Chapter 60: The Duke Knows!
The carriage jolted slightly, wheels cutting through the beaten road leading back toward the Capital. Inside, Duke Evan Vortellion lounged lazily, one long leg crossed over the other, his fingers curled around the stem of a half-empty glass of wine. The leather seat creaked as the Duke shifted, dark thoughts rolling behind his narrowed grey eyes.
He had left Rin back at the mansion. Alone. With strict orders to stay put and not step beyond the estate. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the little Omega... well, actually, it was exactly that. He didn’t trust Rin. He didn’t trust his stubborn independence, his mouth that always shot back without thought, or his reckless curiosity. Rin was everything Evan didn’t expect to want in an Omega... and yet, somehow, he had become the only one he did.
A slow smirk curled on Evan’s lips.
"That tiny thing doesn’t even know what he’s doing to me..."
His mind drifted lewdly, picturing Rin... those wide, furious eyes, the defiant little chin, and the way he squirmed when he was flustered. A sinful mixture of beauty and fire. Evan had seen all types of Omegas: those that clung, begged, and offered themselves at the faintest hint of his interest. They were always hungry for power, wealth, attention and also, Alpha with huge Cocks. But not Rin.
No. Rin had dared to push him away. Had dared to say no.
"That only makes him more tempting."
He could still remember the scent Rin gave off in his sleep. It wasn’t strong, but it was there... warm, sweet, and untouched like spring on the edge of bloom. And despite every other pressing matter, Evan found himself aching to return. Not to the estate.
To Rin.
But he had to handle one thing first.
Julian.
The Duke’s eyes narrowed dangerously as his hand tightened around the wine glass. His own son. His own blood had ordered assassins. And for what?