RM Chapter 24

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Eno nodded, put the white robe he had taken off back on, hung the dagger back on his belt, took his gun and ran towards where Viktor had disappeared. His physical abilities, enhanced by his mental powers, were somewhat faster than those of a normal Alpha, and the base was already large, so when he reached the car park, he saw Viktor sitting in his snowmobile starting the engine from a distance. Not far away was the open door to the makeshift exit, with the snow capped outside. If he had arrived half a minute later, when the snowmobile with its white paint job had gone into the snow, it would have been like a goose feather mixed in with the snow and impossible to be found.

Without further hesitation, Eno raised his hand and shot at the tires of the snowmobile, and again, because he was so inaccurate, he almost emptied the bullet before puncturing a tire.

The tire deflated to the naked eye, and Eno just breathed a sigh of relief, but saw that with a few loud bangs, the snowmobile was directly lifted by the four mechanical arms extending from the chassis, and the broken tire was thrown straight out by one of the mechanical arms and replaced with a brand new spare tire.

……

Eno didn’t have time to think about it. Seeing that Viktor was about to run away, he changed his mind, stepped on the roof of the car parked next to him and rushed towards the snowmobile, and finally climbed onto the roof when the car started, clinging on the roof.

The cold wind from outside the base hung on his cheeks, and the flying snow particles turned into a sharp tool at high speed, cutting tiny bloodstains into his face. Gritting his teeth, Eno bent up and used the last round from his pistol to put a hole in the window and cracked the driver’s side window with his fist directly.

He did this in one fluid motion, not giving Viktor time to react. Eno opened the window and gave Viktor a sinister smile, kicked Viktor in the face with a backward turn, then reached in and opened the door handle while he was covering his face, got inside and pinned Viktor down on the heavy seat of the snowmobile.

Viktor’s eyes widened in horror as he said: “Impossible! There’s no way to unlock the chip I’ve spent over ten years meticulously developing!”

Eno looked at him coldly, blood roaming his eyes, his cheeks still stained with blood that had solidified and smelled of Alpha pheromones.

“Nothing is impossible.” He hissed, “He’s my Alpha.”

Alpha’s pheromone suppression on Omegas is absolute. After all, Omega’s nature is to surrender, in exchange for absolute pity and love, or to live out their miserable lives.

The car lost control all of a sudden and sped through the snow in an indiscriminate manner. Eno, dazed by the shaking, still held against Viktor and reached for the dagger at his waist. Viktor, who had become an Alpha and was far from a human, took advantage of Eno’s retreat and drove his knee straight into his lower abdomen. Eno dodged out of the way, concerned for the safety of his baby, and was thrown straight into the steering wheel.

The snowmobile skidded wildly on the road, the tires clashing with the ice with an ear-splitting sound, and finally sinking deep into the snow. There was a sharp pain in Eno’s back, and Viktor had already pounced on him and wrestled with him. The two men stared at each other, both seeing in their red eyes the intensity of their hatred. Eno grabbed Viktor’s body and slammed him against the windscreen, only to be pinned back against the glass and steering wheel.

With one hand on Eno’s neck, Victor reached under the steering wheel with the other and pulled out a pistol and pressed it against Eno’s forehead. The corners of his mouth were half swollen, and purple-red blood ran down his chin, making his otherwise clean face look even more hideous.

He grinned up with the still-sentient half of his mouth: “It doesn’t matter who Drake is, your revenge is over, Eno.”

Eno’s adrenaline spiked in a flash, the heightened tension sending his spirits exploding to near-peak levels. He slammed into Viktor faster than he could have imagined, the discharged bullet cutting through his hair and sending a cobweb of cracks through the windscreen with unstoppable momentum. Eno took Viktor into the collision, the two men tumbling into the snow and wrestling again in the cold wind.

Eno was finally able to throw his punches, he had learned how to fight with people during nearly a month of actual combat training with Drake, and now without the confines of space, he finally recalled the feel of his hands, along with the warmth of them as he was gripped by the large, lean, powerful hands correcting his movements. Viktor’s gun was quickly snatched up and tossed aside by Eno, and it wasn’t long before it was buried by the snowstorm that roiled the sky. Eno’s eyelashes had frozen with frost, his eyes still burning like a fiery flame, as if to burn everything away.

All senses and movements were slowly dulled by the freezing cold, and even the struggle for life and death in the snow became a bit comical, like slow motion on camera. The fight didn’t last long, Eno could barely stand up and stumbled back down just as he got up.

He looked at Viktor, who was lying on his back, unable to get up, and pulled out the dagger at his waist, which had several small triangular slits, and swipped Viktor’s neck. The blood spilled out the moment the tip of the blade pierced the flesh, and clotted the instant it was exposed to the air. Viktor’s eyes were open and round, no longer breathing.

It was as if a man’s death came so easily, and he was not happy when his years of obsession came to an end. His heart became empty and Eno wondered blankly if this was the end, unaware of the tears rolling down the corners of his eyes, turning them into tiny ice crystals that hung on his face, reflecting the cold, pure white light of the snow.

There was an unspeakable soreness all over his body, but Eno simply wanted to cry, for the family he had loved all his life and for the ridiculous and laughable half of his life he had lived for thirty years.

Eno didn’t know how long he cried until a warm, familiar heat came from behind him. He was gathered into a light blanket and then picked horizontally and carried in the direction of the base. The familiar Alpha pheromones rushed into his nostrils, bringing a warm, sleepy feeling as Eno finally lost consciousness and closed his eyes peacefully.

Eno woke up in the middle of one afternoon.

The sky was the usual deep purple, thunderclouds were building overhead and a fierce wind and snow was blowing outside the window of the treatment room. Nightingale was sitting drowsily with his head cocked at the edge of his bed when he saw that he was awake and gave a jolt to help him up.

Eno hadn’t accompanied Martin to the hospital very often, but he was no stranger to the little nurse who came out to greet him every time: “I remember you, you’re…”

“My name is Liz, I’m the Major General’s adjutant.” Nightingale said in a rush, “I don’t like the name the mastermind assigned me though, everyone calls me Nightingale.”

It dawned on Eno, “You’re the one…Omegas are better off having babies at home…”

Nightingale nodded heavily, cursing inwardly as she spoke for her boss, “The Major General apologised to me later and is now treating me well, he’s a good boss.”

Eager to get the conversation moving towards his script, he turned the tables and a shameful smile appeared on his already sweet face, making him look even more delicate and pitiful, making it really hard to blame him: “That… sorry for lying to you. The Major General was very badly injured at that time, and Viktor was afraid that he was not dead, so he sent people to secretly search for him. You said the Major General couldn’t see or move, and we couldn’t really guard him twenty-four hours a day, so this was the only way to go……”

Eno didn’t react to his words, just nodded slightly to show he knew. He didn’t seem to want to bring up the subject at all and just asked, “Can you tell me about what’s going on out there right now?”

“Our people are now cleaning up the base and destroying experimental medicines and experimental data.” Nightingale, who usually looked so out of tune, was extra serious when it came to business, saying with a flourish, “The Inhumans who had been implanted with the modified genes all went berserk under the catalyst of the chip, we had no choice but to dispose of them all, and the base is now safe.”

Disposal was such a breezy word, but behind it were bloody lives that had withered under the greed of those in power at an age when they should have been in full bloom.

Eno was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly asked: “What about the children who have not yet undergone the operation?”

Nightingale took it as a kindness: “They’re being taken care of for now, still counting numbers and health conditions. When we leave, we will inform the Inhuman Royal Family to send someone to pick them up, they will also come for the sake of their reputation among the clan, don’t worry.”

“I have a wish.” Eno’s expression looked a little downcast, “Can I ask you for a favour?”

Nightingale listened and said yes with all his heart, then carefully watched his expression and asked if there was anything else he wanted to know. Eno thought for a moment before asking: “Is my baby okay?”

“Very healthy.” Nightingale held up the test report that was sitting on the bed and pointed it out to Eno, “Almost 100% an Alpha baby judging by how resilient it is. Congratulations.”

Eno breathed a long sigh of relief and half leaned on the bed, squinting his eyes slightly. Nightingale watched him apprehensively, waiting half a day for Eno’s next words, his heart was like an ant on a hot pot.

Just as he was frantically brainstorming how to start the conversation, he finally heard Eno whisper, “Is he…okay?”

Nightingale let out a sigh of relief in his heart and immediately made an expression of mixed regret and despondency: “Major General… the wound wasn’t treated properly and got infected, it’s still being treated, so he won’t be able to come and see you for a while.”

Eno let out a soft ah and stopped talking again. He had just woken up from a drowsy sleep and his spirits looked rather bad, his handsome face was full of fatigue, even his speech was slow and incoherent. After puzzling over his mind for a while, Nightingale thought he might need some time to digest the information, so he mentioned that he had other business to attend to and left Eno to get some rest.

Eno buried himself back under the covers after Nightingale had gone. It was only then that he had the courage to think back to the fact that Drake was Martin, but he could barely perceive the anger. He only felt a deep sense of powerlessness; he should have thought of it, where could there be an Alpha who was still a virgin at thirty, where could there be someone who was so similar to Drake, and what stupid things had he said to Martin?

The joy of Martin being alive and the guilt of betraying Lea stirred in his chest, tormenting him so much he could hardly breathe. His heart felt like it was sinking into a cold sea, but there was no hug left to warm him. The joyful memories were now like sharp knives in his chest, and the thought of them hurt like hell.

Eno lay in bed for a while, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Seeing that the time in the terminal was already evening, he thought about going out for a walk. His body’s healing ability was really strong, and he could no longer feel any pain from the small cuts on his body, only the soreness of overused muscles, which did not affect his movement much.

Eno pushed open the door to the treatment room just in time to see Drake passing through the corridor. His arm was heavily bandaged and he looked awful, his normally handsome face had lost its colour and he looked like he was suffering from a painful injury. Drake saw Eno too, and he stopped and stared straight at him, his lips trembling slightly as if he wanted to say something to Eno.

But Eno only stared at him blankly for a few seconds, and immediately turned and walked towards the other end of the corridor, leaving Drake with a merciless back. Drake stared at him dumbfounded, looked down and immediately sent a communication to Nightingale, tapping the small keyboard on his terminal with all ten fingers to express his anger: “I thought you said this was going to work? There are no more signed photos for Julia in Ultra HD!”

Nightingale replied at lightning speed: “Would it work once?! Two more swipes of your face and he’ll go soft! I’ve got Julia pestering me for autographs every day!”

Drake put down his terminal and looked helplessly at the snow-white ceiling above his head, feeling that he had lost another hair that had been dwindling since he came out of York, adding to his not-so-thick scalp.

Eno hadn’t paid any attention to Drake for three days. He spent long hours each day in his ward, making the occasional trip to the infirmary to see the medic for a maternity check-up, and didn’t talk much to the others.

Drake squats at the door of Eno every day, and when he sees Eno coming out, he will attack him with beauty, and wink his black and white eyes pitifully at him. His arms were wrapped in exaggeratedly thick bandages, and his whole body looked bereft, much like some kind of abandoned large animal.

Only Eno was oblivious to him, walking lightly past him each time as if he didn’t even deserve a glance. The sunshine and warmth that had been so hard to nurture had suddenly receded from him completely, leaving only a pale, thin emaciation that was heartbreaking to look at. Drake’s heart grew more and more apprehensive, going crazy since he knew that Eno had asked the army doctor if he could still have an abortion at five months, so he decided to sell the bloody face-washing method, and rushed directly into Eno’s ward.

He knocked heavily on the door of Eno’s room and after a long time Eno’s pale face appeared from inside. Eno didn’t say anything when he saw him and sidled up to let Drake in: “Is something wrong?”

“Yes.” Drake clamped a hand on Eno’s shoulder and looked at him seriously, “Eno, tell me what you really think about our relationship?”

Eno’s lips, which had little expression, quivered almost bloodlessly at his words, and large tears rolled down from his eyes.

“I don’t know.” His emotions suddenly broke down and he whimpered as he slumped down to the ground along Drake’s body, “I really don’t know, how could you, how could we……”

Drake’s heart flooded raw with pain as he hugged Eno hard.

“If you don’t know, then listen to me first.” Drake said in a deep voice, deciding to say what had been on his mind over and over for a while, “After the crash I created a false identity to hide out on York to heal for fear of being hunted by Viktor. In order to make this identity information real enough to hide from the mastermind, I reported my genetic information into the matching system. It was a coincidence that we met, and I did everything I could to stop us from becoming what we are today, but it couldn’t stop me from loving you.”

“I love you, I don’t even care what people think of me, I just care if you are willing to accept me.” Drake took Eno into his arms and leaned into his shoulder exhaling a hot cloudy breath, “But I won’t let go of you no matter what, if you’re not willing, then I’ll chase you again until you’re willing to marry me, that’s what I think.”

Eno was still sobbing, his cowering body trembling uncontrollably like a fallen leaf in autumn. He was wearing only a thin nightgown, and Drake was afraid he would catch a cold, so he took him back to bed and gathered him into his arms and whispered: “If you think I’m lying to you, you can hit me and scold me, but don’t ignore me, okay? When you ignore me, I panic like crazy.”

When he saw that Eno still didn’t say anything, he was so anxious that he rubbed his stubble-covered chin against the back of Eno’s neck almost rudely: “You have ten minutes to think about it, or I’ll kiss you if you don’t say anything.”

Tickled, Eno pushed him away a little with his elbow and said sullenly: “Can you be reasonable?”

Drake came back up to hug him and laughed bitterly: “If I reason you’ll run away again, you have no idea what kind of life I had those days you were gone……I had a hard time making this decision too, but I don’t want to let you down, or myself anymore. Eno, I want to be good with you, don’t leave me, let’s be good from now on, okay?”

A heart swollen with bitterness deflated as if suddenly punctured, and was soon filled inch by inch with some strange sour emotion. The word happiness was the poppy flower of Eno’s life, and the longing built a thick barrier around his heart so that he began to feel numb to all the anger, helplessness and guilt.

Eno was filled with the painful thought that he had finally become what he once hated, a shameless Omega who was with his brother’s Alpha. Drake was the love of his life that he could not get, the only happiness he had ever longed for twice in his life. If he let go, he will return to the darkness of loneliness, to the nightmares that had terrified him, to put his heart back into wandering in uncertainty, to live out his life in pain.

But he could never go back, he had been dragged out of the darkness by a strong pair of hands, rooted and budding in the sunlight, blossoming into a beautiful rose.

Neither he nor Drake could ever go back.

Drake waited impatiently, finally waiting for Eno’s whisper with a sob: “ Also won’t necessarily run.”

“What?”

The warm, soft body in his arms suddenly turned, and Omega’s warm lips came up and carefully placed a peck on his lips. Drake was overjoyed, holding the back of his head with one hand and deepening the kiss harder.

The long-lost pheromones mingled harmoniously, igniting a warmth in the blood that had long been cold and silent. Eno met Drake’s aggression with ardour, thinking with pain and pleasure that he’s mine now.

Those youthful fantasies that he had been unable to speak of suddenly came true, bringing him a guilty pleasure. Eno’s body was so hot that long-lost lust surged up along the small of his back, adding some vivid blood to his pale face. Eno reached for Drake’s belt and anxiously gave him two jerks before stabbing straight into himself. Drake hurriedly stopped him, afraid of crushing the baby in his belly, and held him sideways, easing in from behind.

Eno was confused and still thinking about his injury: “Your arm…don’t crush it.”

Drake’s heart was sour and sweet and he placed a soft kiss on his soft earlobe: “It’s okay.”

Both of them were so hungry and thirsty, and Eno was so dizzy from the pain that he didn’t want to stop, waited for Drake to thrust all the way in and then eagerly wiggled his hips and moved on his own. As if searching for some kind of relief from the pain, a whimpering moan escaped his throat before being gently blocked by Drake.

He was held gently yet forcefully to the bed by Drake, the rhythmic movements behind him gradually becoming soothing, drawing out almost completely each time and then filling him heavily. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over his body, the fluid secreted from his rear hole moistening the dry tunnel, and finally even the pain disappeared, leaving only boundless tingling and pleasure.

I am so happy. Tears streamed down his face and he turned his teary eyes to Drake for a kiss, moaning in pleasure as he was filled over and over again. He had finally stopped thinking about anything, he just wanted to fill his emptiness and dream of a springtime that would never end.

 

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melon: so Nightingale was referred to as he here, so I guess that female getup was a disguise. Luckily I haven’t went back and changed anything lmfaooo.