Chapter 28

"And you will never deserve such an honor again," my husband said as he drew me closer to him and exited the crowd.

A high-pitched scream came from behind me. Everyone was rushing to the doors, trying to save their own lives. I would have lost or been hurt in that crazy crowd if Ranold hadn't hugged me so tightly. As soon as we sat in the car, he drew me to his lap. I was trembling from the heat, fear, disgust, and other emotions that were boiling deep within me. I was sobbing, arms crossed on my chest, when he kissed me right on the lips. I flinched, grabbing his shoulders, and kissing him. I was overwhelmed because of everything that had happened recently. My thoughts were completely jumbled, but his presence clarified everything.

I craved for his kisses. For his fondling. For his body. I was holding his face with my hands and intermittently kissing him. I didn't realize I wanted him to share his calm and peace with me. I knew because I remembered the sound of his heartbeat when that man was humiliating me. I clearly heard his heartbeat quicken. Just a bit. But quicken. And now I had my hand on his bare chest, feeling every beat with my entire body. It was so peaceful. So calm. I desperately wanted to share this peace. I was useless near him.

I slid my hand down to his groin, not realizing I was holding his hard dick in my hand and wanking. I was doing it all by myself. I didn't get anything! Nothing made sense to me. I had no control over my body or my stupid brain. I simply slid to the floor and sucked his dickhead. I was completely obsessed with sucking it. I wrapped my lips tightly around his cock and sucked it with all my pleasure, as if I wanted to share my feelings with him through it. I knew I was good at it because I used to suck cocks in high school. I wasn't a saint, and I had boyfriends, but I didn't want to rush things, so we never had sex.

Ranold seemed to appreciate my efforts as well. He had the most beautiful time of his life while driving us home. I could feel his cock flinching in my mouth, the taste of his grease on my tongue, and I knew he was enjoying. I just... I was terrified of raising my head and opening my eyes. I was doing a blowjob with my eyes closed. His cock trembled inside my mouth. I could tell he liked it. It was very clear to me. And then I felt his heartbeat. I could hear every beat, and I knew his inner peace had been broken. His defense felt as brittle as the ice on the river. I finally felt like we were getting close.

I didn't expect that from myself, but I opened my eyes wide and stared at him. As I had predicted. His lips were slightly open, and he was breathing heavily through his nose, attempting to keep his breath steady, but it wasn't working. His eyes were slightly squinted, and when we met, I felt an odd shiver that vanished almost instantly, leaving the remnants somewhere in the back. The short sparkle passed between us, but the next thing I knew, I felt his strong hand on my head. He pushed me down, and I had no choice but to swallow his dick, squinting and feeling his hot sperm shoot inside my stomach.

"Huuf... Huuf... Huuf..." I was barely breathing as I wiped the saliva and grease from my cheeks and chin.

"Home," my husband's words were the last I heard after entering our apartment, because we seemed to love all the horizontal surfaces in our flat for the next four days.

***

'I hate you, Ranold Hamilton,' I thought as I sat in a crowded morning bus. I had no recollection of what happened during the time we were cooped up in our small apartment. I remembered a few things, but they were echoes of something pleasant, and almost all of the pictures were blurry and fuzzy, as if someone had erased my memories. The light pain in my back and the pleasant fatigue in my body reminded me of the nights we spent together. I was irritated by the sign with his name and a picture of the hotel he owned. Why was it held right in front of my eyes? After all I survived during that time, it seemed to be supposed to be there.

I got off the bus and went to the main corps. My expression deserved an Oscar, because my resentment was so intense that I thought I scared everyone in my path with my dark and dangerous aura.

"Olivier?" Ethan asked, confusedly looking at me as I sat at the opposite table, banging my tray on the table. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes," I replied strongly.

"Okay," Ethan said quietly, looking around and apologizing to the crowd. I was piercing the salad with my fork, grabbing lettuce, and eating it angrily with some kind of meat.

"Why?!" I squealed, staring right into Ethan's eyes. "How come I can't remember anything after spending four days in heat with my h... fucking, stupid alpha?"

"What?!" Ethan's jaw dropped when he heard what I said.

"I don't want this fucking salad; I want chips, chocolate, and cola!" I quickly rose from my seat and proceeded to the buffet, bringing everything I had mentioned previously.

"Are you now ready to talk?" Ethan asked quietly as he watched me eat salty chips with chocolate.

"Yes-mm-nom," I said calmly, munching on my chips.

"You did have heat, right?" Ethan asked cautiously. "What happened? Shouldn't you be happy, or something? You spent the heat not alone, that's a real fortune!"

I wanted to protest, but instead sighed and replaced the chip in my pocket.

"I don't know, Ethan," I sobbed, closing my eyes with my hands.

"Oh my goodness, Olivier, what happened?" Ethan rushed up to me, softly hugging my shoulders. "Was your boyfriend abusive or something? Did he cause you any harm?"

"No," I sobbed once more, crossing my arms.

"Then why are you crying?" He brushed my hair with his hand and hugged me even tighter.

"I don't know..." I sobbed.

"Perhaps you should return home and spend some time there? Just take a bath and unwind for a while, okay? Don't worry about lessons. I think you need some rest. Okay?"

"OK," I said quietly. But where could I possibly go? I didn't want to go back to our apartment. I was tired of seeing Ranold. I was terrified and irritated. I simply couldn't return home. I was sitting in a park near the university, trying to calm down, but nothing worked. I appeared to be broken. I had no idea where to go. My mother and sister couldn't understand me. I didn't want to involve Ethan in my "family life" because he was my friend. I needed someone who knew about me and Ranold. Someone who could give me sound advice without prompting. Then I had a sudden realization. I took out my phone and looked up the necessary contact information. When I received a positive response, I felt a sense of relief. I was rescued.

A glimmer of hope began to sprout deep within me. I rose from the bench and made my way to the road, where I waited for my savior. After some time, I noticed the red sports car approaching the park's entrance. When it came to a stop near me, the glass slowly slid down, revealing a familiar face hidden behind dark sunglasses.

"Sit," the woman said, and I went inside, feeling safe, my hands on my bag.

The car accelerated ahead, and I twitched a little, pressing my back against the seat back. The sound of an incoming phone call suddenly broke the silence. I recognized the name on the screen of the car's computer. The woman gracefully switched screens to accept the call.

"Yes?" She asked without hesitation.

"Is Olivier with you, Jane?" The man's voice asked.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she sang sweetly.

"Jane..." he wanted to say more, but Jane got off the phone.

My phone beeped with an incoming call.

"Give it to me," she said, reaching out her hand.

I took the phone from my pocket, and she picked it up.

"Forget this number, Ranold, or I'll fuck you with my 5.5 caliber rifle. BYE."

She turned off my phone and tossed it in the back seat.

"Asshole!" Jane cursed, rubbing her chin and looking out the window.

I cracked a small smile. I knew Jane and Ranold had something in common. They could both stand up to each other. They can support each other while also confronting each other. I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized I could avoid my husband's presence for at least a few hours.

"Come in," she said as we walked up to her apartment.

Jane lived in a lovely flat in a quiet neighborhood. We went shopping, drank coffee, and ate at a lovely cafe since she picked me up from university. I had no idea I'd feel so good after finishing all of this. The apartment was lovely, with everything in light colors. I felt at ease in there. Jane sighed and turned to face me as we entered the large kitchen.

"Do you understand that he will come to take you home?" She spoke quietly. "But I can assure you that I will keep him confined for as long as possible. You're very welcome. I'll make a bath for you."

I moved closer to the window as she went into the bathroom. The atmosphere was somehow soothing. I realized I was alone in Jane's flat, where no one could reach me.

"The bath is done; go, take your time," Jane gently placed her hand on my shoulder and led me to the bathroom.

I finally exhaled sharply when I appeared alone in a bathroom with dim lighting. The water, the bath, the atmosphere — everything was just right, and I felt completely comfortable. Finally, there was a bright spot in my life. I relaxed in the bath until all of my emotions faded and I felt safe.

"Are you done?" Jane asked, quietly entering my room.

"Yes," I said as I turned off the fan.

"So, if you're here, something must have happened between you and Ranold. Do you want to talk about it? You'd better do it before he breaks into my apartment and takes you back."

"Mmh... Okay..." I started out cautiously. "I'm not sure how to explain it properly, but... I've had the heat twice since we married in July. And every time after that, my mind went blank. I can't remember anything, which worries me. I'm terrified because I have no idea... My body and mind, everything... I want to understand my emotions and feelings, not just blindly follow someone else's intentions."

Jane sat on the bed after a few moments of silence and staring at me.

"Well," she began slowly. "If you don't remember anything, is it possible that your body and mind, as you say, felt so good that they just relaxed and left everything to Ranold?"

"What... do you mean?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"I know that you are an omega and Ranold is an alpha. I'm guessing you spent other heats alone or under suppressants because you're puzzled by such a simple thing. I guess no one told you, so I'll explain. When it comes to alphas and omegas, common human rules do not always apply. It's easy because both alphas and omegas have pheromones. In some cases, omega's body responds to alpha's pheromones, so instincts take precedence. You won't understand until you go through it yourself. It appears that your body accepts Ranold and regards it as a reliable source of reproduction. It can't just be between you and Ranold. Ranold was probably the first person you spent your heat with. So it's possible that your body reacted to him and then let it go naturally. Your memory will almost never return to you, but there is a way around it. If you want to remember everything, you should practice controlling your body near Ranold. It's a long process, and we both know he won't wait for you to adjust to him, so you should think about it and accept it. Ranold is not the one who fails to keep his promises. I'm sure you'll be together for a long time. And, personally, I believe he has an attraction to you. This complicates matters even further. I cannot guarantee that he will listen to me, but I will speak with him and try to explain everything."

Jane rose from her bed, pausing briefly at the door.

"But, you know, when it comes to you, he's always so impatient and emotional, even if he tries to hide it behind an indifferent mask."