Episode 6

Even rabbits in a mating season would be utterly embarrassed if they witnessed our entangled bodies tonight. Cassian ruthlessly ravages me, his hip movements capable of collapsing this bed.

While the full moon is waning, Cassian's desire still burns fervently. He transforms into a relentless machine of lust, intending to have me until morning.

All I can do is moan, gasp, and stifle my screams. There isn't a single part of my body left untouched, unlicked by him. My lips are swollen from our kisses, and I've lost count of how many orgasms I've experienced.

Cassian, in a state of unconsciousness, ejaculates inside me without pulling out. His potent and forceful semen spurts into my womb, making me feel nauseous.

He continues to ejaculate multiple times, and I no longer know what will become of me tomorrow.

My plan to have sex without getting pregnant has utterly failed due to Cassian's uncontainable power. That night, I faint from exhaustion. I lose consciousness, while Cassian continues to have his way with me as if there's no tomorrow.

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"Damn it. My body looks like it's covered in severe chickenpox."

I grumble in frustration as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. More accurately, I glare at my body, covered in kiss marks. From the base of my neck to the soles of my feet, there isn't a single red mark that hasn't left a trace.

These kiss marks serve as evidence of how brutal and wild our encounter was last night. But that's not all. As I stand in front of this bathroom mirror, I feel drops of sperm flowing heavily from within my vagina.

‘It's already morning, and Cassian's sperm is still lingering in my body. How many times did he ejaculate!?’ I mutter to myself.

"Ha ..." I let out a long, tired sigh. I'm too afraid to use my powers to see the future, to see if I'm pregnant or not.

I glance at Cassian's slumbering body on the bed, which has reverted to its human form. How peaceful he looks, sound asleep after leaving me battered like this.

If it weren't for our agreement, I might have stomped on his body until it turned to mush.

"Tsk. Just looking at his face makes me angry. I should probably go to Silverbrook Haven village and check the situation there, instead of standing here and getting even more worked up," I say from inside the bathroom.

That morning, I hurriedly clean myself up, rushing to leave this place before Cassian woke up.

For the time being, I'll avoid Cassian as much as possible. While searching for a doctor or a healer who can examine my womb.

I can't get pregnant with Cassian's child. I must prevent it, no matter what.

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[Silverbrook Haven, 17th century, in the morning]

I borrowed (stole, to be precise) a horse from Cassian's collection of riding horses to make my way to this village on my own. The reason is, I don't want to draw Cassian's attention by arriving with his attendants.

I intend to visit Silverbrook Haven and assess the situation. Yesterday, I failed to find any evidence after the unexpected appearance of Lysander. So this morning, I'll make an effort to obtain results and not waste my time.

"Hey, you. Can I speak with the village head in this place?" I ask one of the remaining healthy residents after securing the horse near a large tree.

"Our village head has passed away, Miss. Now, the village is directly ruled by Lord Cassian as the owner of this land," says an old woman standing in front of me.

"How did you manage to survive, all of you who are still here? What did you do to prevent the virus from attacking?" I inquire. But instead of answering, the old woman points to a crowd of people gathered in the middle of a large field.

They seem to be repairing a road. And I don't understand what the woman means when she asks me to look at the crowd.

"They are newcomers," the woman begins speaking again. Her disheveled appearance matches the concern in her voice this time. "They arrived three months ago, from a migration in the neighboring village. I am one of them, newly settled here as well."

"Ah." I immediately understand her point.

"So, you mean to say that this deadly virus doesn't affect you because you're not native to Silverbrook Haven?" I try to summarize. 

Then the old woman, later known as Dianne, weakly nods her head. "Yes, Miss. That's the only thing I can think of. The only ones free from the pursuit of this deadly virus are the people not born in this village. Because all the native residents ... they have all died."

Dianne finally can't hold back her tears any longer. Beside me, amid the gentle morning breeze, she lets out the suppressed sorrow.

I witness the deeply wounded expression on the woman's face. I use a bit of my power to see the past, and it turns out Dianne's lover was from this village. He was a Beta male, and he died from this mysterious virus.

Her grief makes me feel engulfed as well. Perhaps... this is what they feel when they lose someone they deeply love.

Today, my initial intention of finding the culprit behind the virus outbreak begins to shift. Initially, I only did this for the sake of my agreement with Cassian. But now, after seeing Dianne's sorrow, I'm even more determined to find out who is responsible.

But not just for the sake of the agreement. It's because I want to help those who are grieving, those who have lost loved ones due to someone's crime.

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‘Damn it. It didn't work. I've used my powers multiple times, but I still can't find the perpetrator of the virus outbreak.’

After three consecutive hours of using my powers, I've reached my limit. I start to have a nosebleed and nearly faint in an unused house in this village, exhausted beyond measure.

I've also received news that Cassian has awakened from his sleep. And he's already aware that I left without his permission.

I guess he'll arrive in this village soon. At the very least, to scold me.

"Hey, foolish Omega. Why did you leave without telling me, huh?"

See for yourself, right? What did I say? Not even a minute has passed, and the sharp-tongued Alpha is already standing in front of me, talking to me, with an irritated expression.