The Crown Prince's Runaway Bride

IV

Life will always bring unexpected encounters. Some are fateful, while others result in ambiguous and fruitful outcomes.

The person who was caressing him was exhaling heavily. Those golden messy hairs, fine brows, and lips made him shiver. Cale had never lost his reason before that night, but it appears that he will now. He wishes to dominate him. He wants to cuddle so badly right now that he's afraid he'll get devoured. Of all the fucking bastards, he'd feel this way — why is it the crown prince of all people?

"Your scent... you are him..."

His gentle touches weaken his senses. He could only purr and melt into the warmth.

He doesn't want to think about his nightmare.

"Cale... My Cale... My Baby Cale..."

His entire body shook violently. He cowered when he was called in such a dreamy and gentle tone.

"Let it out, Baby Cale... I want to smell your scent."

The moment the crown prince climbed onto the bed, the mattress sank. Another gentle arm encircled his waist, and lips planted a soft kiss on his brow.

"Come on, Baby... I'm not going to hurt you..."

Cale huffed and gulped heavily. His throat dried up as he bowed, trying to keep his sanity from slipping away.

The warm palm on his back caressed his back, tracing comforting circles while moving up and down. His body twitches every time a soft kiss is planted on top of his head. He knelt over, clutching the expensive clothes in front of him.

Ron will kill me.

He pondered.

"Baby Cale..."

A hand rested on the back of his head. That caused him to jerk and look up, his face a few centimeters away from the Crown Prince's.

The Crown Prince leans in to kiss him.

Cale remained motionless as if he was expecting something.

Inches become centimeters.

He can feel his breath on his face. It's enticing. He wants to lean in. He craves his mouth and wants to bite his lips —

What?

Cale clenched his teeth. He punched the Crown Prince in the stomach and kicked him off the bed before the Crown Prince could kiss him.

"Wah! Cal —ugh... oww..."

Cale jumped off the bed and onto the other side.

"C, Cale! Calm down!"

"I am calm, Your Highness!" Cale replied, shielding himself with the poor pillow and staring at the Crown Prince, "I didn't think His Highness was a pervert!"

[ALVER'S POV]

Pervert? Who is this pervert? Me? A dastardly handsome prince is reduced to a pervert?!

He turned to face Cale Henituse, adorably shielding himself with the poor pillow.

Nobody has ever punched him in the gut or kicked him off. He's the first!

Alver rose to his feet and brushed his hair back.

"You call that a punch? Your kick hurt, but your punch doesn't bother me at all."

"Dropping all your nonsense now, Your Highness? I am not the Omega you seek! Find your own!"

You're the Omega, you scumbag.