The Survey Corps Mafia | Sansang

C13

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He should have asked for details instead of running headlong. But no, he had done, as usual, acting without thinking and now he was screwed.

"Okay, think Yeosang, think. You're stuck on a defined area, where can you hide?"

The young man had a lot of options. The castle estate was rather large and covered with trees, it could hide anywhere. Yeosang ran into the woods to his left, he ran without looking behind him, slaloming between the trees and trying to reach a place to hide. He only stopped running when his thigh muscles began to burn him far too intensely to continue at this rate, he stopped to catch his breath before looking over his shoulder. His blood froze in his veins, his steps had left a trail in the snow. San could follow him without any problem, shit, shit, shit, shit. He listened to what was happening around him. For the time being, the omega only heard normal noises in a forest, so San wasn't around.

How could he hide when every single step left a footprint?

Yeosang suddenly had an idea, what if he goes back to the castle and hides there? All he had to do was turn left, continue his way to the gardens and enter the building through the verandah door. Once inside, he could hide in the castle without leaving a clue, the young man did not waste any time and set off. Yeosang was happy to see the castle and walked along a wall to the back of the building. The garden was less beautiful covered with snow, even if it kept a certain charm. He climbed the stairs to the verandah and opened the door. He took off his shoes so as not to leave wet traces behind him inside the castle.

"Yeosang?"

He looked up and came face to face with Chungha.

"You won't tell him, will you?"

"It's for him alone to find you."

He sighed with relief.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me too soon, I'm afraid the hunt will turn San on more than anything else..."

And Yeosang knew perfectly well that an aroused alpha was a dangerous alpha and more inclined to follow his primary instincts. The young man immediately put his hands around his neck and ran out of the room. He had to hide urgently. Under no circumstances should he let San bite him. That was out of the question, the omega didn't really know where to go. But he knew he had to hide his smell, even if it was very weak, San could easily follow him since all his senses were focused on it. The young man moved discreetly through the castle and his steps led him to San's room, what better way to hide its scent than the alpha one?

He slipped into the room and immediately moved to the large closet. As soon as he opened it, he closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure, San's smell was everywhere.

If he listened to himself, he'd make a whole nest with the alpha's stuff. Yeosang slapped himself in the face to regain his senses. That was out of the question, San was not a good alpha, and the omega felt he deserved a good alpha. To his great misfortune, the mobster's clothes didn't fit him very well. They were too short for him and too wide because San was more muscular than him. Yeosang took off his jacket and put on a shirt instead of his t-shirt before leaving to stay on the move, as he walked down the hallways, the young man wondered what was best, what to do, find a hiding place and stay there or stay moving and cross his fingers so as not to fall on San. The omega chose to keep moving, it was the safest for now. He found a small library not far from the executor's room, entered it and stopped in front of a huge painting. It represented a magnificent forest and the few animals drawn almost looked alive. The painting gave the impression that it was about to come to life before his eyes. It was incredible. Yeosang could easily have contemplated it for hours, but he did not have such a privilege. Footsteps and voices were coming in his direction. The young man did not waste any time and hid behind one of the sofas. He tried as much as possible to control his breathing so as not to be noticed. The noises were only getting closer and Yeosang couldn't help but close his eyes as tightly as possible as the voices were becoming perfectly audible.