"I think that was also the first time I cried," Soren turned to the gravestone, "you know what I have met someone and I don't know why but I end up getting all emotional and feel like crying. I feel comfortable showing him my weakness strangely. Isn't it weird?"
He clutched his hands against the grassy ground, "but he said he hates me. He said I deserve to be hated. I never cared about anyone loving me, but when he said those words, I couldn't even breathe properly."
Soren stepped out of the memorial park and saw a group of teenagers looking at him with their jaws dropping.
"I told you it was Soren," one of the teenagers said and all of them rushed towards Soren like some hungry vultures.
Before Soren could think of something, he felt a grip on his hand that tugged him to run away. It was Caelen. They ran to a narrow alley that led them to a car workshop. Caelen dragged Soren and stood between the narrow gap of two trucks. Caelen's body was rubbing against Soren's, their faces just inches apart.
"Why would you insist on staying alone?" Caelen whispered clenching his teeth.
"But I thought people wouldn't care about me."
"You are back to showbiz of course they do. Okay, what if they were antifans? Tell me?" Caelen insisted.
"I can't think properly. You are standing too close," Soren replied, his intense gaze fixed on Caelen who finally realized. He could feel Soren's body getting hot and quickly moved himself away from Soren.
"But what are you doing here?"
"You are my artist I can't just leave you like that," Caelen looked away, "I am not rich enough to afford being careless."
"But I am the one who asked you to go. Your nephew would be waiting for you. I don't even have any further schedule," Soren wiped his sweat.
Caelen blinked twice and gulped. I still can't get used to him talking about Eiran.
"Don't worry about it, a nanny looks after him," Caelen walked out to see the situation.
"You are acting strange?" Soren's words made him turn around and look at him, "you don't even answer any questions properly, but today you are talking about..."
"Wasn't that your instruction to reply to you whatever you ask?" Caelen clenched his hands and walked away. At a distance, he turned around, "are you going to stay here forever? Let's get out of here."
He is Caelen after all. Look at him clenching his fists. It feels like he would hit me anytime. Soren followed along. They quickly got into the vehicle and drove off.
The next day, Soren didn't come to work although he was supposed to be there early in the morning. Caelen's phone buzzed on his thigh and he slipped it out of his pants pocket.
It was Arsha. "Can you get a hold of Soren?"
"I have not called, but he hasn't arrived yet." Caelen glanced around at the vehicles passing by.
"Could you check on him?" Arsha sounded urgent, "I called his home, he is not home. The butler said he was heading to his own house in Vortica."
"House in the Vortica? that's where we..."
"I will send you the address. Please be quick," Arsha ended the call.
Caelen glanced at the message from Arsha and settled into his car. Half an hour later he was standing in front of the palace like castle of Soren.
He pressed the bell but no answer came. His nervous feet were slowly navigating through the spacious garden. The front door wasn't locked and he walked in heading towards the bedroom. Although five years had passed, nothing about the house had changed. He smelled a familiar, piercing scent.
Where did I smell that? Was that a perfume?
"Don't enter," Soren's voice came through groans, but it couldn't be understood.
He opened the door and was hit with heavy pheromones that filled the room. Caelen's head started spinning, and he quickly turned around to walk away but his sight was blurry.
Soren was settled beside the bed onto the carpet with no shirt on. The sweat dripped down his sturdy muscles.
Caelen fell onto the carpet as his feet gave up. He couldn't spot the door and crawled in the wrong direction towards the wall.
Soren got up and walked to him, stumbling, and settled in front of Caelen as he pinned him against the wall. Caelen was breathing heavily as sweat was pinning on his face, his eyes out of focus.
"I told you... not to... enter," Soren's voice was hoarse, "you will be fine, just quickly walk out of here."
Soren turned Caelen's head to one side, "the door," he said, gesturing to the door as he clutched his flesh on the thigh, fighting his desire to place Caelen under him. His eye color was emerald green.
Instead of crawling out of there, Caelen placed his arms around Soren's neck and pressed his lips against his.
Wait, his temperature! Soren's eyes rounded and he wanted to push him away, as he had lost control because of Soren's pheromones already. But he pulled him closer and opened his lips to wrap them around the other. He sucked at the soft lips of his, and Caelen leaned over wanting more. Soren pulled himself back, clenching his fists while his body trembled. He quickly got up and princess carried Caelen to the other room while he was clinging to him.
Soren placed him onto a bed and squinted, closing his eyes, "Ahhhh, I am losing it. But I don't want you to hate me more."
He quickly walked out and stumbled a few times, almost falling to the ground. He was about to walk out the door when Caelen's hands wrapped around his waist.
"Caelen! How am I supposed to control myself in this situation?"
He grabbed Caelen's hands locked in front of his belly and turned to him, "wait a moment, I will call a doctor." Soren kissed Caelen's forehead. He quickly walked out, closing the door behind him and locking it. He was feeling too out of it and instead of searching for his phone he called through the telephone placed in the living room to contact the servants.
"Someone send the doctor, there is an omega in heat." The receiver slipped out of his hand and fell down.
I should lock myself, otherwise I will go to Caelen. He could hear loud banging at the door where Caelen was locked.
He walked into his room and locked the door. He plopped to the floor as soon as he locked the door.