Note: (6/6) of the mass release. Everyone I am so sorry, I was supposed to upload this with the last chapter, but I passed out on my laptop and just woke up. I will make it up to y’all with an NSFW extra. Do you want a 49 x Prince Cyn one or Ghost x Prince Nabu?
March 24, 1096
“You’re exquisite.”
When the fighting started, Prince Cyn leaned closer. He rested his finger against his lip, tapping it on his bottom lip. The savage way 49 fought made his heart beat fast, and his pants feel tight. Forget the alluring pheromones, the raw power the omega demonstrated had him almost climaxing untouched.
And each time 49 looked at Prince Cyn after each kill felt like an offering. God, wouldn’t it be amazing to have this omega fall for him? Because he bet the best gift 49 would give him is his siblings’ heads.
The sheer imagery of his thoughts had him wanting to leave the area and touch himself until he could not feel his hand anymore.
Prince Cyn had never felt this extreme desire before. The omega is driving him into a frenzy, making each imagination sweeter than the last one.
He must—must—have him.
He will do anything to acquire 49; anything.
His finger softly moved along his bottom lip, making his mouth slightly open. And when he saw those filths touching and hitting his omega, Prince Cyn bit his finger. He would love to kill them himself, but watching 49 destroy them made it more exciting.
Prince wanted to jump into the arena and put those blood fingers against his lips, kissing each one. He wished to look the omega in the eyes and whisper of a life filled with blood and destruction given to him.
He would give it all to 49, even his master’s head, if he asked.
Then, as Prince Cyn went through every scenario and wants in his head, the battle ended as 49 looked back at him. He could see the omega holding back his heat that kept hitting back stronger each time.
Standing up as his baggy pants hide his reaction, Prince Cyn made his way to his father. He leaned forward to whisper in his ear as his family watched him, “Father, I want that omega.”
King Yvet looked disgusted, “You want that filthy omega to dirty our house? If you want to play with an omega, we have clean maids you can play with.”
“But father,” Prince Cyn put on his best persuasion voice, “shouldn’t filth only be with filth? If you let me buy this omega, I would stay out of yours and everyone else’s hair; I would be like a ghost.”
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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Bowing, Prince Cyn began smirking, “As you wish, father.”
He quickly walked away, looking for Master Wind without glancing back at the omega. He did not need to take glances anymore when he would have the whole thing in front of him soon.
Finding the man was easy; he talked with nobles, trying to cater to them. It is funny when lesser men try to build connections with nobles or even royalty. Men like that made Prince Cyn play with them until he damaged them from the inside out.
Ah, there goes his appalling personality seeping through.
He stopped in front of Master Wind and the other nobles, causing them to stop talking as they bowed once noticing him. “Prince Cyn,” they greeted him.
Prince Cyn smiled, causing the others to grow weak. The man was too beautiful; it even made alphas knees weak. “Master Wind, I would like to speak with you,” he glanced towards the nobles, “alone.”
Quickly understanding, the nobles bowed once more before leaving.
Master Wind stiffly stood straight, “What do you want to speak about, sir?”
Haha, the man looked hideous and so fun to play with; if only he had the time. Prince Cyn kept his smile, ignoring his thoughts as he pulled out a pouch of coins.
He threw it, causing the man to catch the pouch like a greedy pig. Ah, it is a perfect analogy to describe the man before him. Master Wind opened the thing, peering at the number of gold coins inside with drool slipping down his chin.
“I want 49.” Prince Cyn told him, holding back the demand in his voice.
Master Wind snapped his head up, forgetting that a prince was before him. He turned stiff again, wiping his chin, “49 is my best fighter.”
Prince Cyn raised his eyebrow, “Do you not want the money?”
Tightly holding the pouch towards his chest, Master Wind quickly said, “I want the money.”
Greedy pigs harvest the best meat. Prince Cyn thought to himself. “Then, give me 49. I will not ask again. He will be my slave and no longer yours. Understand?”
Master Wind nodded, almost making himself dizzy from how fast he did it. He pocketed the pouch before saying, “I will go get him now.” He ran off like a lion was on his tail.
Prince Cyn stood there before a cleaner came towards him. “Ex-excuse me, si-sir?” He called.
Turning towards the slave, Prince Cyn covered his nose as the scent of the omega hit his nose. 49 is truly the only smell he could withstand.
“I ca-can take you to a ro-room as you wai-wait for 49.” The cleaner was there the whole time, sweeping the background. Everyone ignored him as he was not essential to mention in the scene.
“Lead the way,” Prince Cyn told him.
The cleaner nodded before he started walking. Prince Cyn walked behind him, thinking about 49. He did not care to look around the place as he only thought about seeing 49 and keeping him.
The perfect omega would be his soon. How could Prince Cyn not be excited?
As he entered the new room, he sat down in one of the chairs as the cleaner disappeared. Prince Cyn waited in silence, not caring for the time until a scent strongly hit his nose.
He turned and saw the most beautiful omega before him. He started walking closer, wanting to trace every scar and the bruises he saw. Although, he wished to erase the bruises created by others and fill them with his own.
The omega glared at him as Prince Cyn could not stop the words, “You’re exquisite,” slipping from his tongue. After those words filled the space between them, the omega looked at him like he had a few loose screws.
Was Prince Cyn crazy?
If the answer is yes, it is only because his family made him this way. He used to be a sane child until his biological mother was murdered before his eyes. Why should he stay normal after witnessing that?
“You are coming home with me, 49.”
49’s eyes turned sharp at those words, but he remained quiet. He heard his brother saying how the omega did not talk. That is fine with him; Prince Cyn loves a challenge, and 49 was a strenuous maze before him to conquer.
“Follow me.” Prince Cyn told him even though he would have loved to stay and touch 49. But, it is better to wait when he returns home and to his room.
Prince Cyn looked for one of the workers to get his horse as 49 silently followed him. Once he got his horse, he was ready to return home with 49.
They entered Prince Cyn’s room as he closed the door behind him. Earlier, he got rid of the chains they put back on 49 when he tried leaving with him. Slaves were required to be chained once someone new bought them. From there, it is up to the owner to keep them chained or not.
Prince Cyn would never chain the beast before him. Power like that needed to be free.
Walking to his bed, Prince Cyn sat down, taking off his shoes as he watched 49. 49 looked around at everything while standing in the middle of the room. The whole time, he left space between them. The omega did not want to get closer to him.
And Prince Cyn could understand. An omega trying to hold back his heat would not want to be closer to any alphas. But, Prince Cyn did not wish to be seen in the same category as other alphas.
“Come join me.” It wasn’t a question nor a choice.
49 instantly glared at him, baring his teeth. Prince Cyn could already see 49 forming fists as his nails dug into his palms.
Prince Cyn moved off his bed, walking towards 49, who wanted to take a step back but stood his ground instead. Reaching forward, Prince Cyn almost touched him when 49 slapped his hand away. 49 growled, saying not to touch him.
A crazy wide smirk appeared on Prince Cyn’s face as he glanced at his stinging hand before doing something he hadn’t done in a long time: he released his pheromones.
49 fell to his knees, breathing harder than before as he reacted hard. His hips moved against the floor under him as his eyes glared deep into Prince Cyn’s black soul.
Prince Cyn took several steps back with a flustered face and amusement in his eyes. He leaned against his bed frame before grabbing himself. “I will make you beg for it.”
49 snapped his teeth, showing he would never beg.
They will see who would break first.
49 x Prince Cyn pleaaase 😳
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49 x Prince Cyn
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