Unloveable Love

CHAPTER 5 - PILE OF STONES

Matteo opened his eyes and looked around in confusion. Where was he? After a few seconds of aimlessly looking around, memories flooded back. He sighed in frustration and sat up. After several yawns, he finally got up and left the room. He didn't care how he looked; he was hungry, and he was too tired to worry about anything else. To his surprise, his room wasn't locked. Still groggy, he wandered through the corridors with no particular destination in mind. After a few minutes of wandering, he eventually stopped and looked out of the window. In front of him stretched the garden, which he had seen upon arrival. He stared at it and blinked, then a newfound determination seized him, and he ran down the stairs and into the living room.

Selcouth stretched slightly and yawned. He had been working all night and was now on his fifth coffee. He paused for a moment, then decided to check the cameras scattered throughout the house. Maybe Matteo was already awake.

He paid no attention to the living room, instead reaching for the sliding door, and it actually opened. That surprised him, and he hesitated for a moment. Was it perhaps a trap? He took a few steps outside onto the terrace and was immediately hit by the cold wind. After all, it was December. But he had come too far to give up now. He ran barefoot through the cold snow, seemingly unaffected by the chill. His only goal seemed to be the fence surrounding the property. He stumbled several times and nearly fell, but after only two minutes, he reached his destination. Completely out of breath, he stretched out his hand - he was almost free - he was about to make it. He just had to climb over the fence, and then he could find help. He touched the fence. A sharp pain shot through his body, and he recoiled. He fell backward and stared at the electrified fence. He had been shocked.

Selcouth smirked slightly as he saw the hope extinguish in Matteo's eyes. For him, it was all just an interesting spectacle. He continued to watch with interest.

"Ugh... Fuck..." Matteo slowly got back up - his vision slightly flickering, but he didn't care. He picked up stones from the roadside and started throwing them at the fence out of frustration.

"..Sweet.." Selcouth murmured softly to himself, standing up. He then left his study and walked casually into the garden. He was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday; after all, he had worked all night. "Good morning, how did you sleep?" he asked Matteo from behind, with a sweet, toxic tone.

Matteo startled and stopped. He dropped the stone he was about to throw. Damn it. A small pile of stones had already formed in front of the fence - he hadn't realized that he had thrown so many. He felt slightly nauseous - from the electric shock, the stress, or the cold... he didn't know.

He looked at the pile of stones and smiled coldly. "What do you want for breakfast?" Selcouth asked, as if nothing had happened.

"Your cock," he muttered angrily, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Selcouth raised his eyebrows slightly and took a few steps closer, so he now stood in front of Matteo. "Are you already in heat?" He gently stroked his cheek.

"No... That was irony. Yesterday you said you understand sarcasm. Besides, you mentioned that you'd buy me suppressants." He looked away and closed his eyes, then clenched his fists.

"I'll buy them, don't worry~" He lowered his hand again. "How about we go inside for now? You shouldn't risk getting sick, and I'll make you breakfast with eggs and bread," he said with a smile.

Only now did Matteo notice how much he was trembling, but he ignored it—for now. "..I won't eat anything that comes from you. Who knows what you put in it. And you need to buy me the suppressants now," he glared at him, sounding hysterical.

"Don't worry, I don't cook. That's what my chef is for." He clapped his hands softly and put his arm around Matteo.

His body tensed as Selcouth touched him. "..I won't eat that either. I want to go home," his voice sounded as if he were on the verge of a breakdown.

"You are home, my dear," Selcouth replied as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"No. Still not. This will never be my home," Matteo affirmed his statement.

"Sure, sure..." He walked back towards the house, pushing Matteo instead of letting him walk on his own. "Should I buy you suppressants?" he asked with a smile.

"Yes," he looked at him. "Can I be in the park or somewhere while you buy them?"

"Of course. You can wander around the city if you want." He brought Matteo into the house and closed the sliding door. He didn't lock it, but Matteo knew it wouldn't be easy to get time alone. "Which brand do you usually take?"

"I never take suppressants, so I have no idea," he mumbled. The warmth was slowly returning.

"So, you sleep with alphas?" the man asked, looking confused.

"No, I lock myself in my room a day before my heat." Matteo clarified, "I've never had sex and don't want any."

"Pff, how do you survive that? Well then, follow me, and I'll show you the kitchen."

He nodded. "I'm just not sex-crazed like you alphas..." he began following Selcouth. The kitchen was similarly furnished, large, traditional, and bright. It was inviting—however, he didn't see the chef Selcouth mentioned earlier.

"Of course, of course," Selcouth took out a frying pan. "I don't need a dick in me," Matteo said, sitting on one of the white bar stools around the kitchen island.

"Haha, I didn't say anything..." he started fumbling around. So, the chef thing was a lie. Matteo sighed lightly. "I'm just saying, and you weren't serious about the leash yesterday, right?"

"Hm? Of course I was." He opened the refrigerator and took out several eggs, about five of them. He raised his eyebrows, looking at the many eggs. What was this going to be? "What color do you like? Blue? Black? Pink?"

"...I won't wear a leash," he answered aggressively.

"Haha, I haven't said anything yet." He started messing around, so was the chef a lie after all. He sighed lightly. "I'm just saying, and you weren't serious about the leash yesterday, right?"

"Hm? Of course I was." He opened the refrigerator and took out several eggs, about five of them. He raised his eyebrows, looking at the many eggs. What was this going to be? A family-sized breakfast for three people?

"What color do you like? Blue? Black? Pink?"

"...I won't ever wear a leash," he answered aggressively.

"Bet?"

"Yes."

"If I win, then you have to grant me a wish~" Selcouth replied, completely uninterested.

"..."
"And if I win, then you have to let me go." Matteo replied.

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