The Crown Prince's Runaway Bride

I

"That bitch spiked my drink!"

He became aware of his rut near the end of the banquet he had prepared for the nobles. He remembered accepting several champagnes from a few nobles, whether omega male or female or alpha female.

He clutched his chest, trying to calm himself from everything.

He dashed upstairs, flushed with sexual thoughts that were percolating throughout his mind.

He hurriedly walked into his office.

He thought he was saved, but it appears he is not. He can smell the sweet pheromones that only an omega can emit. The scent was innocent, but it was seductive.

"Is anyone there?"

That voice. He couldn't recall whose voice it was. It was coarse, muddled with lust and rejection.

"Was it you who spiked my drink?"

The omega trashes.

The dim lighting didn't help. Alver couldn't keep his instinct from taking over.

The scent. He wants it.

He wants to smell it, immerse himself in it, and claim it as his own.

"Oh... ugh..."

The omega was gradually losing control.

Someone spiked his drink, just as someone did mine. It means they were the victim of someone else's attack.

Alver, losing his rationality, let go of all his inhibitions and approached the crying omega.

Yes, a terrified and sobbing omega. He'd like to hear more. He wants to tear and break this omega in front of him. This enticing scent is making him lose all his rationality.

Mark him down.

Bite him.

Break him down.

His instincts tell him that he must possess the owner of this enticing pheromone.

"It's fine..." he said, smiling.

He removed the pendant that kept his true form hidden.

There was brown hair, brown eyes, and light brown skin.

"Don't... come... ne... ugh..."

He ran his fingers through the Omega's silky hair and touched his head.

The pheromone became even more potent. His hand brushed against the omega's neck and nape, eliciting a wonderful cute purr with slight trembling as the latter melted in his touch.

"Come."

"Ngh!"

He had a bright smile on his face. He drew the half-awake pale-looking omega, whom he had just met, and now they're acting like best friends.

I'm curious who this person is.

The room was dark, and the curtains had been drawn tightly. The candle beside the table was the only light left on. He couldn't see his face, but there was something that drew him to this omega.

His gaze.

His eyes flickered like they were on fire.

The reddish brown looked lovely in the candlelight.

Shit. We made eye contact.

He can already feel himself approaching his limit as the omega continues to emit his potent pheromones.