Broken Bond: Between Vices and Virtues (BL)
Chapter 244 - 2: Filial duty

Chapter 244: Chapter 2: Filial duty

The man groaned. The omega’s scent was intoxicating, but it wasn’t dominating him. He was giving him a chance to move and leave if he really chooses not to do it. But... if I leave, will he just find another alpha to spend the night with? What if he finds those kinds of alphas who don’t respect him?

He was still thinking deeply when the prettiest omega he had ever laid his eyes on closed the gap between them; his naked chest touching his clothes, while his honey-colored eyes settled on him with a warm, lingering intensity.

His eyes held steady, certain of what he wanted, not at all embarrassed of what he intended to do. With just a touch on the alpha’s chest longer than usual, paired with a small, playful smile that hinted he was savoring the moment, Shawn created a quiet tension between them.

In those pools of blue irises, he could see the straps of control snapping one by one, and the small fire burned brighter, urging the man to touch him back. Which the alpha did, his large yet delicate hands grabbed Shawn’s waist with possessiveness.

Bending down and tiptoeing, two lips collided.

When Shawn blinked again, he was already on the bed, his boxers gone, and the alpha on top of him, naked and hard. Shawn was lost in every touch, every bite, and every kiss. He moaned the loudest he’d ever had in his whole life, he showed vulnerability in front of a stranger, crying beneath him, whimpering and sobbing from pain and pleasure.

It was a long night... a very long night, that when Shawn opened his eyes again, he was alone on the bed, but the running water from the bathroom caught his attention. He stayed still for a few minutes, wondering what to do.

"Should I stay and wait for him... or should I go and leave?" Shawn mumbled to himself. He was unsure since it was his first time sleeping with someone and having a one-night stand. Are one-night stands like a business deal... do I wait for him, shake his hand, and properly say goodbye?

He was still in the middle of contemplating when his phone rang. He immediately grabbed it and answered the phone, only for his ear to be bombarded by yelling from the caller.

"Where the hell are you, Shawn Williams?! Get your ass back here right this instant!"

It was his sister, obviously mad.

"If you don’t return home right now, you’ll be seeing your gaming rig destroyed and unsalvageable!"

Shawn’s eyes widened. He dressed himself in a blink and bolted out of the room. He even stumbled by the door because his body hurt, but at least, he couldn’t feel something trickling down his hole.

"Oh, my god. Did we use protection?!" He wanted to go back and ask, but his mind was already on his beloved computer setup. Before he knew it, he was already in a cab, pestering the driver to drive faster.

"Shana!" Shawn slammed open the door of his room and sighed in relief that his belongings were untouched. He felt a presence behind him, so he slowly turned around and gulped.

His father, Stuart Williams, glared at him. "D...Dad..."

Stuart was clearly disappointed and mad. "Is this the life you want for yourself? Sneaking out at night and returning home in the middle of the day covered in an alpha’s pheromones?!"

Shawn froze. He smelled like honey and wine, the wine was obviously from him, then the sweet one was...

He hadn’t yet answered when his ears rang from the sound of a slap. His eyes widened, and his cheek stung.

"I told you time and time again that you must carry yourself with dignity and remain chaste until you marry the young master! How long are you going to disobey me?!" Stuart pointed his finger at him, but Shawn was looking past his father.

He was watching his alpha younger sister, Shana, and his male omega mother, Heidi, just watching them by the corner. Heidi looked concerned, but he remained silent and did not do anything to stop his husband. Meanwhile, Shana just wore her usual haughty and stoic expression.

Shawn just accepted his father’s ire. But wait... did he just say young master...? Having this thought, Shawn turned to his enraged father and asked, "The young master... Horace?"

Stuart’s anger only flared even more. "Who else do you think it is?! The chairman was generous enough to bind our humble family to his noble one through this marriage, yet you’re sabotaging this achievement?! It’s an honor to be part of the chairman’s family! Think about how they’ve been helping our family from our previous generation and with your marriage, they will help us even more! Are you so selfish that you’d choose to stick to some random alpha rather than accept this marriage?!"

I’m the selfish one? Shawn thought resentfully. He could never get himself used to the unfairness. Why does his younger sister get to do what she wants? Why does his older brother have his freedom while he has to be constantly monitored? Why is it only him? Because he’s an omega?

"None of what happened today or what you did last night will reach them, not even your uncle! Understood?! You’re going to meet the young master soon, so conduct yourself properly." Stuart turned away after giving him a warning look.

Shawn just lowered his head. If it’s the young master Horace, then it must be the youngest one, since all of the other children were already married. His family served the Horaces even before he was born, and during his childhood days, he remembered playing with the Horace’s children.

But the time they spent together was shorter than they weren’t. So, he had almost forgotten what he looked like.

He lifted his head after hearing footsteps coming closer, but the faces of his mother and sister weren’t comforting to him at all. He turned his back and opened his room’s door.

"Shawn..."

He heard his mother call, but Shawn ignored her, knowing full well that he would only vent his frustration and resentment toward his mother if he stayed. He wanted to scream, but all he did was undress himself and stand under the cold water from the shower. He kept hoping that they would change, and he kept getting disappointed.

The next morning, he received a call from his uncle, surprisingly. His uncle who was staying at the mansion of the Horaces, seldom visits them. But Shawn was much closer and more comfortable with him than he could ever be with his father.

"Yes, Uncle Steve?"

"Do you have some free time today, Shawn? I’d like to talk to you." A low and indifferent voice reached Shawn’s ears.

He wondered why, and for a moment, he thought it was because of the engagement. But his uncle continued, erasing the thought in his head. "I have something I want to ask of you. I might need your help, so, if you’re free, let’s talk about it."

His face brightened a bit. He was relieved. "Sure, uncle. Where should we meet?"

"I’ll send someone to pick you up, so be ready in an hour." The call ended after that. Shawn was baffled. Why did his uncle need to send someone? He was clueless, but he still got ready. Exactly an hour later, an expensive car rolled in front of his house.

His father was beaming as he looked at his son, who slowly realized the situation. Stuart patted his shoulders and exclaimed, "I knew you’d understand, son. Go quickly, don’t let the chairman wait for you!"

"Dad, are you going to send him like that? Shouldn’t he at least dress impressively?" Shana commented a few steps away from them. She ran her gaze on Shawn, from head to toe, and shook her head.

Stuart’s face was hit with realization. The tight and ripped denim jeans paired with a skull-printed black shirt, and white sneakers, were just too casual. "Right. You, go dress him properly." He pointed at the passing maid and pushed Shawn.

Shawn felt drained, so he no longer refused. Did his uncle trick him into coming to the Horace mansion? Is he going to meet the youngest master now?

Even after the expensive car drove along the highway, he still felt betrayed and gloomy. His clothes—a white V-shaped neck tee under a pair of a well-fitted, single-breasted suit in charcoal gray and fitted trousers—were uncomfortable.

Finally, they arrived at the huge estate of the Horaces, where the mansion stood far still from the entrance. Shawn sighed. He was nervous about meeting the chairman, but he dreaded meeting his soon-to-be fiancé.

However, at the end of the road, when he stepped outside the car, it was only his uncle who received him and guided him to the annex where the security team of the Horaces was.

"Uncle... what..." Shawn asked, confused.

Steve replied, "I need your help to locate and monitor someone. Can you do it?" Shawn looked at his uncle with the silent question ’Why me?’, so Steve added. "This matter is very confidential. Since you’re my nephew, I trust that you won’t tell it to anyone, not even to your family. And don’t worry, the chairman insisted that you shall be paid for your services, and you’ll be staying here in the meantime."

Hesitation was etched on Shawn’s face. He liked the idea of getting paid, but the fact that he had to stay in that place...

Steve might have read his concern, and said, "Don’t worry. Young master Athan won’t be coming here in the next few months, while the chairman and I will fly back to England in three days, so I want you to stay here and use this room to monitor this person. The security will aid you if you ever need help."

There was nothing more appealing to Shawn than to run away from his home. So, after hearing that his uncle would convince his parents and find an excuse, Shawn agreed without hesitation.