Emperor

Arren unconsciously pinched his leg to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Unfortunately for him, he clearly felt the pain, implying that everything was true. Everything real means that... the one in front of him was Spade the Emperor.

Fuck. Right then, that was the only word he could think of. He couldn't speak for a moment; more accurately, he couldn't think of anything. Arren's mind was in a mess. He just stood there and stared silly at the alpha, who was also watching his reaction. Arren didn't pay attention to all of it.

Their silence continued for a few more minutes as the alpha waited for him to process Spade's identity. Arren blinked his eyes as he kept his dumbfounded expression. The stalemate lasted until Arren was finally hit by reality. Accepting it was his only option, regardless of how ridiculous it was.

The alpha he had been flirting with was the Emperor the whole time. How fucking did that happen?