Chapter 105………………….

The content of the book Cassius mentioned was intense from the very start.

“It was exactly as the title suggested.”

The male lead’s stamina was incredible, and it made for a thrilling read.

I glanced at Cassius. Thinking of the duke in the book, I felt a terrifying sort of aura coming from him.

“Have you finished reading it?”

“Yes. I read it thoroughly, without skipping a single scene.”

“…Ah, no, why on earth would you read that book?”

It’s such an embarrassing book!

“I was curious about the book that Sonia seemed to have enjoyed.”

“…”

“I found it quite entertaining.”

I enjoyed it too, but I couldn’t exactly affirm that aloud.

“…That book wasn’t mine; my roommate left it behind. And it’s not like I only read books like that.”

Because of the content, my excuse just spilled out first.

Cassius chuckled lightly.

“It was very educational.”

His breath brushed my ear. I shivered, curling inwards at the ticklish sensation.

Cassius stepped back slightly and began undoing the buttons of his shirt.

For some reason, I felt like helping, and I reached out to touch his buttons.

The collar opened, revealing the protruding Adam’s apple and defined collarbones.

Mesmerized, I reached out and slowly brushed along his neck. His breath quickened.

Watching his heated reaction with my own eyes, I placed my hand on the nape of his neck.

This was where Cassius’ pheromone gland was located.

“If I bite here, I can release pheromones…”

Conversely, if Cassius bit my neck and used alpha pheromones, we would become imprinted.

He gently snatched my hand that had been stroking his neck.

Then, pressing his lips to the back of my hand, he spoke:

“Are you being impatient?”

“Yes.”

He chuckled lightly and tore off his shirt carelessly.

On his broad chest, red roses intertwined with black thorns, resembling the color of his eyes. Beneath that, finely sculpted abs were visible, as if carved and assembled perfectly.

“Sonia.”

He uttered my name like a groan, and simultaneously, Cassius’ pheromones filled the air.

The scent was as thick as the smell of rain during a downpour, almost as if I were being drenched.

If Cassius’ pheromones were rain, my body would be soaked.

I could clearly feel the emotions carried in his pheromones.

He wanted everything about me.

Creak—. He climbed onto the bed, coming closer and brushing my shoulder.

As the strap slipped from my shoulder due to his touch, I shivered slightly in the cold night air.

He replaced the missing strap with his hand, sharing warmth, and said:

“I want to smell your pheromones, Sonia.”

I looked at Cassius.

His eyes burned as if they were trying to consume me.

I could feel that his usual composure had vanished.

There was a strange sense of possessiveness in that expression. Cassius only made this face when he looked at me.

I gently placed my hand on his fully exposed chest.

I could feel his strong heartbeat.

As my hand touched him, the black thorns, traces of the curse, slightly diminished.

Not just slightly—I wanted to completely free Cassius from the curse.

I looked at him and asked:

“I want to make you my alpha, Cassius.”

“That’s all I’ve been waiting for.”

A new emotion mixed into Cassius’ pheromones. He was pleased.

Even saying it out loud had this effect.

Once the imprinting was truly complete, he would probably fall into ecstasy.

I slowly moved to his back.

“Wow, they say a man’s back speaks for him.”

Unlike his front, the tightly-knit muscles of his back seemed to radiate a dangerous energy.

I carefully placed my hand on his shoulder and pressed my lips to the nape of his neck.

I could feel his body stiffen as if tense.

Seeing Cassius react with pleasure, I smiled and bit his neck lightly.

Then, just like he had done to me several times before, I used pheromones to imprint him.

So that he could be imprinted by me.

I released a lot of pheromones, thinking I wanted all of Cassius.

He let out a small moan.

“…So this is how it feels to receive pheromones.”

I recalled the first time I received Cassius’ alpha pheromones.

At first, it tickled especially around the heart, and my body felt so hot it was like I was melting.

I had no idea what to do with that unfamiliar sensation.

I spoke softly:

“How does it feel?”

“I’m happy… thinking that I’ve become yours, Sonia.”

His ears and even his neck had turned bright red as he spoke.

It was the first time I’d seen Cassius embarrassed; fascinated, I stroked his skin. He gasped, his body trembling.

Eventually, Cassius grabbed my hand lightly.

“Now it’s my turn.”

He turned his body and wrapped his arm around my waist.

I nodded and moved, pressing my back firmly against his chest.

I gathered my hair forward so my neck would be exposed.

He placed his hand on my neck, brushing my shoulder. Warm, soft lips touched my nape, followed by firm pressure.

The alpha pheromone scent thickened, spreading throughout my body.

“Cassius…”

He tightened his arm around my waist.

Trapped in his embrace, I inhaled his scent fully.

As the scents mingled, I finally smelled my own omega pheromones.

Sweet, gentle floral fragrance, mixed with the scent of Cassius’ rain-like pheromones.

The two scents merged, and my heart fluttered.

“We’ve imprinted,” I realized.

Now we were connected through pheromones.

Although our hearts were already one, I was happy to have an additional sign of connection.

He lifted his lips and gently laid me on the bed.

The thorns on his shoulder had completely disappeared.

Now, only a single red rose remained on his body.

I no longer had to worry about him losing control under his powers.

Seeing him freed from the curse made me smile naturally.

He spoke first:

“I love you.”

He brushed my cheek with his palm and pressed his body against mine.

It was the beginning of a long night.

Shane was in the imperial palace.

To be precise, Lloyd, who occupied his body, felt something strange.

It was quiet.

It was natural that no sound came from the empty room, but something felt different.

He was always in a state of activated powers, so he could always sense the thoughts of those nearby.

Especially in a crowded place like the palace.

He used to hear the thoughts of servants on the lower floors or knights at the entrance, but now it abruptly stopped.

Lloyd, who had grown accustomed to the noise from being surrounded by many people, was unsettled by the extreme silence.

“What… is this?”

Confused, he opened the closed door abruptly.

A knight standing at the entrance was startled and hastily assumed an attentive posture.

“My lord, the little sun of the empire. What is the matter, Your Highness?”

Lloyd grabbed the knight’s hands tightly.

The knight, shocked by the sudden behavior of the prince, widened his eyes, but couldn’t resist since the person in front of him was royalty.

Grinding his teeth, Lloyd realized that even using all his strength, his power wasn’t activating.

He understood that his power had disappeared. Lloyd squeezed the knight’s hands as if to break them.

“P-Prince?”

Feeling pain, the knight looked at Lloyd’s expression worriedly.

His face was contorted in a terrifying way that gave an inexplicable sense of dread.

It wasn’t just a grimace.

It felt like facing a deadly, unknown fear. The knight began trembling.

Seeing this, Lloyd’s displeasure grew.

He couldn’t know what the nameless person in front of him was thinking.

Everything felt uncomfortable, as if he had lost his eyes and hands.

Angered, Lloyd pushed the knight over and shouted:

“Get lost!”

The knight collapsed helplessly, hastily leaving for fear Lloyd would change his mind.

Bang!

Annoyed, Lloyd slammed the door, tore his cumbersome clothes, and stood in front of a massive mirror.

He checked his back and saw that the blue rose had disappeared.

“Damn it!”

He cursed in anger.

His power had vanished.

The omega ion he had imprinted on himself was gone.

Simply killing someone doesn’t erase imprinting.

The imprint information of Ion, who had been Lloyd’s omega, was engraved in the soul. To remove it, he would have to kill and erase Ion’s soul.

The fact that it went this far meant it had to be the work of that healing priest.

“How did you find out!”

Even he had never found Ion.

To be exact, he couldn’t.

The soul only retained information about the imprint.

When reborn, all memories would be erased, leaving no way to find them.

So he had given up and left it alone.

By now, it had been nearly two thousand years.

Then, by chance, he discovered Lancelot.

Due to the long-term imprint, there had been some error causing a strange scent, but he immediately recognized Ion’s reincarnation.

Lloyd only considered Ion as an object to maintain his imprint.

So he treated him coldly as soon as the imprint was complete.

But even when violently rejected, Ion pleaded, saying he loved Lloyd and just wanted to stay by his side.

Every time, Lloyd would irritably say:

“You’ll die anyway. And when you’re reborn, you’ll forget me.”

“How could I forget you? I love you so much.”

“Is that so? Then promise me one thing. If you find me, I’ll love you.”