CHAPTER 3.2

Forth can see it clearly. The love Eden have for Elijah and so does what Elijah have for Eden. Even without the Fate between an Alpha and an Omega, even without that unnatural blessing or curse—the love these couple shares is something wonderfully made.

It sucks knowing that.

Forth sighs and dials the number of his grandfather. Tonight is supposed-to-be the night when he will ask Eden for his final decision on his proposal; he’s sure his grandfather is eager to know the result of their plans. Unfortunately for his old man, he wouldn’t bring good news.

“I’m dropping off this proposal. They are Fated to be together and none of us can go between that.”

Those are his only words before hanging up.

Eden finally notices that he has been here all this time. “Forth!”

Turning to his position, he wanted to grin at how possessively Elijah holds Eden’s arm. He also wanted to tell the man that there’s no need for that but it’s still fun for him to see how this Alpha reacts. Damn. It suddenly hit him—he never, even for a little, felt that possessiveness for someone.

He walks to the couple. “No need to be on your guard, Mr. Campus Moon. I wouldn’t do anything stupid anymore.” He focuses on Eden. “I see that you made your decision.”

He is surprised to see Eden’s sudden uncertain expression. He can see how the poor Omega is holding himself back from something and it sinks into him…

Eden slowly—forcefully—pulls away from Elijah’s grip.

Eden is willing to defy destiny for their families’ sake. He is choosing him.

He wants to be the less asshole that he is and tell this couple that he already decided to back out from their families’ stupid proposal, but he couldn’t help but to want more to see what will these two do next.

“As long as they wouldn’t do anything to Elijah, I’m willing to marry you.”

Forth can see how Eden is struggling to hold up his own words. Even Elijah looks like he is ready to do something stupid—like beg to him.

Fucking hell. Fuck destiny. Fuck Fate.

He once read a passage from an old book that stated how nothing could hurt an Omega more than trying to separate him from his Fated One. Same goes for his Alpha. Damn nature and it’s quirks. How could something—someone—decides about this shit everyone could suffer from?

Fate is indeed unfair.

Before Elijah could utter a word, he already decided to stop this.

He sighs and takes the velvet box that Eden has been holding this entire time.

“I’m taking this back with me—same goes with my proposal.”

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It’s been so long since Forth decided to be the less of an asshole he is and it reminds him so many memories. Who would have thought that he will be able to do it again in this lifetime?

He looks at Ronan, who is finally sleeping soundly.

It took this man almost an hour just be comfortable with his presence and trust him that he will not do anything before finally going back to sleep. Touching Ronan’s forehead again, it would seem that the medicines are still not working.

Would it be best if he just brought Ronan to the hospital?

The most surprising thing that happened today is not that Ronan felt at ease with his presence—it’s his self-control again.

Ronan smells like flowers again. Milder but still as fragrant.

No words can express how tempting it is for him to ravish Ronan’s lips and fuck him again. He laughs to himself and runs his fingers through his hair. What did Ronan do to him for him to have this seemingly unending self-control? Was it a spell? A curse? Was it a potion that would finally behave him?

Looking at Ronan’s sleeping face again…

Ronan is the definition of an angel that has fallen from the heavens. Not as pure with how he is blushing now from his fever—more like a tainted angel that would make anyone sin for wanting him.

Brushing Ronan’s soft lips with his thumb, he sighs and shakes his head.

“What are you doing to me, Ronan?”