Chapter 95: Who says that...
"Yoon Seoyul!"
Cheon Areum screamed in a low volume, clutching his hands until his knuckles blanched from the pressure. Lasting marks are only achievable if the alpha is in a rut or the omega is experiencing heat. This wasn’t even a lasting mark—why did it have to be so excruciating? If a temporary mark that only lasts for a month feels like this, then what about a permanent one?
Why did I have to be an omega... Being an alpha would be so much better, no, even a beta! Just not an omega... but then Yoon Seoyul won’t be able to mark me...
He sniffed, crying bitterly, holding his breath to withstand it when he felt the arms clasped around his chest gradually loosen. Yoon Seoyul’s hand gently patted his chest as if to comfort him. Cheon Areum breathed out roughly as he held Yoon Seoyul’s hand, bringing it closer to his body to reassure him. The pheromones forcing a way to settle within his body had reduced a lot as time slowly went by. Cheon Areum’s entire body burnt, exuding a smell of burning vanilla, a scent even he could detect.
That’s when the daggers deeply fixed into his nape completely withdrew, and a wet tongue licked the numb area as Cheon Areum gasped out in relief.
"Is... is it done?"
"I’m sorry..."
Yoon Seoyul spoke in an almost inaudible voice. Cheon Areum barely caught the word, wiping his eyes with the back of his fingers; the hand paused, dropping back onto the bed as Yoon Seoyul’s head fell on his back, the hair slightly tickling the skin.
"It’s okay."
"It didn’t hurt that much..."
Cheon Areum responded as the arms wrapped around his, upper body tightened up again anxiously. It was done. He was completely fine, but Yoon Seoyul sullenly stayed still, holding him preciously, occasionally kissing on top of the tender mark.
"I’m sorry."