated, nor did he have any special talents.
In an aristocratic society, he was just an ordinary human being, as common as stones rolling by the side of the road.
It wasn’t even that he had outstanding beauty.
He obviously had a cute side and was worth looking at, but one wouldn’t be caught dead calling him beautiful. 

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Despite the stark differences between alphas and omegas, it was close to impossible to call Rayfiel more beautiful than Aelock, no matter how much he lowered the sharp standards of aesthetic sense.
Unlike the Count, who looked somewhat temperamental but was as handsome as if he were in a painting, Rayfiel’s cutesy features could be reckoned as charming only when he was looked upon generously.

Besides, his blond hair was duller than Aelock’s, and his blue eyes were patched with gray in places, much inferior to Aelock’s iris, which was like the wings of a flawless blue-and-yellow macaw.
House Westport, distant relatives of House Taywind, was not so insignificant, but they were not a family that could certainly support their son-in-law.

Why did he like such a worthless person? He might have been convinced if he was dating a completely different person.
Klopp wasn’t a person to like someone who was Aelock’s inferior in every way just because he was an omega.

It was also true that they were judged as similar enough to be mistaken for siblings sometimes, despite the obvious differences in level that would be unpleasant to even mention.
There must have been another reason for choosing Rayfiel over anyone else. 

After thinking about it, he decided that it was a kind of provocation.
It may have been a tactic to avoid giving the initiative to the Taywinds’ Aelock.
It was very childish, but it had a significant effect.
Whenever he saw the two of them affectionately clinging to each other, Aelock was overcome with fiery jealousy.

In the late evening, when he was getting ready to leave after the boring banquet of Viscount Derbyshire, which he had only accepted to meet Klopp, he waited in the Viscounts’ lobby for his carriage to arrive.
Aelock paced the corridor with his complexion a little hardened as people rushed all at once, crowding the area with carriages.

Over there, at the edge of the dimly lit garden, he saw two people clinging to each other.
The only place young aristocrats who had reached marriageable age could freely date was at gatherings of prestigious aristocratic families.
It was because being invited directly to the other person’s house even though they are not particularly engaged symbolized a very secret relationship during heat or for other reasons, so it was a matter of unnecessary gossip.

Since he had not yet heard that Klopp had personally sought Rayfiel, it was clear that the relationship between the two was nothing more than an innocent exchange.
But no matter how concealed and gloomy the place, which couldn’t be found unless one deliberately looked for it, they were still clinging to each other like that in the open garden of another mansion that was not their own. Are they out of their mind? He was displeased and thought about simply ignoring it, but since Rayfiel was his relative, he decided to tell him to be cautious out of consideration of their shared reputation. 

They whispered something in each other’s ears with low laughter, unaware that another person was approaching.
The discomfort was intense.
As he moved closer, Klopp held Rayfiel’s hands together and kissed the ends of each of the fingers wrapped in bandages.
Aelock couldn’t close his mouth in shock.
Klopp said as he held Rayfiel’s fingertips to his lips, and had his characteristic deep gaze fixed on the little omega.

“No matter how rough and scarred they are, they are the most beautiful and dearest hands to me.”

At those words, Rayfiel’s face blushed, and he only called out his name “Klopp”.
It wasn’t a simple pretense.
He was a naive omega sincerely in love from every angle, and the alpha, who gently wrapped his long arms around him, lowered his head and kissed his forehead as if he was very lovely.
That was it.
Aelock didn’t have the vulgar audacity to the point where he even watched others kiss.