The Crown Prince's Runaway Bride

XIII

Cale's grand entrance with Royal blood became the talk of the kingdom. The nearby kingdoms that were grateful to Cale, on the other hand, all expressed their happiness for the couple.

While His Highness, the Crown Prince, was undoubtedly aware that he would become the battered husband. The Henituse County and Zed Crossman decided on their engagement. It was also revealed that Cale had previously marked him.

So if he marries someone else, he will undoubtedly die. A marked Alpha cannot have another mate for the rest of his life. That's how selfish Omega's are. An Alpha's mark on an Omega can disappear at some point, but an Omega who marked an Alpha would have the latter until the end of his life.

So he pretty much survived a great dilemma.

But not Zed Crossman. He called for Alver and handed him Deruth's betrothal letter, correctly speaking—the threat betrothal letter.

The letter:

[TO ROWOON KINGDOM'S DULL AND USELESS WOMANIZING FUCKING SUN:]

Reading the letterhead makes the king want to flee. He is aware of Deruth's personality, and if he refuses to accept his demands, it is kingdom come.

He watches his son cringe the moment he read the greeting sentence.

I feel you, son. I feel you.

He shook his head and continued to listen to Alver's words.

[THIS IS THE BASTARD FATHER OF THE BEAUTIFUL OMEGA THAT THE BASTARD CROWN PRINCE IMPREGNATED.]

I am still the king. Of course, Zed Crossman can't use that as an excuse. Deruth definitely sounds like he's going to commit treason right now.

"This is the first time I've ever encountered such a.."

"Do not even think about it... Enjoy it, Crown Prince," Zed said with a smile. He recalls the fucking sensation and thousands of arrows piercing him incessantly while reading that letter.

[I CANNOT BELIEVE I WOULD FUCKING AND WILLINGLY WRITE THIS LETTER AND ACCEPT THE FUCKING BETROTHAL CRAPPY TRASH THAT YOUR FUCKING SON WANTED. MY VERY BEAUTIFUL DARLING BABY BOY, MY ELDEST BABY, WAS IMPREGNATED BY YOUR FUCKING SON!]

Alver cringes. He felt like he was on a hot seat.

"You allowed this?"

"You can try returning that letter." He sighs defeatedly, "We'll be dead in an hour."

No. if it's Deruth, he'll definitely kill them in seconds and torture Alver to the best of his abilities.

[THE AUDACITY OF THAT BASTARD TO LAY HIS DIRTY, SLUGGY HANDS ON MY PRECIOUS SON. I GUESS IT RUNS IN YOUR BLOOD, THE ROYAL FAMILY. FUCK YOU ALL.]

That hit the spot. Zed Crossman couldn't help but cringe. Alver looked at him as if telling him it was a matter of fact.

[OF COURSE, THIS SHOULD GO WITHOUT SAYING: IF THE FUCKING ROYAL FAMILY REFUSES TO ACCEPT THIS BETHROTAL LETTER, I WILL MAKE SURE NOTHING IS LEFT IN THIS FUCKING KINGDOM. UNDERSTOOD? ]

"I definitely have an intense father-in-law."

Zed Crossman shook his head. You think this is amusing! It is the son of the person I least want to have as an enemy of all people you would impregnate!

[AND YOU! YOU BASTARD DULL AND USELESS WOMANIZING SUN OF ROWOON KINGDOM, EDUCATE YOUR FUCKING SONS ON SEX EDUCATION AND FAMILY PLANNING! TELL YOUR BASTARD SONS TO KEEP THOSE SMALL FUNKY TESTICLES UNDER THEIR PANTS. YOU GOT THAT!?]