98 - Fake Marriage

"I married Estella because I love that Omega," he said behind my ear. With his face buried in my neck so weakly.

"What do you mean?" I asked in astonishment.

He ran his fingers through my scattered locks, smoothing them down, inching up to briefly kiss my forehead for a few moments. Our gazes met as his erect penis there hit the top of my genitals, but his face remained glum.

"I have to marry Estella if I don't want the Omega I love to get hurt," he said sadly.

The flow of time in my head suddenly stopped midway. Just now, I got what I was looking for as my reason for sneaking into this palace; a reason why Matthias should marry Estella and leave me.

"Is someone threatening you, Matthias?" I asked seriously but carefully. He who was on top of me now, was semi--conscious. The effects of his mating made him look like a drunk.

But that's exactly what allowed me to take advantage of his drunken state, to dig deeper into their very mysterious marriage.

"Isabelle's life is in danger," he sa