As night fell, Caspian forced himself to get on the bed. He had almost reflexively gotten on the couch to wait like he had done for two nights in a row.
He still held the hope that Asher would return, lying wide awake in bed, his heart shrinking.
He woke up the next morning to an empty bed, and a room devoid of Asher’s scent, his lacy socks hanging halfway off one of his legs.
Shaking off the despondency sinking its claws into his skin, he got up to shower. He should be happy, he hadn’t needed to be worried about his secret for two whole days.
Once again, he thought about coming clean. It was a thought that crossed his mind several times a day.
And he knew exactly why he hadn’t done it yet, Asher had never given him the image that his life would be in danger if he admitted to something like that.
He didn’t want the Alpha to lose his interest in him, which was really stupid. Because did he really think he could monopolize a Mafia King?
Asher paced tightly in his study, Jael had come to get him the first thing that morning so he couldn’t put this off any longer.
He didn’t address the unspoken implications of Jael doing that, knowing that his second-in-command had every right to be wary.
He had been successful with his plan to blow off steam, he would be fine if he did what Jael suggested, not exactly in the order that the Beta said.
After stepping out of the door of his study, it became easy to move forward. It was almost like there was an invisible thread pulling him to his bedroom.
He didn’t hesitate at the door, pushing it open. He slowed down for a fraction of a second, his lungs filled with the achingly sweet scent of sugar and violets.
He didn’t even realize how much he missed it until he got a whiff of it again, his mouth watering, fangs tingling at the addictive scent.
"A-Asher?" Caspian called as he stepped out of the closet and Asher could hear an audible snap.
Caspian had gotten dressed in the pale pink sweater that fell off his shoulders, and a little black skirt with pleats and laced edges. He had like three outfits that he rotated so that he wasn’t stuck wearing lingerie.
He had even found a pair of fluffy socks, and they were easily his favorite.
He stepped out of the closet with plans to spend the rest of the day lazing around again so he had been startled to find the door open and none other than Asher standing right in front of it.
He seemed to snap out of whatever daze he had been in then, closing the distance between them rapidly.
Caspian took a step back at the suddenness of the motion, "I-I wasn’t expecting you to be back tod..."
A rough kiss cut off his words, Asher’s hold on him a little cruel. Their teeth knocked painfully from the ferocity, Asher’s tongue piercing dangerous.
Caspian couldn’t break away from the kiss even if he wanted to, held tightly in place, his oxygen rapidly being replaced by Asher’s scent.
So when the Alpha broke away to stare at him with burning hazel-gold eyes, his pupils shaky pinpricks of black, the look of a predator...
All Caspian could do was dazedly return his stare, drunk on Asher’s scent.
He didn’t protest when Asher wrapped a hand around his neck to pull him in for another violent kiss, certain he tasted blood this time.
His body refused to listen to him, even when he was thrown so hard on the bed that he bounced painfully.
He panicked, he wasn’t exactly sure why Asher was acting this way, and he probably should be more concerned for his safety but all that filled his thoughts was that his secret was about to be revealed.
He was flipped on his stomach, feeling Asher’s weight drape over him and press him into the sheet, his lips bruised, the inside of his mouth a burning battleground.
Caspian cried into the sheets when Asher sank sharp teeth into his exposed shoulder, his weight leaving momentarily so that he could rip his sweater off.
It was so startling that he gasped, the pressure of the sweater as it ripped left friction burns on his pale skin.
He tucked his knees underneath himself so that he could cover his chest with his hands, wishing that he had worn a bralette. But he had a feeling that it would have met the same fate as his sweater.
He choked on Asher’s name when his skirt was flipped up and his panties were also ripped off, his blood running cold.
The barrage of assault stopped then and he felt Asher’s weight leave the bed. Caspian curled on his side, holding up the tatters of what used to be his sweater to his chest, cold tears stinging his eyes.
He met Asher’s gaze, the Alpha looked shocked, a myriad of emotions in his eyes as he backed away, staring at his hands like they didn’t belong to him.
Caspian watched Asher flat-out run out of the bedroom, what was left of his shrinking heart crumbling in his tightly clenched fists.
Sweet-smelling tears stained the sheets in the roaring silence that filled the room, as he hid the parts of him that were all wrong.
It didn’t matter how many skirts he wore, or how many lipstick shades painted his lips. It wouldn’t change that he was a man.
Jael had canceled Asher’s appointments for the second day, the Mafia King had been displeased by it but he needed the issue with the Omega to be resolved.
He couldn’t understand why Asher had been trying so hard to put it off, he had plainly said that the Omega’s gender didn’t matter.
For someone who could take several women in a day, he was acting especially squeamish over an Omega that had the disposition of blown glass.
He had equally taken the day off, yesterday had been spent taking care of a grumpy Mafia King, but this time, he would be occupied with the Omega, so he would have all day to hims...
Jael’s ringing phone cut off his thoughts, his brows dropping at the familiar name on the screen.