Eno slumped in front of the heavy curtains, unable to withstand the impact behind him.
Drake was still downstairs talking to Irene about something he could no longer hear. He’d been in a state of delirium for a long time, being used when thought of, and then just dropped off somewhere.
“Tighten up.” Little Kersi ordered from behind him, the two men’s pheromones thick to the point of intertwining in the dimly lit room as the Alpha’s intimidation poured over him. “Do as you’re told, or how about I pull back the curtains and show your favourite Alpha what you look like now?”
The blurred sanity returned a little bit, Eno let out a whimper of pain, his ears instead hearing a little clearer after being slapped by little Kersi. He heard Irene’s sharp accusation and Drake’s disappointed farewell, and he tried to scream but couldn’t because of the gag, his intense emotions triggering a series of shudders in his body that instead excited little Kersi to torment him even more.
He heard the roar of the car engine and knew that Irene had succeeded in driving Drake away, that he must be so disappointed in himself that he would never come back to him again. Out of nowhere, courage drove him to tap on the window in an attempt to get Drake’s attention, only to be dragged backwards by little Kersi’s chokehold and fall heavily to the ground.
He couldn’t remember much of what happened after that, and he had always been in a trance ever since, giving up the desire to think. The sound of tyres grinding through the sand faded away, and in this deserted suburban courtyard, no one would come to his rescue. Eno, without his backbone, went through his days in a daze, sitting at the window when little Kersi did not come to him, staring blankly at the green street trees in the distance, but the man of his dreams would never come.
A web of pain and despair finally enveloped him, and the silence of his body gave rise to an endless rage that unlocked some mysterious mechanism hidden in his genes. Hatred turned his eyes scarlet, turning him into a monster he could not understand, but his spirit felt free to do so. He had long since become abnormal, yet he loved his abnormal self so much that every time he remembered the feeling of the tip of a knife plunging into flesh and blood, he became so excited that every cell in his body trembled.
The long nightmare seemed to go on forever, the chains of the prison rattling, the guards’ harsh shouts and Irene’s mournful cries of rage reduced to a muffled murmur, his body repeatedly experiencing orgasms in heat under the effects of the injections, unable to control even his own water, lustful and repulsive. That is, until the heavy metal door opened and a Beta warden approached him and asked if he would marry an Alpha.
Eno remembers saying yes, and then the dark yellow soil of the prison began to disintegrate and crumble in layers. The people and events that had caused him pain passed rapidly before his eyes, and at the end of the dazzling white light stood a tall figure. They looked away from each other, and although Eno could not see his face, he somehow felt at ease.
Eno awoke with a start to find himself on a thick chest, a large hand caressing his back, soothing his violent heartbeat.
“It’s a good thing I was a soldier for two years, so I have a large lung capacity.” Martin said coolly, “Otherwise I would have been suffocated to death by you, and you would have to go back to prison.”
Eno gave a weak laugh and reached out to hook his arms around Martin’s neck. His forehead was covered in cold sweat and Martin’s shirt, which he had used as a pillow, was wet.
He tried to linger just a little longer when suddenly he heard Martin say, “I don’t care what you’ve been through before, but they’re all behind you now. You’re out of that life now, Eno, one has to move on.”
Endless sorrow filled his heart as the sentence passed, as if there was finally a chest for him to lean on, pouring out the unspeakable pain and helplessness. Eno grabbed Martin’s collar and cried loudly, hot tears slid down his face and fell on Martin’s heart, as painful as a knife.
It’s my fault. He could have been saved, Martin thought.
But life doesn’t have so many ifs. If he could really have foreseen the future, Allie, Lea and all the others would not have died. The decisions everyone makes in the dark are destined, no one can turn back, they can only move forward with scars all over their bodies.
Eno didn’t know how long he had been crying, he couldn’t say why, he obviously hadn’t cried in a long time. The sadness seemed to be fleeting, and his tears flowed naturally as long as there was someone willing to be with him. Who isn’t a little prince in need of comfort, even if it’s only a brief encounter, when someone has warmed him up?
He cried until he was nearly deflated, and Martin’s shirt was so wet it hung stickily on his body. He said helplessly: “You remember to wash my clothes ah.”
“Wash.” Eno moved up slightly and found a dry, warm spot to continue lying on his back. His voice was soft and sticky after crying, like a piece of melted honey: “Can I lie down for a bit longer?”
“Okay, I’ll lend you another ten minutes.”
They stayed like that for a long time, until Eno sniffled and asked carefully: “I didn’t say anything in my sleep, did I?”
“Don’t want, go away.” Martin was succinct, “That’s all.”
Eno sighed in silent relief and said, embarrassed: “I disturbed your sleep ba, I’m sorry.”
The rain was pouring down outside, crackling against the plastic eaves of the windows. Black clouds loomed outside the window, and Eno glanced at his terminal, alarmed that it was only four in the morning. He glanced anxiously at Martin, thinking that he was probably okay today, so he took off his pyjamas, kicked off the blanket and got under the covers to cuddle up to Martin.
Martin was caught off guard by the naked Eno, and he pushed Eno away with his hand, dumbfounded: “You go back1he’s asking him to go back to his room to sleep.”
Eno immediately hugged back and whispered: “No, I’m scared.”
Martin was silent for a long time, and finally he surrendered, his tone full of hopelessness: “Then get out of bed and get me a new shirt from the wardrobe.”
Eno was really tired from crying and muttered: “You can just take it off.”
“I’m not like you.” Martin scoffed, “I don’t sleep naked.”
“Try it ma, it’s so comfortable to sleep naked, once you do it you’ll never want to wear pyjamas again.”
Martin’s forehead was throbbing with veins: “I won’t try.”
The two men fought like schoolboys for half a day, but in the end Martin won by sheer determination. Eno brought him a new shirt, and when he changed it he accidentally touched his abs, which hadn’t yet completely faded.
Eno perked up, “Can I touch?”
“???? No!”
“Just a touch.”
“No! Do you still want to sleep?”
Eno flattened his mouth in resignation, smoothed the folds of the hem of his shirt for him, and pulled him to sleep. He was so exhausted after his mental outburst that he fell asleep in the blink of an eye on Martin’s arm, while Martin kept his eyes open until the light of day. He hadn’t been honest with Eno, Eno had been shouting Drake’s name all night.
He thought in disbelief, I’m not really going to eat the wheelchair, will I?2If y’all rmb, he said in one of the earlier chapters that he’ll eat his wheelchair if the person Eno likes is him. 🤣
It was still pouring outside when Eno woke up. It was so dull and overcast that it was impossible to tell it was daylight.
With Martin still asleep beside him, he quietly got up, washed up and went to the kitchen to make the dough and filling. It took him a long time to fry a few golden sugar cakes, but Martin had just woken up and was leaning against the bed, not sure what he was thinking.
Eno went straight to him, picked up a piece of the cake, blew it cold and passed it to his mouth: “Ah…”
Martin opened his mouth and took two bites, giving a disgusted look: “White sugar and hawthorn filling?”
“En en.”
“So sweet.”
“Have a sip of soya milk then.” Eno graciously stuffed the straw-style water glass into his arms, “Relieve the greasiness.”
Martin frowned and ate a couple of sugar cakes but finished the unsweetened soy milk. Eno went down with the dishes and came back to take the shirt he’d taken off yesterday to the sink and hand wash it, dry it in the dryer and put it back in the wardrobe. Martin’s two-storey house looked poor from the inside out, but the bathroom in his bedroom was a different story. Eno saw several sets of intelligent machinery that must have cost a fortune and, based on their placement, estimated that they were all supposed to help Martin use the toilet on his own. He didn’t seem to be from a wealthy family, but he didn’t even want to hire a caretaker to cook his meals.
With some regret that he couldn’t explore the mysteries of Martin’s body, he mopped the floor of the house after washing the clothes. Martin sat up in bed listening to the clanking and clattering outside, thinking bitterly that Eno was really good at housekeeping, too capable, can’t he calm down for a while?
They got up really late and it wasn’t long before it was noon. Eno insisted on having three meals a day, stir-fried a dish of beef tenderloin with green peppers and fungus in a quick pan, and served it with the mellow chicken soup he had made in the morning, spooning it to Martin one bite at a time. To be fair, his cooking was really good.
As he finished eating and slumped on the bed to cool off, he asked casually, “How do you cook so many fancy things?”
“Because I like it.” Eno smiled a slightly sad smile at that, “I feel happy to be able to make it for someone I like.”
“For the Alpha you like?”
“Not really. My brother loves to eat what I make too.” Eno thought for a moment and said, “Originally we both had a sweet tooth and I would only make desserts. Then I tried making a little stir-fry, and my favourite Alpha said he liked it, so I learned how to make some stir-fry, don’t all Alpha’s like meat.”
He complained a little shyly: “I was also told by the housekeeper that the dishes were not up to standard, and I was scolded several times.”
Martin commented with little emotion: “Well. You’re quite affectionate.”
“Not really.” Eno sat next to him and defended himself in a low whisper, “I Only like one person.”
Martin was shocked and immediately retorted: “You still said you liked Drake the other day. I think you’re a half-hearted Omega.”
Eno put his hands on his knees, rested his chin on them and wilted, “I’m not……ai, okay, I admit I moved on, I like Drake the most now.”
Martin finally felt a twinge of absurdity and devastation: “No, what do you like about him anyway?”
“Didn’t I tell you, he’s handsome.”
Martin was anxious, “What Alpha starlet on TV isn’t more handsome and versatile than him, other people have nice skin and a nice sunny smile.”
“It’s not the same, he has a military uniform3YES UNIFORM HAHAHA.”
Martin almost vomited blood: “Then he can’t spend all his time with you in his uniform when he’s off duty.”
Eno let out a long sigh: “You’re not really a handsome man in a uniform, so don’t speculate on the life of a handsome man, okay.”
“All Alpha’s under the sun are the same, I’m helping you find your way back.”
Eno looked at him for a long time and asked slowly: “Why do I get the feeling you have so much malice towards Drake? I even feel that you are jealous of him.”
Martin strained his neck and said: “I think you Omegas are just too vulgar and only look at appearances.”
Eno muttered in his mind, “How many Omegas have you met ah?” but kept his mouth shut. He got out of bed and took a book of poetry from Martin’s bookcase. Martin saw that he had no intention of talking, so he didn’t force him and asked Eno to bring him headphones. The headphones are very good at isolating the sound, not sure what he was listening to.
Even with the lightning and thunder outside, the atmosphere in the small bedroom was still quiet and harmonious. It wasn’t that Eno had to have someone to babble to, he just likes to be accompanied by someone, and he can do anything by his side. He kept moving quietly towards Martin, this strange Alpha had a very natural aura of rigidity, strong and reliable, which made him feel very at ease for no reason.
It wasn’t until the two were close to each other that Martin coughed, not too softly: “That’s about enough.”
Eno snapped to a halt, and for a moment all that could be heard was the rustling of the pages as they turned. It had been too long since he had read a book in peace and quiet, and he couldn’t concentrate, so his eyes darted unconsciously to Martin’s face. It was obviously a very bland face, but it always gave off a sense of unnerving oppressiveness that he found somewhat familiar, couldn’t quite put his finger on why, and finally simply put it down to the uniform aura of a soldier.
“What are you looking at me for?” Martin teased, “I know I’m handsome, you don’t have to stare at me like that.”
Eno mentally rolled his eyes considerably, “Fine, you’re the most handsome besides Drake.”
Martin sneered and was about to continue listening to the cross talk compilation in his headphones when he heard Eno’s serious voice: “Can your eyes still be cured?”
He said firmly: “Yes.”
“Really possible ah?”
“Yes.” Martin said after a pause, “I won’t sell you to the Kersis4Rmb Irene offered to cure his disabilities if he hands Eno over..”
Eno smiled happily: “Then hurry up and get well. I’m very good-looking, it would be a pity if you don’t look more.”
Martin had never seen an Omega with such thick skin in his life: “……So confident?”
“En en. Although the matter of whether you’re handsome or not is rather dubious, I am really good-looking.”
Martin snorted and swung open the play button on his headphones. They stayed together peacefully until late afternoon, when Eno went downstairs and returned with something unknown, asking expectantly at the door: “Are you still going to the hospital next week in the morning?”
“As soon as it doesn’t rain.”
“Oh oh. Pay more attention to safety ah.”
Martin subconsciously thought he had something on his mind and didn’t say anything more. Eno ran to the kitchen and made dinner, two triangular shaped seaweed rice balls, filled with chicken breasts fried golden brown in sea salt butter, the rice cooked so sticky that Martin could hold it in his hands and eat it without worrying about dropping it.
At the end of the day, Eno didn’t make excuses anymore, he was a good crawler and blatantly went into Martin’s room. Martin put up with him until bedtime, when he finally said: “Go to your room and sleep.”
“The weather forecast says there will be a thunderstorm tonight.” Eno said, rightly, “Scared.”
Martin’s face was expressionless as he switched the live weather forecast on his headphones to speakers. The weather was perfect tonight after a day and night of heavy rain with no clouds.
Eno’s pretty amber eyes flickered and he immediately said: “It’s going to thunder in my dreams, scared.”
Martin didn’t bother with his rogue act, and Eno bit his lip for a moment and looked at him and whispered: “Then Good night sir.”
He sounded too dejected, and even a strong-willed Martin felt a little sorry for him in his heart. He repeatedly told himself not to trust this little liar who used his beauty to deceive him, and finally he let out a long sigh of relief when Eno left the room.
melon: Anyone wants to make a guess on what Eno is planning to do while Martin goes for his checkup? 🙃😏😏
