Since that incident, Erven had been silent, lost in his own world. Lucas came to him without urging, without asking for any explanation. He untied Erven's hands and feet, but Erven made no attempt to escape from the warehouse. He just sat there, fragile and cautious.
Lucas watched him for a long time, with a bitter smile barely visible at the tip of his lips. The bite marks of his teeth from earlier were still faint on Erven's skin. Although his family's pride and dignity made him hate Erven's father, a sliver of pity still crept deep into his heart every time he saw the thin, shivering, and unkempt omega. His hair was matted, his body was weak, and he smelled slightly rancid from not bathing for days, trapped in a dark, stuffy warehouse.
Lucas stepped closer, his aura pressing down on the surrounding atmosphere.
Lucas: "What do you want to do with your life now?"
Erven: "I just, I just want my life to be valuable. To be loved. To be protected that's all."
His words were slow, almost a whisper, but they stabbed Lucas deeper than he expected. He could feel how fragile Erven was, but still held onto hope, even if it was thin.
Lucas's face softened a little, although the shadow of anger still remained in his dark eyes.
Lucas: "You want to stay with me?"
Erven's face was stiff, shocked and confused.
Erven: "Huh?! Why, sir? For?? what purpose?"
Lucas's hand gripped Erven's arm a little tighter, leaving a faint red mark on the thin skin, but there was no cruelty in his grip, just an insistence, an instruction to understand.
Lucas: "Because your father doesn't care about you. But I.. I care. Can't you? From today on, you live with me. I give you everything to eat, a place to stay. You just need to be with me.. But if you cause trouble if you disobey.. I won't just tie you up. I will make you suffer a little, I will punish you understand?"
Erven's eyes were empty, distant, but silently surrendered.
Erven: "Whatever you want to do.. do it. My life, my existence.. is only for you. Even if you want me to die. I accept it."
A bitter smile was drawn thinly on Erven's lips. That same night, Erven was moved from the dark and cold warehouse to a luxurious penthouse, a special room that had been prepared for him. However, even though the place had changed, he was still constantly monitored by Lucas's bodyguard..
When night fell, Lucas slowly entered Erven's room. The omega slept curled up slightly, his gentle breathing barely audible.. Lucas approached, his nose catching the soft scent of Erven's hair and skin, the scent of lavender, soft and soothing, intoxicating with its subtlety. He himself didn't understand why he didn't feel disgusted, Erven was an omega, yes but why did his body react not with rejection, but with addiction? Could it be that this fragile creature... was his partner?
Erven moved slightly in his sleep, touched Lucas' chest, and then woke up.
Erven: "huh?! Arghhh!!"
Lucas: "Shhh, why are you screaming? It's me not a ghost."
Erven: "Why.. why are you here, sir?"
Lucas: "Am I wrong to watch you sleep?"
Erven: "N-no, it's okay."
Lucas's gaze fell on Erven's lips. Without thinking twice, he looked up and kissed her softly, but commandingly.. Erven stiffened for a moment, then as if pulled by something, he responded slowly. Their breaths mixed, fast, as Lucas's hands moved down Erven's back, tracing her fragile shoulders and soft skin. Lucas's lips went down to Erven's neck, licking and biting slowly.
A soft, trembling sound escaped Erven's throat, his first surrender to that touch.
Erven: "Errrr… hmm…"
Lucas: "Do you like it?"
Erven: "This… the first time I've felt this way…"
Lucas's hand went lower, searching, teasing. He found Erven's chest, touching, squeezing, pulling at the sensitive nipple... Erven's little screams filled the room, sharp and sighing...
Erven: "Arhhh… arhh… arhh…"
Lucas: "Are you in heat, Erven?"
Erven: "I, I don't know. I'm an omega recessive."
Lucas: "Ahhh. When your heat comes later, I'll take you completely. I'll fill you with my seed and you'll carry my child."
Erven's eyes widened, his breath caught. A child. from him? The thought made his whole body shiver with fear, awe, and something too dangerous to name.
That night, nothing more happened. Their bodies were close, but Lucas held back, waiting. He wanted to endure the desire, waiting for the heat that would burn something deeper, darker between them.
And when Erven fell back into restless sleep, Lucas remained by his side, the scent of lavender mixed with the tension that hung in the air, a silent promise of what was to come.