Chapter 52: Wild Wedding Night
Adrian instantly stripped off his clothes and stepped into the bathtub. He leaned toward Ash, whose pleading eyes seemed to say, "I’m at your mercy." Carefully, Adrian removed Ash’s clothes until nothing separated them. He pulled Ash closer, parting his thighs and lifting his legs, ready to press forward.
Ash stopped him mid-motion, stammering, "Adrian... what if I get pregnant? I’m prohibited from using birth control pills. We can use a co-ndom..."
Adrian looked at him, furious, and said, "I want you to feel my raw d*ck inside you. I want to feel your warmth."
"But Adrian, if I get pregnant..." Ash began, but before he could finish, Adrian pushed inside, thrusting and pumping so hard that Ash gasped for breath. His moans tried to escape, and he clamped a hand over his mouth, thinking, I need to hold in my voice, but I’m scared it’ll come out without me knowing.
"UNGH...!"
"NGH...!"
Adrian, still moving inside him, said, "Fuck... your muffled moans sound so fucking adorable. Tell me, whose dick is all up in your guts right now?"
Ash, breathing heavily, replied, "Adrian’s d*ck."
Adrian, now sweating, added, "The only one who can fuck you like this is me."
He increased the rhythm and speed, pushing them both closer and closer to the edge. Their bodies tensed, breaths quickening, until finally, with a shuddering gasp, they both reached their climax release overtaking them as their pheromones mixed heavily in the steamy air.
Then-splash.
The bathtub basin shatters, sending water cascading across the bathroom.
As they catch their breath, both lie sprawled on the floor amid the wreckage. Ash, still dazed, says, "Adrian, we actually broke the bathtub."
Adrian takes his hand, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "We can keep going—just hold onto the door," he murmurs, guiding Ash gently but firmly against it.
Ash whispers, "Adrian..."
Adrian leans in closer and growls softly, "I want more, puppy.
...
After half an hour of waiting at the table for Adrian and Ash, Celeste said, "I’m going to look for my hubby," leaving Lucien alone.
She forced herself up, her steps unsteady, not fully aware of where she was going. She opened room after room, her body still affected by the drug. A creeping heat spread through her, and her omega scent began to drift in the air.
When she opened another VIP room, her body moved almost on its own, carrying her straight to the bed. She collapsed onto it, lazy and unresisting.
Suddenly, another figure stirred beneath the duvet. It gasped and sat up.
Naomi.
Naomi, still drunk, fumbled for her glasses on the nightstand. Blinking, she looked at Celeste, sprawled across the bed, and in disbelief asked, "What are you doing here, Madam Celeste? You’ve stumbled into the wrong room."
Celeste, hazy and unfocused, replied, "I’m looking for my husband..."
Naomi paused, confusion flickering across her face. Who exactly was her husband? Her eyes darted between Celeste and the room, then realization hit. "Oh... your husband is Alpha Adrian."
Celeste’s white pheromones shimmered heavily, her sharp scent igniting the air and stirring Naomi.
Breathing heavily, Naomi added, "Madam, you should head to your room," and tried to move her off the bed. In her unsteady state, she stumbled lightly, falling on top of Celeste. Their eyes locked. Naomi felt the strong pull of Celeste’s irresistible aura.
She knew it was wrong.
Before she could think further, Celeste brushed her lips against Naomi’s, trying to part them.
Naomi pulled back, breathing heavily. "What are you doing, Madam? This isn’t right..."
Celeste’s voice trembled with emotion. "It seems you know better. Now tell me...who’s right, who’s wrong? who’s black, who’s white..."
Her words hit Naomi like a spark. She clenched her fists, anger and heat rising inside her.
Celeste leaned closer, eyes glinting. "Nerd...show me what else you can do."
Naomi’s blood boiled. For so long, ever since she came of age and felt her first rut as a female Alpha, she had struggled to control her desires.
She was a B-ranked Alpha, born into a middle-class family. Female Alphas often hid their true identity in ABO society, as they were seen as threats to male Alphas; both in strength and in their ability to reproduce. Many feared them because they could overpower and even suppress male Alphas. Not only Ash and Aster hid their identities, she had too, pretending to be a beta.
Ash and Martin knew her true self. They just liked teasing her, treating her the way she preferred-as a beta nerd, looking for a boyfriend. Naomi had promised herself she would act as a submissive beta, seeking a calm life, trying not to stir trouble.
But now, with Celeste challenging her, all that control threatened to slip.
Celeste’s scent hit Naomi like fire. As an A-ranked omega, it was impossible for Naomi to resist.
She leaned closer, her voice low and steady. "Do you know what today was for me?"
Celeste stayed silent, watching her with cautious eyes.
Naomi’s fingers trembled as she tore the patch from the back of her neck. "My last day of rut," she whispered. "I never thought I’d be blessed by a prey walking right to me."
Celeste’s eyes widened. Naomi’s gaze shifted to a pink hue, her body glowing faintly with shimmering pheromones. Her fingers stretched slightly, her tongue flicking out as instinct and desire tangled together.
Celeste’s heart pounded. "Alpha...woman..." she breathed.
She tried to push Naomi away, but Naomi was faster. Her hands pinned Celeste’s wrists to the bed. "Let me show you what a nerd can do," Naomi murmured, her voice rough, her control gone.
Meanwhile, inside the car, Aster was pressed between Martin’s thighs, in control. Every move, every look, showed it.
Then his phone buzzled. He picked it up, eyes wide. "Master..." he whispered.
Lucien’s voice came through, tense. "Where are you?"
Aster’s chest tightened. "Are you okay, Master?"
"No..." Lucien said.
"I’m coming now," Aster murmured.
He tried to pull his d*ck away, but drunken Martin was too fast. He shifted, making Aster sit down. Then Martin’s sat on him, riding him roughly, keeping him pinned.
"You started this," Martin said, drunk but possessive. "He can wait a little."
After Martin climax, Aster hurried into the hotel, looking for Lucien. He found him in a VVIP rooms, lying on the bed. Lucien’s purple pheromones shimmered faintly in the air. Sweat covering his skin, and his Alpha scent was strong and heavy- hitting Aster hard, making the beast inside him stir.
Lucien’s voice came weakly. "Where is Ash? I need to release...it’s unbearable. Please look him for me."
Aster stood still, his heart tightening. The man he loved was asking for someone else. He didn’t move at first; but then a dark thought crossed his mind. He could claim Lucien now, mark him while he wasn’t himself.
He moved closer, getting onto the bed beside him. "Master, let me help you with your desire," Aster said quietly.
Lucien mumbled, eyes half-open. "Leave me alone...I don’t submit to anyone. Only..."
Aster stopped him, his tone low. "Don’t worry, Master. I’ll be gentle.
He forced Lucien down, turning him so his back was to him, and slid his hand to Lucien’s waistband, slowly pulling down his pants.
Lucien tried to resist, but Aster was stronger. When Aster finally lowered Lucien’s underwear, he froze, staring in shock. "Wtf! Adrian’s name is tattooed on your butt?" he muttered, disbelief in his voice.
Boom!
The door suddenly burst open.
Before Aster could even see who it was, he was shoved hard off the bed, falling to the floor. Another blow came, another.
Ash’s voice rang out, panicked. "Adrian! That’s enough! You’re going to kill him!"
Adrian stopped, chest heaving, fury burning in his eyes. He pointed at Aster. "How dare you touch him!"
Aster, now out of his haze and trembling, tried to speak. "I was just trying to..."
But Adrian shoved him again before he could finish. Ash quickly stepped between them, blocking Adrian’s next move.
"Go," Ash said sharply, glancing back at Aster.
Aster didn’t hesitate this time; he scrambled to his feet and rushed out of the room.
Adrian turned toward Lucien, who was still lying weakly on the bed. Ash followed his gaze...and then his eyes caught on the tattoo.
Adrian’s name.
He stared in disbelief between the two alphas. "You’re both psychos," Ash said, his voice shaking.
Lucien stirred, reaching out and grabbing Ash’s wrist. "Ash...I need to release. Please come on..."
Adrian pulled Ash’s hand free, glaring down at Lucien. "Get your hands off him, bastard. You brought this on yourself."
He knew exactly what had happened; the wine had been drugged by Celeste. All part of their plan.
Adrian turned to Ash, his voice low but firm. "Puppy, let’s go."
Ash didn’t move right away. He looked back at Lucien, his brows furrowed. "Adrian...you need to help him out. He won’t be okay if..."
Adrian hesitated for a moment, but Ash’s innocent puppy eyes finally softened him.
"Fine," he muttered. "I’ll help him."
He walked toward Lucien, his face calm but his tone sharp. "Princess, next time you’d better get some sense. I won’t save you again."
Lucien’s breath came fast; his face flushed with anger and embarrassment. "I’m not a princess," he snapped.
Ash stood quietly by the door, watching the two Alphas-air between them thick and tense as Lucien breathed hard. A moment later, Adrian straightened and pulled up his pants as if nothing had happened.
"Let’s go," Adrian said, turning to Ash.
Lucien lifted his head. "Where are you going with my fiance when you’re supposed to be with your wife? Don’t you feel shameless?"
"Instead of thanking me, you’re barking again," Adrian shot back coldly.
Lucien smirked faintly. "If people find out you spent the night with my fiance while your wife waited for you, how would that sound?"
Adrian paused, his jaw tightening. "What do you really want ?"
Lucien met his gaze. "My fiance stays here. With me."
Ash froze, caught between them.
After a long silence, Adrian exhaled slowly. "Fine. But only in one condition-I’m staying too."
Before Lucien could argue, Adrian took Ash’s hand and led him toward the bed.
Ash lay quietly between them, feeling the warmth from both sides. Adrian’s arm was around him from behind, his breath steady against Ash’s neck. On the other side, Lucien’s chest rose softly, his arm resting within Ash’s coiled arms, as if unwilling to let go.
For a long moment, none of them moved. The room was silent expect for the slow rhythm of their breathing; three hearts tangled in the same quiet night.