“Hngh—!”

Seraphina reflexively covered her nose and mouth. It was a futile effort, however, as the Crown Prince’s pheromones enveloped her instantly.

“Disappear, you say?”

“Ugh…!”

The Crown Prince muttered in a low voice. Overstimulated by pheromones, Seraphina’s body trembled faintly.

It was nothing like when Lady Mireille’s pheromones had affected her. Previously, malice and hostility had tightened around her throat; now, however, the Crown Prince’s pheromones were stoking heat deep within her body.

“Blame me. Hate me. Get angry and ask why I turned you into an Omega. But don’t leave me.”

“Your Highness, h—please, s-stop…”

“Don’t you understand? You want me too. So how can you even think of leaving me behind?”

The Crown Prince seized Seraphina by the waist. His voice scraped against his vocal cords as he spoke. The way his hand traced the slender curve of her waist was dangerously seductive.

Her body, remembering his warmth, reacted of its own accord, tension coiling tightly in her lower abdomen. Seraphina forced herself to suppress the surging desire and struggled to respond.

“I don’t… like you, Y-Your Highness—”

“No.”

Cutting her off, the Crown Prince pressed his body against hers. He gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“You want me.”

As soon as he had finished speaking, the Crown Prince pressed his lips against Seraphina’s. His tongue pushed greedily into her mouth, ensnaring her defenseless tongue.

Overwhelmed by his pheromones and struggling to stay upright, Seraphina could only submit to the kiss.

The Crown Prince was desperate.

It was as though he would die if he didn’t kiss her right then and there. He tangled his tongue with hers hungrily and relentlessly.

“I was wrong. It’s all my fault, everything…”

The Crown Prince pleaded desperately, pulling Seraphina into his arms. Still breathless from their kiss, she hesitantly put her hand on his broad back.

She was confused.

He had claimed that she was his omega, as though he had imprinted on her. But Seraphina had not imprinted on him. She was a Beta, and she knew that much.

They said imprinting was like binding two souls together. If she had imprinted on him, the thought of leaving would never have crossed her mind.

And yet, despite the absence of imprinting, the Crown Prince was completely undone by her — terrified that she might leave, at a loss as to what to do, and endlessly begging for forgiveness. He insisted it was all his fault.

But what exactly had he done wrong?

Had he really turned her into an Omega, as he claimed?

And if so, why?

And how?

“Your Highness, p-please, s-stop…”

Seraphina could barely resist the urge to give in to the heat as she grabbed his shoulder. As he pressed small kisses along the nape of her neck and the swell of her chest above her dress, he let out a low, animalistic growl, as though begging for it not to end.

“Say you won’t leave me.”

“…I’m sorry.”

Seraphina turned her head away and refused. At her rejection, the Crown Prince’s broad shoulders rose and fell sharply.

He grabbed the bodice supporting her chest and yanked it down in one swift motion.

“Your Highness!”

Her pale br*asts were exposed to the air, causing her to cry out in shock. Unfazed, the Crown Prince grasped her chest. Before she had the chance to push him away, he buried his face there.

“Hngh…!”

Leaning back against the sofa, Seraphina moaned as his warm mouth sucked her br*asts mercilessly. Thankfully out of his sight, she felt wetness spread quickly below.

“Ah…!”

The thought had barely crossed her mind when the Crown Prince slipped his hand under the hem of her dress. His large, warm hand moved unhesitatingly up her stockinged leg to caress her thigh. He toyed with the garter fastened there before moving on to the undergarment concealing her most intimate place.

“T-there—!”

Seraphina cried out in panic at the thought of him noticing how wet her underwear was.

Despite having declared that she would leave him, she had crumbled so easily under his pheromones.

The Crown Prince lifted his head slightly from her chest. Seeing her disheveled in his grasp, he whispered hoarsely.

“You can’t live without me, Sephi.”

Before Seraphina could protest, he flipped her undergarment aside. Then he slid his fingers between her wet folds.

“Hngh!”

Seraphina’s head snapped back as the long fingers probed deep inside her. Offering her br*asts and lower body to the Crown Prince, she trembled violently from head to toe.

Dizzy from his pheromones, she could barely think straight. Clinging to her as though he were desperate, his relentless touch robbed her of all clarity.

“Ah—ngh!”

As Seraphina’s cheeks flushed crimson, the Crown Prince sped up his rubbing of her inner walls. The obscene, wet sounds emanating from below left her feeling both embarrassed and aroused. Panting hotly, Seraphina shook her head.

“No—no, ngh!”

“Annulment is out of the question. Abandon that thought, Sephi.”

“I don’t want to—ngh!”

When Seraphina stubbornly resisted, the Crown Prince inserted a second finger. Having two fingers inside her made her breathing become even more ragged.

“Stop—please!”

Gripping his shoulder, Seraphina begged, feeling as though she were losing her mind. Despite her willpower, her body craved him, betraying her time and again.

Thoughts of him overwhelmed her, bringing back the memory of when merely accepting him had stolen her breath. The desire to be with him again consumed her, drowning out reason.

Unaware of her inner turmoil — or perhaps indifferent to it — the Crown Prince continued to stimulate her with nothing but his fingers.

“Ah—ah—ah!”

Her mouth fell open as a rush of liquid spilled out of her. She arched her hips and moaned.

Without realizhing it, Seraphina released the faintest trace of pheromones at that moment. The scent of the formerly Beta and now fervent Omega was so faint that she could barely detect it herself.

But it was more than enough to shatter the Crown Prince.

“Kgh!”

The Crown Prince’s face twisted as he had been focused solely on pleasuring her. He let out a rough breath and pulled his hand away. With trembling fingers, he undid the buckle of his trousers.

“Hah…”

As he pulled his shorts down slightly, his er*ect p*nis sprang free with a dull thud. The veins stood out starkly along the shaft, and the flushed tip twitched, beads of clear fluid spilling from it.

Seraphina swallowed hard, unable to tear her eyes away.

That was it.

What she wanted.

He thrust it into her, rocking her body and stripping her of all reason with pleasure.

Catching the hunger in her gaze, the Crown Prince drew in a sharp breath and wrapped his hand around himself.

“Sephi…”

He murmured her name as he stroked himself firmly. He was so thick that even his broad hand could barely encompass him. With each slow slide of his grip, his length grew slicker with fluid leaking from the tip.

Seraphina watched, her mouth going dry.

He was still wearing his elaborate uniform. The dark navy fabric, adorned with gold embroidery and epaulettes, was dazzling — a look that few could hope to pull off.

However, compared to the beauty of the Crown Prince, even such lavish attire seemed modest.

He stood before her, immaculately dressed in a severe yet elegant uniform, with only his p*nis exposed, m*sturbating without shame.

Seraphina’s heart began to race as she watched him. Even though he never touched her, moisture seeped between her thighs.

She wanted him.

Just like last time, she wanted him to thrust inside her, driving it deep until her inner walls were stretched to their limit and she was completely filled.

And so, Seraphina opened her arms towards him.