In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

21. Omega Drop ( pt4 )

As Porsche and Kinn stepped out of the room, the tension still thick in the air, their new personal bodyguard, Anon, came rushing toward them, his expression urgent.

"Khun Kinn! Khun Porsche!" he called, breathless as he skidded to a halt in front of them. "I have something you need to see."

Kinn raised an eyebrow, his heart racing with a mix of hope and dread. "What is it?"

Anon pulled out a tablet, quickly navigating to the CCTV footage. "This is from the cameras at Khun Kim's penthouse. It shows where Porchay was last seen."

Porsche's breath hitched as he leaned closer, his heart pounding in his chest. The screen flickered to life, revealing a dimly lit room.

There, Porchay standing on the floor with tears.

The footage captured the moment Kim, his expression cold and detached. They could hear the muffled voices, the words cutting through the silence like a knife.

Kim's harsh tone echoed in the room, filled with accusations and dismissals, as he broke Porchay's heart, leaving him sobbing and alone.

Kinn's fists curled tightly at his sides, rage boiling within him as he watched his brother's cruel treatment of Porchay.

Silent tears streamed down Porsche's cheeks, his heart breaking for his brother, who had been so innocent and vulnerable.

"Kim, I never expected this from him?" Kinn whispered, his voice trembling with anger and sorrow. He felt a surge of protectiveness for Porchay, who had been so deeply hurt by someone he had trusted.

Porsche turned to Kinn, his eyes filled with pain. "He didn't deserve this. Chay didn't deserve any of it."

Kinn wrapped his arms around Porsche, pulling him close as they both struggled to process the betrayal. The weight of their shared grief and anger hung heavily in the air, a bond forged in the fire of their emotions.

After a moment, they returned to the room where Khun was still cradling Porchay, his expression a mix of anguish and determination.

Kinn stepped forward, the tablet in hand, and played the footage for Khun, who watched in silence, his eyes narrowing as the truth unfolded before him.

As the video ended, Khun closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself. The reality of his younger brother's coldness toward Porchay hit him like a tidal wave.

Kim had pushed Porchay away in the name of investigation towards Porsche, but all it had done was shatter the young Omega's heart.

Khun nodded slowly, the weight of the truth settling heavily on his shoulders. He turned to Porsche, who stepped forward, arms open wide.

He hesitated for a moment before stepping into the embrace, allowing himself to be comforted.

Kinn joined them, wrapping his arms around both of them, creating a protective cocoon.
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Arm and Pol stood outside the towering penthouse building, their bodies tense as the bitter, dominant pheromones hit them like a freight train.

"Do you feel that?" Pol asked, his voice a whisper, trembling with unease.

"Feel it?" Arm scoffed, though his voice was strained. "It's choking me alive, Pol. He's... Kimhan's losing control."

Pol wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. "How far away were we when we felt this? No Alpha should have a reach like that."

Arm shook his head grimly. "It's not just his strength, Pol. This is agony. Pure, unfiltered agony."