Moonlight shone brightly, creating silhouettes from the tree lines surrounding the minimalist yet elegant mansion in the middle of the woods. Along with the light from digital clock that showed 01.05 AM, the full moon that looked so majestic outside the glass window was the only sun that illuminated the dark room.
The atmosphere inside the room became quiet as a stone after it witnessed the forbidden pair pour out their lust and connected their bodies in a violent intercourse.
Ryley rolled from his side but his nose accidentally hit a solid surface that felt firm. He rubbed the tip that looked reddish, then slowly blinked his eyes that still felt heavy. The blond almost gasped as he lifted his gaze and caught the sight of a handsome face with a skin contrasted to his, sleeping peacefully with a strong arm stretched supporting his head, making it a really comfy pillow.
His hand moved on its own, seemingly drawn to touch the unusually attractive face of someone who'd just made a hot mess out of him for the second time. His mind wandered somewhere far, far to the future where he imagined if he would be given a chance to be with him had they not met in such a ridiculous way.
'This man can easily be a top model...' he thought, feeling half relieved and half disappointed. With such a handsome face, it's a pity that Clyde wasn't a model. But if he was, Ryley could be sure that this guy would be a difficult rival to the throne of New York's supermodel.
Ryley was immersed in his admiration when reality suddenly snapped him out of his temporary illusion. The scars on the tanned man's shoulder reminded him of when his nails clawed deep into those dark skin as embarrassing sounds came out of his mouth from getting pounded hard from behind.
The rough sex they had a few hours ago returned to flash in his mind, destroying the perfect image of what if he met this man in a different situation.
He still remembered vividly how his lips kept calling out the man's name.
'Clyde.... Clyde please....'
Or how the man silenced him with his thick fingers and kisses as his heavy voice whispered beside his ear, asking him to let him in.
'Don't... tighten around me... Let me in...'
Or the way Ryley begged him to stop all the while his body demanded more.
But above all, the blond remembered how the man ignored his plea not to come inside and still, the Alpha filled him to the brim.
'Damn you bastard Alpha....!' He cursed, then slowly got up from bed. He grimaced as soon as his sole touched the cold floor. Ryley wouldn't be able to walk far with his swollen ankle if he didn't do something about it.
He grabbed the plain black t-shirt belonging to the Alpha that reached his thigh and covered his body with it. The blond then took a piece of torn fabric from his silk pajama as a bandage and tied his swollen ankle with it tightly. He tried to pivot his leg after standing up and balancing himself, then tiptoed to snatch his phone from the floor.
After a few steps, he glanced at the figure of the Alpha still sleeping on the bed, wondering what he should do after this. His brown eyes scanned the room, then stopped at the bathroom's door.
Ryley knew it was impossible to escape through the front doors, so he only had one option left.
And that if luck was on his side.
....
"Cly.... Clyde! Clyde! CLYDE JASON ALDRIC!"
A familiar strong female voice called his full name, jolting the Alpha to seat. He rubbed his eyes hard, looking right and left but didn't find the blond figure he slept with last night. The man instantly panicked, but then a pair of cold palms caught his cheeks and faced him towards the owner.
"C...Claire? Wh... Why are you here?!" He stuttered while pulling the blanket to cover himself only to look like a fool. His blue eyes stared down and found that he was already wearing a navy pajama.
The woman in white coat then hugged him and said with teary eyes, "Oh thank God you're fine...!" Her blue eyes scanned her little brother from top to bottom, feeling relieved that nothing happened to him. "I was so worried when I heard that you collapsed! How are you feeling now? Do you feel sick anywhere?"
"Collapsed?" Clyde's gaze looked past his sister, seeing Adrian and Lucas standing not far from bed with anxious faces.
He saw both of them holding a small bottle that looked like a perfume in their hand. Adrian then made a 'shush' gesture with his index finger in front of his lips and nodded, trying to give him a signal.
"What? Did you not remember? Did you hit your head when you fell? Doctor! Please take a look at my brother!" Claire's pretty face kept getting more and more worried as she heard her brother.
She brought a whole medic team with her and flew back from Paris as soon as she heard that Clyde collapsed, leaving behind her work and everything.
However, when the doctor was about to reexamine the Alpha, Lucas stepped forward. "Mrs. Claire, Mr. Adrian has given the appropriate treatment for Mr. Clyde. We've just finished applying some ointments so we need to wait until a couple of hours for another check-up."
Adrian also supported his idea. "Y...Yes! That's correct. Sister, this ointment is very special, I'm sure it can help Clyde neutralize his overflowing scent but it can't be touched before his skin completely absorbs it."
"Is that true?" Claire turned her head towards Adrian, her eyes still looking both worried and suspicious. "Why is he suddenly like this?"
Adrian forced an awkward laugh. "W... Well, you see, Clyde is in his prime. His body is slowly adapting to..." he glanced at Lucas and saw the man's sharp gaze, then tried to explain the matter or better yet, making an excuse.
"To be better! Yes, that's it. Do you still remember when he often collapsed during school and it became less as he entered college? That's just how his body tries to adjust to his age."
"His age? What does it have to do with his age?" Claire replied, her tone firm as she demanded further explanation.
Adrian flattened his lips and raised his eyebrows high, bulging his eyes as he tried to give a signal towards Clyde.
The Alpha then caught his intention and said in a weak voice while massaging his temple, "Ugh... Can you just talk outside? I want to sleep a bit more,"
"S-Sure! Sister, let's go outside, I will explain to you further. For now, let him rest for a while. Don't worry, he's feeling sleepy because of the ointment's aroma," Adrian said, opening the door and tried to lure Claire out of the room.
The beautiful woman then turned to his little brother. "You rest, I will prepare some porridge for you later."
But as soon as they left the room and the door was closed from outside, Clyde threw away the blanket and rubbed his face. "What the... Who the hell collapsed?!" His tone sounded annoyed.
Lucas stepped closer and handed him a glass of water. "But Sir, you didn't wake up for almost 2 days,"
Clyde coughed hard at the man's words, Lucas then snatched the tissue box not far from bed. The Alpha wiped his mouth and asked with disbelief, "2 days?! Are you kidding me?!"
"I don't exactly understand it, but Mr. Adrian explained to me before that this was due to...." Lucas cleared his throat and tried to keep the expression on his face neutral. "... An intercourse."
Clyde sighed heavily as he heard it, then put his forehead on his palm frustratingly. He was about to ask who told his sister to come but suddenly realized that a much more important figure was missing from his bed.
"Where's he?"
Lucas didn't dare to answer directly, he lowered his head and muttered, "Sir, he escaped and we lost him in the woods."