The Crown Prince's Runaway Bride

XI

Jisei here! This work is now officially out of hiatus. The person claiming dibs on the concept has finally conceded now that it's been six months that this hasn't been updated. So we're not the plagiarists. this will end in chapter 16, stay tuned!

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Cale Henituse peeling a Calamansi early in the morning and dipping it in soy sauce or ketchup would amaze and disgust anyone. Literally. Everyone was staring at him in horror. They understand if it is salt, but soy sauce? Fish sauce? Ketchup? Even our favorite cook has given up and decided to no longer keep an eye on our Young Lord.

Alver Crossman was eating white, steaming rice with mayonnaise on top while watching Cale eat them.

"You want?" Cale Henituse inquires.

When the children looked at him, their faces were pale.

"No thanks... It would not be enough for you."

Alver had no choice but to accept it because Cale scowled. He ate the calamansi dipped in ketchup with rice and mayonnaise mixed in. The clash of flavors erupted, but he suppressed it.

He's confused.

He would never see Cale eat something like this before.

He looked into his likes and dislikes, and none of the reports indicated that he enjoys eating this stuff.

Call him a stalker, but he's willing to become a criminal to satisfy his desires in order to woo this omega!

Everyone decided to leave after witnessing his courage in swallowing that food, raking up his ego. Cale did not understand why everyone was so rushed, but Alver Crossman soon fell asleep.

"Your Highness."

"Yes, Cale?"

Cale turned to face him and said, "If..."

"If?"

"Let us say you have one nightstand..." Cale began a very long narration when he does not like to beat around the bush, "And if that omega becomes pregnant, would you accept responsibility?"

Alver looked him in the eyes. "I would," he said, initially perplexed.

Cale looked at him. Alver also stared back at him.

"Won't you feel repulsed?"

Cale paled after he said that. However, the smile that followed gave him some confidence.

"Cale... are you possibly..."

"No! It is a friend... from the county; you know I am a recessive and defective omega..."

This slowed Alver down. With a pained expression, he looked at Cale.

"If no one wants you, it is their loss. I will always want you."

Cale bit his lower lip. "The person who will be your fated pair will be a lucky person," he said with a smile.

You are my fated pair. That was something Alver wanted to say.

"If you can tell me that, imagine how much more if it is that person."

"Cale... The only person who can move me and force me to submit is my fated pair; no one else."

Cale stood up and nodded. He was a little taken with her. He can not even look Alver in the eyes..

"Cale," Alver said, taking his hands in his. Preventing him from leaving.

"Then do not come at me, your highness! I am not your fated pair!" Cale exclaimed, clearly attempting to flee.

However, Alver stated solemnly, "Would you believe me if I said you were?"