‘Finally…!’

Shane quickly walked out of the Viscount’s family hallway, embracing both the joy of achieving his goal and the box at the same time.

*

At the same time. Reynard, who had chosen to come to Valentine while leaving it to his aide to go to the Viscount’s office.

“Sorry I’m late.”

He was excavating Valentine, who was buried in a blanket fort again today.

As soon as he lifted the blanket, the soft scent unique to pregnant omegas that had been trapped inside spread out. It was a warm scent that would stimulate the protective instinct of any alpha and omega who smelled it. Though it was an instinctive flow of nature for higher survival and species preservation, Reynard thought he wanted to monopolize even this so that no one else could smell it. It was somewhat fortunate that Valentine was an omega superior who never released pheromones in front of others. He was kindly fulfilling Reynard’s desire for exclusivity perfectly.

“Was it very difficult while I was gone? I just got back to Eldon yesterday after going to the base in the Blackpool region.”

“Yes…”

He lightly lifted Valentine’s body wrapped in a white goose down comforter. Reynard looked at the gloomy face that had become sick.

“Oh dear, you look very weak. I’ll make sure you never suffer because of pheromones again.”

The loathsomeness was reaching its peak.

The business trip was true, but it was something he didn’t necessarily have to go on in person. However, the alpha who wanted to make Valentine crave his pheromones chose to visit the base in person. To actually leave the capital for a week, to make it a more certain truth.

Sitting on the bed, he fully embraced the omega pregnant with his child whom he had just excavated, and released his pheromones.

“Ah…”

Valentine unknowingly buried his face in Reynard’s neck and frantically inhaled the pheromones. Reynard gently stroked his back and smiled triumphantly.

Everything was going according to plan.

The alpha’s touch gently rubbing and caressing the omega’s back could not be more affectionate.

‘Finally…’

The marriage Valentine had decided on himself. It was truly becoming perfect, flowing according to Reynard’s plan. Although he had subtly pushed and cornered Valentine into having to make the choice, the fact that Valentine had made the final decision remained unchanged.

From the moment he accepted the proposal, Valentine was his fiancé. Thinking that the omega had fully entered his embrace, the extreme alpha’s desire to conquer and possess was completely satisfied.

‘Mine.’

So it was natural that the touch that had been gently caressing and holding with affection changed to become sticky. The large, solid hand like a knight’s shield began to hotly trace the silk folds of the shirt hiding the tender flesh. From the shoulder blades of that back, following the beautiful valley of the spine to the plump buttocks… The smooth fabric crumpled and rubbed in his hand.

Eventually, the alpha’s hand began to lift the waist part shamelessly and explore the bare skin.

“You’re soft, Valentine.”

The skin was softer than silk.

“Ah!”

The skin he was touching after a long time quickly changed the stabilizing pheromones to sex pheromones.

“But the softest part is here.”

As if it were natural, lips sought lips.

A kiss after so long…

How much he had wanted to explore and taste these lips during the month he was away from the capital, and during the week waiting for an answer to his proposal. Reynard ticklishly explored Valentine’s lips that had finally completely fallen into his grasp. Unlike the first time when he gently pressed as if giving a reverent kiss to an angel, he now actively opened his lips. So as not to startle those small red lips, he first held the lower lip, then held the upper lip again. As if it were natural to love them both equally.

“Ah… Reynard.”

Valentine was also intoxicated by Reynard’s pheromones and affectionate kisses after so long. As if he hadn’t been suffering in bed just moments ago from lack of alpha pheromones. Now he seemed to have regained some strength, as a lively blush appeared on both cheeks.

The omega grasped the alpha’s face in return.

The alpha pheromones he had always desperately sought were not only breathing life into his body, but also arousing excitement.

A thick tongue found its way into the gap between parted lips. Their bright red tongues rubbed and intertwined messily. Soon the bedroom was filled with alpha and omega pheromones, and moisture-laden sounds spread through the air.

“Sweet.”

Reynard said, drinking in the saliva from their entwined tongues.

His hand, which had long since crept under the shirt hem, had diligently conquered Valentine’s waist and sides and now reached his chest.

“Ah!”

The omega let out a startled moan when the alpha’s touch reached the reddest part of his chest. It was the place Reynard had once praised as beautifully pink.

The hot touch gently stroked down the skin.

It was a gentle touch like dusting a treasure with an ostrich feather duster, but even such a light touch was too stimulating for a pregnant body. As if disregarding the high-pitched moan and shrinking body, Reynard continuously caressed that cute cherry-like spot. All while his lips ceaselessly explored Valentine’s tongue. Both his mouth and hands were full of greed.

“I think it’s gotten a bit bigger than before?”

Valentine’s face turned bright red at the blatant words that still knew no shame.

“…Stop saying things like that!”

“It’s true. It’s bigger and firmer.”

“That’s because you keep touching it…!”

“No, it really is different from before. Let me see.”

“Are you crazy?”

It was still midday.

It had just passed noon. That shameless face that seemed to know no embarrassment even at the time when the sun was highest in the sky…. Valentine felt his face and even his ears burning as he shrank his body even more. But Reynard ignored that rejecting movement as if it were a child’s flailing rebellion, and proceeded to unbutton Valentine’s silk shirt.

“See, it’s true.”

Valentine looked down at his left chest that was exposed against his will. And he felt dizzy as he saw the evidence of what Reynard had said.

“You’re really crazy…”

“What’s the big deal? I’m just looking at my omega’s chest.”

“Ah, please stop saying such old man-like things in broad daylight…!”

Valentine cried out pleadingly.

“And what do you mean your omega?!”

The heated atmosphere cooled instantly at Valentine’s habitual outcry, still lacking full awareness of reality.

“Valentine.”

Reynard said with a serious face, as if trying to make him understand and instill it accurately.

“I proposed to you, and you accepted that proposal. We are now each other’s fiancés.”

“Ah…”

“We’re fiancés to each other. You are indeed my omega, and I am your alpha, Valentine.”

Do you understand? Reynard said as if it were obvious, like teaching a child that 1 plus 1 equals 2. Seeing the naive person who still hadn’t properly realized reality, he felt the need to make him understand clearly.

“That’s right…”

Valentine nodded slowly at those words.

All procedures had been completed. Now both body and heart should belong entirely to him. Reynard held Valentine’s small head with both hands and repeated:

“What are we?”

“Fiancés…”

“That’s right. Good job.”

He watched with pleasure as the correct answer came from those small lips. As if it were a reward, he kissed his forehead and eyelids again.

“But I don’t like doing this in broad daylight.”

I’m really so embarrassed I could die. And this is my room where my family could come in at any time, Valentine said, explaining in detail. Reynard looked at him as if he found it cute. My squirrel thinks he’s a carnivore when he bares his teeth.

“Get used to it. I want to touch you like this whenever you’re in front of me.”

It was that glib response refusing the refusal again. Valentine raised his eyes full of defiance. But the eyes of the notorious simpleton in the neighborhood failed to meet their target’s eyes precisely, lingering around the philtrum instead.

“You thief…”

It seemed the words the Viscount and uncle had been muttering had stuck to his lips. Though he mumbled very softly, the keen alpha’s ears caught it all, perhaps because they were so close. Reynard looked at Valentine as if his defiant gaze and words were still laughable and cute, and lightly pinched his cheek.

“Tut tut. You should look at your husband with pretty eyes.”

“You’re not my husband yet.”

“That’s the same thing.”

Of course Valentine’s expression changed even more beautifully at those words spoken with a shrug and full of glibness. It was an expression of frustration and irritation, but still just cute.

Knock knock knock.

Just as he was fastening Valentine’s unbuttoned shirt neatly up to the neck again, a knock was heard from outside the bedroom door.

“I’ve brought your meal, young master.”

At Dawson’s voice, Reynard lifted Valentine in his arms and stood up. Valentine sat at the small table set up in the bedroom and gave permission to enter. The young butler entered with lowered eyes and moved the dishes from the mobile tray, removing the covers.

The body that had stabilized and stopped experiencing morning sickness due to the alpha’s pheromones pleasantly accepted the food smells rising with the warm steam. Valentine took a pleasant breath, feeling hungry for the first time in a long while.