The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 238: Birthday Heat (3)

A week later, the battle in the Ford Domain was still at a stalemate. And the military became even more cautious as communications inside the city were cut off, which meant they were blind to the situation inside.

After all, while the city fell under the control of the Marquis and his organization because of their years of preparations in secret, the citizens inside couldn’t possibly all be on their side.

At first, protests inside erupted because of the panic and anger among citizens, and the media was still active in broadcasting what was happening inside. Later, with the internet, the military still had the means to know the current situation.

Yet, a few days ago, it was so silent that even the reporters were all missing and were probably captured. They couldn’t rashly siege the city without knowing the situation, but the fight at the borders and the gate became even more intense.

What was astonishing was the strength of the organization’s forces; they were definitely under the influence of drugs as they attacked fiercely like beasts, disregarding their wellbeing just to take down their opponent.

Because of all this, the battle in that part of the empire still hadn’t reached a conclusion and might last a few more weeks.

Arren put down his phone. He was always updated on what was happening in the war through the news and Spade. He lay down on the couch and looked at the ceiling; his everyday life was still the same.

In fact, it was so peaceful that if Arren wasn’t checking the news, he wouldn’t feel the crisis at all, even though there was a war currently happening.

"I’m really slacking off," Arren muttered, somehow in a daze. There were some days when he thought of school and how he was about to graduate this year, but he had to take a break. "Damn, so Ramon graduated before me?"

Arren wasn’t depressed because of his break, and he failed to graduate this year since he wasn’t that good in school and only wanted to finish it for the sake of finishing college.

"It’s been a while since I talked to that guy." Arren looked at his phone, which he rarely used these days aside from when he was playing his game or looking at the news, and logged on to his social media account.

As he opened his account that had long been accumulating dust, he first looked at who was online on his friends list and didn’t see Ramon being online. Arren lifted his brow, somehow surprised the beta wasn’t online, but checked on his profile to see what he was up to these days.

"Oh, wow, his profile is clean. I wonder what happened." Arren was amazed for a moment; the beta was someone who always flaunted his bar hopping or trips on social media almost every day. But aside from a post from three weeks ago, he didn’t have any recent posts.

However, as he thought of this, Arren thought it was reasonable. Marquis Strellia was also from the Royal faction and probably forbade his children from getting into trouble, especially his troublemaker son, Ramon.

Without getting anything, he browsed for a bit but logged out soon after. Arren sprawled lazily again on the couch, not having the energy to do anything.

Arren shut his eyes and thought of taking a nap, but his eyelids moved as he frowned and shifted his position again to the side.

Fuck, why is it so hot these days? Arren rubbed his neck and felt his sweat, but then he froze as he touched his neck again. He was warm—no, hot even as though he were having a fever.

However, he didn’t have a fever or headache; he was just that sleepy and uncomfortable, and he was feeling hot all over. Arren paused for a few seconds before his eyes abruptly opened; a realization had already flashed across his mind.

"Fuck? I’m in pre-heat!" Arren almost shouted this, feeling shock even if he already anticipated his heat to come this month. "Isn’t it too early?" He expected his heat to come probably at the last week of the month, but it arrived this soon.

After he realized this, Arren sat and observed his condition. Aside from feeling sluggish and uncomfortably hot, he could still think normally.

"Right, perhaps because I already experienced heat once, I already sensed this pre-heat in the initial stage, unlike last time, when I still had to be controlled by my instincts before I noticed it." Thinking of this reason as the reason, Arren didn’t think of this further and could only look for his alpha.

Holding his phone, Arren exited the room and decided to wait for Spade in their room instead. The pheromones he emitted weren’t yet intense, and unless someone sank their noses in his scnet gland, no one would notice yet.

His steps were steady, and he looked especially normal; perhaps his heat this time wasn’t as intense as last time. It made sense since that was his first heat that he spent with an alpha, so this time around he would be experiencing a normal heat.

As soon as he entered the room, Arren decided to call Spade, but he was about to dial his number when he suddenly froze. The smell of Spade’s lingering pheromones in the room invaded his nose, and the dominant scent instantly captured him.

Arren leaned on the door. His breathing became hurried as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

"Fuck, alpha..." Arren mumbled, and he bit his lips. The desire in his gut awakened at once.

He even forgot that he was about to call Spade, but that his head spun and his footsteps resounded in the room. It didn’t take long, as he was already in one of the closets. Arren opened it desperately as the door echoed.

His hand touched one of the royal suits and smelled its sleeves. Arren nodded. There wasn’t much, but as Spade still touched most of these clothes when he was choosing his outfit, the scent of his pheromones still lingered.

Arren licked his lips and smiled; he didn’t even pick anything, but he sat inside, the scent of Spade’s pheromones enveloped in his as he became satisfied.

He had already been there for about five minutes when he snapped out of it. Arren realized what he was doing! He was already nesting, or at least at its initial stage.

"I just said this heat is not so intense; I have to jinx myself, huh?" Arren mocked himself. As he made himself comfortable inside the closet, his bows knitted again.

However, if one compares, last time, Arren knew his heat was about to come any minute if he didn’t suppress his desire. And he was more out of it then than now. He wasn’t also being too engrossed in his desire, but that he felt safe and like being enveloped by Spade’s pheromones.

He pondered, but Arren couldn’t figure out if his heat was intense or not. After a few moments, he shrugged and set it aside. Who cares? Intense or not, it was still heat, and he was about to spend it with the one he loved, so it didn’t matter.

This time, Arren dialed Spade for real. The alpha wasn’t as busy, but he still visited the monitor room and got reports; aside from that, his schedule wasn’t as hectic. at least for now.

The alpha immediately answered his call.

"Spade," Arren called. There was a smile on his lips—no, it was a playful and naughty smile. In fact, Arren seemed to become even more active than usual this time that he was in pre-heat.

"What is it?" The alpha softly inquired; as expected, he had not noticed something was wrong. Unlike last time when Arren called and he immediately knew because of his desperate tone of voice, unlike the mischievous tone Arren usually used.

As though something tickled inside Arren as he heard Spade’s voice, he had to bite his lips again or he might elicit some inappropriate sounds right there and then. Fuck, he was too horny just in his pre-heat; what more later in his actual heat?

When Arren didn’t respond, Spade had to call him again.

"Arren? Did something happen?" This time, he didn’t ask casually but with a tinge of worry.

Arren chewed on his lips and swallowed; he was already somehow too horny to think of a normal response, and without thinking, he spoke.

"Spade, come, fuck me." His tone was filled with enchanting desire, and he didn’t even hold back.

But after he said that, there was a moment of silence between them, and Arren’s eyes widened when he realized what he said! The hell? However, it was only for a moment. Since, even if he wasn’t too horny, he was already shameless when flirting with Spade, there wasn’t any difference aside from the slight vulgarity in his words.

Without waiting for Spade’s reply, he added in the most alluring tone he could utter at the moment,

"I need you to fuck me so bad, Alpha."

There was a pause again, but this time as though Spade had recovered from his shock. He spoke in a deep and hoarse voice, "You’re in... pre-heat?"

Arren, who was enjoying this, giggled as though he was drunk. In fact, he wasn’t far from one. "Why don’t you come here... and find out?" he teased, not directly answering. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Spade’s breathing seemed to become louder in the other line because of his silence. A moment later, his voice sounded again, but this time there was an unusual desire within it.

"Wait for me." And he hung up the call.

Arren looked at his phone and the call that had only ended. As he laughed, clear anticipation filled his eyes.