"Fine! I lied to you," Riven said, holding Azerin's wrist. "I want to survive, okay? I have seen how alphas like you eye on omegas like me. From a young age, I've been exposed to a world where I've seen how tyrannical and ruthless alphas can be. To fulfill their own sexual needs, they don't hesitate to target innocent omegas like me, who aren't even interested in them! I had to live as a beta because if I hadn't lived as a beta, my life would have ended very soon!"
Azerin's hand lowered from his neck, wanting him to continue.
"My former bastard master was a shithead. When my parents lost everything, I was thrown into a world of alphas, where every day I was scared, thinking that those alphas would sell me to recover the debts. What's so wrong with living as a beta? I don't think it's wrong to lie for yourself!"
Riven blurted out his deepest emotions, which he had never once wanted anyone to know about.
"I'll leave your place. I won't tell anyone that I met the great dark lord. Just don't inform those warriors that you met me and brought me here," Riven said. He then bowed to him and brushed past Azerin when his wrist was caught.
The next second, he was pinned against the wall.
"Stay," Azerin said. "Do you even remember what you did last night?" His pupils turned red momentarily as he sought for the right answer.
"What did I do?" Riven frowned. "Weren't you the one who brought me here? To keep me locked up, so that I would say the truth."
"You really are shameless," Azerin remarked with a chuckle. "You threw yourself at me. How do you think I confirmed you are an omega?" He took another step close to Riven, not even leaving any space for the air.
Riven furrowed his brows together, realizing he did feel hotter last night. But his memories were still not there.
"You are mine now, so you can't leave this place even if you want to," Azerin declared.
"You've not marked me! How am I yours?" Riven chuckled.
"Says the one who was begging me yesterday to rail him!" Azerin smirked.
"What!? Wh-what did you say?" Riven clenched his fists.
"You heard me right, omega. You were in heat yesterday and begged me to make you feel good. I must say all your sob story contradicted how you were responding to my touch!" Azerin remarked.
"I-I can't do that," Riven refused to believe him.
"Really?" Azerin chuckled and quickly grabbed his shirt.
"Hey!" Riven asked him to stop, but his shirt was ripped off. "The marks... I left them on you. Check them yourself," he said, lowering his eyes. "And I did it because you begged me. Put more pressure on your head and you'll recall. Or I do have to show you again."
Riven's heart thundered against his chest as he lowered her head. He saw the bite marks on his chest, making his eyes go wide.
Azerin ran his finger from the center of his chest down to his abdomen. "If I wanted, I could have gone further down." He lifted his gaze and met Riven's.
"You should've stayed honest with me since the first time I asked you, Riven. You thought I was just some random alpha whom you could fool. Your omega scent might be negligible, but not to me. Your heat proved yesterday how much you desired to be–" he couldn't utter the last word as Riven pressed his palm on his mouth.
"Just stay quiet," Riven urged. Then, withdrawing his hand, he turned his back to Azerin.
"It never happened before. I always took my suppressants on time," he murmured.
"I am a rare Alpha with some rare qualities. My pheromones are enough to trigger wolves like you," said Azerin with pride.
"So, it's your fault," Riven muttered, turning to meet his gaze again.
"How is it my fault? You took suppressants for such a long time that your body refused to even stop with my touch. I gave you a heavy shot of suppressant, else you would have gone to some other Alpha to satisfy you," Azerin pronounced.
Riven blinked rapidly, not able to understand his own body. How could it betray him?
"All this time I've been taking you very lightly, Riven. However, from now onward, you will do what I say. You asked me to bite you. I didn't do it because I want to see you begging me again, which you definitely will," Azerin said with a determined tone.
"Now, you should go to your assigned room. Freshen up and meet me later in my study," Azerin instructed.
"You want me to go outside like this, Master?" Riven annoyingly asked. "Borrow me your shirt."
"Well, I don't mind seeing you walking out like this," Azerin stated with a grin.
"So, Master doesn't mind his people seeing me like this!? And I'm not interested in men. I need to clarify this for you, Master. What happened yesterday was a mistake. I-I like women, you know. If I go outside like this, they will speak odd about you."
"You're amusing, Riven. No one dares to speak before me like the way you do. My preferences have nothing to do with anyone," Azerin asserted. "And I don't care about your likes either. You used me to suppress your heat, and you must repay me," he added.
'So, this is what he wants. Now, I feel like those warriors should have caught me,' Riven thought. Shaking his head, he lowered his head, still lost in his thoughts.
"Here. Wear this," Azerin said, extending his shirt to Riven. "You've even taken my pants," he murmured.
Riven grabbed the shirt and quickly changed into that. Without waiting another second, he dashed out of the room. While descending the stairs, he felt strange.
'I asked him to bite me. Fuck! I can't do that. What if he's playing with my mind? I know myself. I am not a stupid omega,' he thought.