Chapter 105: Orgy
As the subordinate expertly guides us through the throng of people, I keep my eyes sharp for any unwanted attention. There are guards scattered throughout, but they’re nothing more than brief obstacles. Swift, silent takedowns follow each encounter, clearing our path with brutal efficiency. We press forward.
Eventually, we find ourselves in another guest room, a luxurious one—though not quite as garish as the king’s chambers. Still, it’s all too much. Too much opulence, too much wealth, too much indulgence for my taste.
Inside, I spot Count Raymond, unconscious on the bed, while Felix hovers over him, his small frame barely casting a shadow.
"You’re here," Felix says, glancing up as if this is all routine.
I grunt, heaving the king onto the bed beside the count. It’s a satisfying thud. These two deserve much worse.
Noelle approaches, his presence as calm as always, though there’s a glint in his eye that suggests mischief. He hands Felix a small bundle of incense. Without a word, Felix lights it, and soon the room is filled with a thick, crimson smoke. The scent is strong—spicy, heady. Too strong for a human, but we’re not here to stay.
"Let’s go," Noelle says, his tone sharp yet casual. "Since they like to drug people, let’s give them a taste of their own medicine." He moves towards the window, not even glancing back at the slumbering figures behind us.
I watch him go before locking the doors behind me, dragging a nearby table and chair to block any chance of escape. The wood scrapes harshly against the marble floor, a satisfying barrier. Then I follow Noelle, jumping through the window and landing softly on the ground.
As I stand outside, the thought hits me. Two alphas... under the influence of that incense? My mind flashes back to overhearing Noelle’s earlier conversation about the potency of the stuff. This isn’t just any ordinary aphrodisiac. It’s the kind used to induce livestock into breeding—horses, cattle, the works. And here we’ve got the king, a decrepit old man of seventy, and Count Raymond, not much better off in his fifties, about to be thrown into the thick of it.
I suppress a shudder, a sick mix of amusement and revulsion rising in my chest. Two rutted-out alphas locked in a room together... I can’t even imagine the scene that’ll unfold. It’s diabolical. Twisted. Pure, unfiltered chaos.
I love it.