hunting light

Bishop Carroll was no longer on the dance floor.

Is there any new movement in the Holy See?But why not use the bracelet to contact him?

The maid stood aside patiently, lowering her head and eyes, with a well-trained obedience in her demeanor.

Ian nodded and smiled at the maid: "Please lead the way."

The mansion in the night is like an antique hollow box full of jewels.The chess and card rooms and salons are full of card gamers, with loud laughter, smog, and shadows like ghosts.The lovers chased and laughed, and ran across the atrium, spilling wine and flowers all over the floor.

The maid led Ian all the way to a small smoking room near the greenhouse swimming pool at the end of the first floor.

"His Excellency will be here later, you can have some refreshments by yourself first." The maid saluted and left.

It is very secluded here, a door cuts off the hustle and bustle outside the corridor, and the music in the backyard is only the faint end.

On the coffee table is a set of silver samovars in the style of Queen Charlotte, which are extremely exquisitely carved and have the royal coat of arms.After cooking over charcoal fire, the refreshing and sweet aroma of mint tea slowly diffuses in the quiet room.

Ian admired this set of antique samovar which is rare even in the Holy See for a while, then carefully turned on the faucet, poured a cup of tea, and sat on the sofa to savor it carefully.

The antique clock on the wall pointed to nine o'clock in the evening.It wasn't too late, but Ian had decided to bid farewell to the Duke of Oran after talking with Carol.He has stayed in the Parthenon Manor for a whole day, and now he is sitting in a quiet room with hot tea in his stomach, his dormant tiredness is revived in an instant, and the guests overwhelm the host.

More than tiredness!

Ian felt an inexplicable restlessness rising from his chest and rushing straight to the top of his head.There was a strange feeling of heat and numbness on the fingertips and back.

Ian was alert and put the teacup back on the tray.But with just such a slight movement, a flint slammed deep inside his body, and a large cluster of sparks was shot out.The spark ignited the fuse, and the crackling flame turned into a tingling numbness, running along the spine to the limbs, instantly awakening all his senses.

Ian, like all Omegas, has been in heat twice a year since puberty, and reduced his reaction by taking the high-level inhibitor uniformly distributed by the Holy See.So he was quite familiar with this physical condition.

He's in heat!

To be exact, he was drugged, which triggered non-menstrual estrus.

It was also because of the influence of the drug that his impulse came faster and more directly, like a face-to-face slap, which caught him off guard.

Immediately, Ian quickly turned the command ring to increase the release of inhibitors. At the same time, he immediately got up and decided to leave the trap and go outside as soon as possible.

But as soon as he got up, a strong sense of soreness exploded from the depths of his abdomen, his knees softened, and he fell forward and knelt uncontrollably.

He threw himself at the samovar, knocked it over with a bang, and slammed his hips against the low coffee table.

The samovar toppled over with a thud and fell apart, spilling scalding tea everywhere.The red-hot coals poured out of the plinth and fell into the velvet carpet.Immediately there was a smell of burnt protein in the room.

Ian gasped for breath, only feeling his body soften inch by inch, and the flames in his body were bubbling out from his throat.

No... the ring has also been tampered with.It doesn't contain inhibitors at all!

Ian tremblingly took the commandment ring off his sweaty fingers and tried several times before he succeeded.The silver ring was thrown with force and hit the wall, and it was unknown where the bullet landed.

But the effect of the medicine has dyed Ian into a sea of ​​flames.

The strong sense of numbness rushes left and right, gallops along the blood vessels, conquers the city, paralyzes the muscles, and marches northward towards the brain, intending to sink the consciousness.

In just a few seconds, a layer of hot sweat oozes from his whole body.The slippery palm couldn't grasp the edge of the coffee table and slipped unwillingly.The body curled up, curled up in front of the foot of the sofa, fighting against the restlessness inside in vain.

It's so uncomfortable!It was dozens of times more uncomfortable than his normal menstrual period in the past.

The deep part of the abdomen was convulsed and twitched, and the feeling of tingling and emptiness was multiplied.He was sweating profusely, and all kinds of shameless and obscene thoughts began to churn uncontrollably in his mind.

No!

Ian's eyes fell on the burning coals on the carpet...

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the door was pushed open from the outside with great force.

The Duke of Oran, with a handsome young boy in his arms, barged in laughingly.Both were disheveled, and the Duke pressed the boy against the wall and gnawed on his lips.

But soon, both of them stopped.

The Omega pheromone in the room was so dense that it could almost condense into water, fermented into a glass of strong wine, and poured it on the Duke's face, directly stimulating the man's already excited body.A series of sparks crackled and ignited at the nerve endings, and burned all over the body like a lit fuse.

"No..." The Omega boy suddenly felt something was wrong, he grabbed the Duke of Oran, trying to drag him away.

But he was no longer in the Duke's bloodshot eyes.

Alpha's possessiveness towards Omega is deeply programmed in their genes.The pheromone emitted by an Omega in heat is enough to easily attract all the unbound Alphas within hundreds of meters, causing them to scramble to mark this Omega.

At this time, the Alpha who passively enters heat will become so possessive that he loses his mind. Even if there is an Omega that is not in heat, he will be regarded as a competitor.

So the Duke picked up his slender male companion with one hand, threw it out, and slammed the door behind him.

Yi'an's muscles tensed up to the extreme in an instant, and he jumped up like an electric shock, and then fell back onto the sofa due to his physical weakness.His back was pressed against the back of the sofa, sweating profusely, and his hair stood up in layers.

"Get out——" Ian's voice could no longer be raised, but it was stern and sharp, "I'm not something you can touch...Carol Bishop him..."

"Carol..." the Duke snorted hoarsely, "he's probably fucking my wife."

Yi An was stunned for a moment, and said: "He may have plotted..."

Before he finished speaking, the Duke of Oran walked towards Ian with strides, almost like an eagle fluttering like a rabbit curled up in the grass.

The waves of Alpha pheromone rushed over, and Ian seemed to be splashed with boiling oil, struggling to stand up from the sofa and dodge backwards.

Ian has always lived in the Holy See, which at least superficially follows the rules and regulations, and Omega has always received meticulous care.Although I've heard that Alpha in estrus is crazy and irrational, but Ian has never had a concrete concept.

He underestimated the Duke of Oran's reaction, and he didn't take a fierce resistance attitude at the beginning, and soon tasted the bitter fruit.

The Duke of Oran kicked away the coffee table that was in the way, and threw himself on Ian on the carpet.The broad hands were like pincers, and they grabbed the priest's arm viciously.The force was surprisingly strong, and Ian screamed in pain, feeling that his bones were about to be broken by him.

The Duke grabbed him, pressed him on the sofa, bent over and opened his mouth to bite his neck.

There is no foreplay, no appeasement, the Duke is a straight-forward person, no matter what 21 [-], just mark it first.

Although Ian didn't know the specific process of AO's combination, he instinctively felt intense fear, which made his scalp explode with a bang, and he began to resist violently.

"Let go!" he yelled angrily, refusing to kick.

"Shut up!" the Duke snarled at him too, grabbing his wrist.

There was a slight click in his palm, and Ian screamed, his face white as paper.

But his resistance aroused the Duke's possessiveness even more.His red eyes were absent-minded, as if possessed by an evil spirit, and his movements became more and more violent.

He clasped Ian's hand, tearing his clothes frantically and indiscriminately with one hand.

The buttons of the robe fell away, revealing the white shirt underneath.

"Wake up, my lord duke!" Ian struggled with what little strength he had left, "I've been drugged...this is a trap..."

Ian writhed wildly like a dehydrated fish as the duke tried to yank the robes off him.The Duke growled irritably and pushed him firmly into the sofa.There was a crisp click of shoulder joints, and Ian screamed again.

He dislocated his shoulder.

At this point, in Ian's brain, fear has replaced lust.

Before being raped, maybe he would be tortured to death by this beast-like man.Maybe he could survive by obeying him, but that was something he would rather die than do.If the body serving the Holy Lord is defiled and the Holy Light is extinguished, then his life will be meaningless...

Ian broke out with his last strength and bit the Duke's wrist hard.

The Duke roared, and reflexively threw Ian away.

The thin body of the young man flew out and rolled into the carpet, his forehead hit the corner of the coffee table with a heavy muffled sound.

Amidst the severe pain and dizziness, Ian saw a piece of burning coal in front of him.

In the next second, his neck was strangled, and he was picked up again and dragged back.

"Hold on, you bitch!" growled the Duke, his voice hoarse.

Ian could hardly breathe, his throat was rattling, and his legs kicked the Duke in vain.His vision was gradually occupied by white light.

The Duke grabbed Ian's hair and pressed his face into the sofa cushion, opened his mouth, and bit the young man's white and sweaty back neck with his canine teeth, which had been sore and swollen for a long time.

"No—" Ian squeezed out his sore throat, slapped the Duke's face with his backhand, and pressed the charcoal in his palm on the Duke's left eye.

The Duke let out a deafening scream, and finally let go of Ian.

He took a few steps back and covered his eyes.Even the Alpha who lost his mind due to estrus, couldn't ignore the severe pain of the weak parts being scorched.

"You %￥#*&*..." The Duke was furious, cursing a long series of non-repetitive swear words.

"Oh, I'm going to kill you! I'm going to fuck you up and choke your neck and throw your stripped body out to the dogs—"

Ian collapsed on the carpet, out of breath, and sweat dripped down his abnormally flushed face.

He stretched out one hand abnormally, trembling slightly.The palm was scorched black and scarlet, the skin was torn apart, and there was a ring of blisters around the edge—this was a wound from being scalded by coals.

And the destructive power of an Alpha that has been frustrated in mating is amazing, and the Duke is an extremely strong and staunch man among Alphas.Before Ian had time to breathe a sigh of relief, the Duke started beating the house.

He kicked over the high stool, knocked the antique vase flying with his palm, then picked up a triangle table, and smashed everything in the house like a runaway gorilla.

Antique furnishings, famous paintings, crystal sculptures...

Ian supported his dislocated arm and crawled to the back of the sofa to hide.

He realized that there was so much movement in the house, so abnormal, but no one had ever entered the house.

Is it because of fear of the Duke, or because someone has sealed off the room?

The purpose of the person who planned all this was to make the Duke rape himself or kill himself.Or, are both their goals?

The Duke flung the corner table high.A few corners flew into the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

With a bang, the lights went out and the room plunged into darkness.

Ian held his breath and heard the man's heavy breathing coming towards him...