WCMBI - Chapter 240: Desperate (Patreon)

Ian’s eyes snapped open abruptly. He attempted to rise hastily but staggered instead. Only then did he realize that his feet were firmly secured. As the confirmation of his own bedroom dawned upon him, he cursed under his breath.

"Damn it."

The thought of being forcibly expelled by Melissa was excruciating, leaving him breathless. More fearsome than the absence of a marked Omega was the act of rejection itself.

His Omega's rejection seemed to seize the very will to live. Unlike reason, instincts cried out vehemently. Demanding death!

His rejected body, once the beacon and reason for existence, now declared its uselessness and urged him to vanish.

With dark, sunken eyes, he glared at the dimly lit expanse of space. Yes, it would be better to die and disappear. Hadn't Melissa, whom he had desperately sought, proclaimed she no longer needed his love?

"Then, is there no reason left to live?"

Lost in contemplation, he groped his surroundings, frantically searching for anything that could serve as a weapon. Anguish consumed him, inexpressible and overwhelming.

Thwack! Unable to restrain his rage, he forcefully slammed the bed down, causing one side of it to collapse with a creak. At that very moment, the head butler, alarmed by the commotion, rushed into the room.

"Have you awakened, sir?"

"Just a moment, I shall fetch the physician right away."

Since the bed could not be immediately attended to, the head butler left again to ascertain Ian's condition. During the brief silence, Ian moved his hands, fumbling to untie the fastening strap around his leg. He pulled it tightly, and it released with ease, allowing him to sit up. He scanned the surroundings, searching for something that could serve as a viable weapon. The despair he felt was immeasurable.

"Mel rejected me."

The woman who had undeniably marked him and shouted her love had declared she no longer needed him. How could this be? More than curious about the reason, he merely desired to disappear. It was then that he spotted a small figure.

"Ade?"

How had the DS managed to come to his room alone? Holding a small doll in its arms, DS approached him.

"Ade!"

"DS..."

In a hurry, DS embraced Ian tightly. The child with hair just like Melissa's clung to his chest, babbling as it buried its face against his shoulder.

"Ade, please give me your pheromones."

Desperately, the child pleaded for his pheromones. I was so anxious. Ian realized that his obsession with finding Matap had caused him to neglect DS.

He recalled the little Omega he had seen at Matap. With hair just like Melissa's, the child was driven away without even a proper glimpse of his face.

He also recalled DS, who would seek comfort in his pheromones while competing with Pedro. He reminisced about the pitiable version of himself, craving the warmth of Pedro's embrace.

"Ade..."

"Yes, yes."

In a gruff voice, Ian reassured the child while slowly releasing his pheromones. Wanting his child to feel secure, he gently, soothingly let them flow, all the while embracing DS tightly and shedding tears.

Despite knowing that it was all over, he simply couldn't surrender. In his mind, scenes played out with Melissa, DS, and the little lady called Della, all together.

It was a desperate, fervent hope.