[BL] Alpha, You've Got the Wrong Mate! Chapter 332 — Who Are You?!

Content Warning: SA [18 ]

Rihaan stord into the hall, slamming his fist against the table, the sound echoing through the room. A bright, almost manic smile stretched across his face.

"What is the aning of this?!" The Prince of Maiju recoiled, frowning, his composure faltering for the first ti.

His eyes narrowed, fixed on the beast before him—filthy, reckless, untad—who dared to interrupt what the prince clearly considered a precious mont.

"My, I was feeling a little hungry," Rihaan grinned, pushing a chair before taking a seat beside Soren.

Soren stiffened. He knew this man was bold—but to this extent? He was unaware of it.

"Prince Rihaan," he turned toward the young man, his expression clearly displeased. "You could have asked a servant. They would have had your food delivered to you."

Rihaan didn’t answer, reaching for the oga’s hand.

"Is this how you treat your guests, Your Imperial Highness? Leave them alone, to rot in so dark room until they leave? Should you not entertain them as you are to this—" Rihaan’s gaze flickered toward the man seated across from them. "This... man."

The alpha tried his best to act cute, his eyebrows raised, hazel gaze damp as if he would break into tears at any mont.

Soren’s heart throbbed. He knew very well Rihaan’s nature—he was a liar. And he could deceive one in a manner no one could possibly doubt. Still willingly, the oga exhaled sharply, pulling his hand away from his grip, and he nodded.

"My apologies. How about I order the servants to serve you a plate as well?"

Rihaan grinned, "Well of course. Why would I refuse if you insist?"

anwhile, sitting on his chair, the Prince of Maiju’s blood boiled in fury.

How dare he!

He gritted his teeth, glaring at the other alpha. However, his anger vanished as soon as Soren’s gaze shifted his way. He forced a bright smile on his face, as if the furious expression from earlier never existed to begin with.

The dining hall was filled with utter silence, only the clinking of utensils could be heard. The servants stood at the corner, hands folded. They exchanged awkward glances, cold sweat dripping down their faces. Sothing was strange about this situation although they couldn’t put a finger on it.

It was only when the three n rose from their seats that the servants exhaled. Finally, this ca to an end.

Soren strode before the two alphas, not bothered to look behind. On the other hand, the two n tried their best to walk beside him.

"Your Imperial Highness, there is sothing I must discuss with you," Rihaan announced first before the other alpha could utter a word.

The Prince of Maiju clenched his fists, glaring at the beast disguised as a human.

"My, don’t look at like that. I fear you will pierce a hole in my beautiful face," Rihaan sneered.

And that only added fuel to the fire burning in the prince’s body. He looked at Soren, hoping the oga would refuse although he had seen the two n share a kiss not long ago.

"Alright then. I will see him off first. Then, you may visit at the audience hall. I hope it will be brief."

Having said so, Soren wrapped an arm around the eleventh prince of Maiju, leading the way to his bedroom.

Rihaan’s jaw dropped, watching the oga’s back. His chest burned. Not as if it were set on fire but as if soone had pierced his heart a thousand tis, then sprinkled spice on it before throwing it in a hearth. That kind of pain. A type that was enough to kill him. He couldn’t breathe.

He stumbled upon his own steps, almost falling. However, he landed against a wall. Sturdy and firm. Sothing he wasn’t. Not when it involved soone he loved.

***

Soren rushed into the audience hall. However, to his surprise, it was empty. He sighed.

"How childish," he muttered, turning his heels and exiting the hall.

With quick steps, he rushed back to his bedchambers. The walk was brief, one he was used to. Yet, the words his prospective fiancée said itched under his skin.

"You have... kissed him."

Hearing that, Soren had frozen in place. He couldn’t think of an excuse, an explanation, or anything.

His lips parted. Over and over but no sound ca out of his mouth.

"It’s alright. He must have forced you. Alphas are like and ogas just can’t fight. However, I hope you will send him ho soon, Your Imperial Highness. That is if—" the prince paused, caressing Soren’s cheeks—so softly it felt ticklish. "—you wish anything to happen between us."

Soren slamd the door of his room open. The hall was dark, deprived of any light. Just like his life. No matter where he went, he was bound to find and drown in endless darkness. Without bothering himself to call a maid or personally turn on the lights, he headed toward the bed. He let himself fall, collapsing on the soft mattress, his face buried into the soft pillow. Suddenly, it felt like all the exhaustion of the day began to take effect, and his eyelashes suddenly felt heavy.

Before he could close them, he sensed a strange gaze that seed to be fixed on him. Frowning, he turned only to find a tall silhouette looming over him.

"W-Who—"

Before he could finish his sentence, an aggressive kiss ca his way.

Soren’s eyes widened. He imdiately pushed the man off him. The room was still dark. With urgency, he reached for the candle, but the man pulled it away from his grip imdiately.

"Who are you?!" Soren’s eyes flared, his back against the wall. He moved along the wall, his steps steady. He just needed to get out of the room. Then, he could call for the guards stationed not far. He didn’t want to scream—that could make him appear weak. That he needed help, and was not good enough to be Emperor one day.

Suddenly, the room filled with a scent—sweet and fresh lilies. Yet overwhelming to the point that Soren imdiately dropped to his knees, unable to stand it. Heat rushed to his body, burning—the man was an alpha.

Alpha pheromones flooded the room.

Soren collapsed to his knees, fingers clawing at his chest as his lungs struggled to draw breath. The scent forced its way inside him—thick, oppressive—burning his skin from the inside out.

Heat rushed through his body in violent waves, leaving him trembling, desperate, aching to tear his clothes away just to breathe again. His vision blurred.

The alpha standing before him remained still, watching. One grey eye glimred in the darkness, cold and piercing.

Who...?

Even like this—overpowered, drowning in another’s pheromones—Soren squeezed his eyes shut and whispered a spell, forcing the words past his shaking lips.

He never finished.

A hand clamped over his mouth, rough and unyielding, smothering the sound. His breath hit warm skin instead.

"Mmph—!" Soren grabbed the man’s forearm, nails digging in as he tried to push it away, panic surging.

"Why?" The voice reached him before he could speak again.

Familiar.

Too familiar.

Soren’s heart stuttered violently in his chest.

No... it can’t be—

He shut his eyes tighter, as if denial alone could erase the truth, as if opening them would make the world collapse into sothing he could not bear.

Then his voice broke, barely holding together.

"Captain... Oliver?"

The man did not answer.

Instead, he reached for his shirt and tore it apart.

Soren froze.

His eyes widened, horror rooting him in place as every instinct scread at him to run. But his body refused to listen. He stood there, trembling, unable to move, unable to think.

What was he supposed to do?

Tears burned behind his eyes—hot, stinging, just like the fire spreading beneath his skin. His mind scrambled, empty and frantic all at once.

He didn’t learn this.

No one ever taught him what to do in a mont like this.

Firm hands closed around his chest.

Soren’s breath hitched sharply.

"S–Stop it," he managed to whisper, his lips trembling, legs shaking beneath him.

But his body betrayed him. His oga pheromones spilled into the air against his will, dragged out by the overwhelming pressure of alpha scent crushing him from all sides.

The man did not listen.

His fingers slid higher, pinching—

Soren’s face twisted in raw disgust.

No. I can’t let this happen.

Summoning every shred of strength left in him, he shoved the taller man away. The sudden movent broke the spell long enough for him to turn and bolt toward the exit.

Freedom was only a few steps away when sothing snapped around his wrists. Cold tal bit into his overheated skin.

Soren shuddered violently as he turned back, gaze on his wrist, dread hollowing his chest.

Handcuffs.

He needed to call for help. Yet his pride—that demon wouldn’t allow it. It would rather be ruined, destroyed than beg for help.