Broken Bond: Between Vices and Virtues (BL)
Chapter 37: Back to him [3]

Chapter 37: Back to him [3]

With the gap between them closed, Knox feared that his drumming heartbeat might be noticed by Azrael. He quickly pushed himself up, but his waist was held tightly in place and Azrael even pulled his wrist upward, sliding his body closer to his chest.

Knox panicked. Nervousness filled his system and he flailed his hands, but Azrael refused to let him go, "W-What are you doing? Release me!"

Azrael’s enigmatic eyes bore into Knox. His expression was unreadable, and his lips were pursed tightly. His jaw clenched as though his patience was running thin and he was closer to exploding. Knox wriggled and tried to slip through his embrace, but the man tightened his arms even more, and Knox felt like his spine would break if he didn’t let go.

His breathing hitched. His face flushed from the scent coming off Azrael’s body, riling up the yearning he kept putting to sleep inside him. His stomach tightened from the hot sensation traveling down his navel to his groins.

Knox’s eyes widened. He cried with a shaky voice, "Sir Azrael, please let go!"

If their contact continued, Knox feared that there would be something awakening below him. He pushed and pushed, and then he punched Azrael’s shoulder with his free hand, but even that did not bother him.

’What is he? Is he made of metal?!’ Knox thought.

How did he become this weak, that he couldn’t even push him away with all his might? Knox wondered to himself. His body was starting to feel hot, as the scent that lingered in Azrael’s body was coming to him, enveloping him and stirring him up.

He swallowed his moan from that pleasurable feeling he felt just from Azrael’s hands sliding up his spine, until it stopped on his nape. His hair was yanked, revealing his pale and slender neck, and then he shivered from the hot breath hitting his jaw as Azrael leaned in and whispered against his ear.

"Do you realize what you did? I’m just doing the same to you, Knox Arden. You dare release your pheromones in my presence and expect nothing like this," Azrael’s hand that was gripping Knox’s wrist moved on his side, and glided inside his shirt, slowly caressing and taunting his burning skin, "...to happen? This is what you’re making me feel if you walk around like that. Should I make you remember what I am? I’m an alpha, Knox. And I told you, if you keep doing this, you’ll be seeing yourself blushing, crying, moaning, under me."

There was a hint of warning in his voice. Knox nodded his head with difficulty since Azrael still held his hair and tilted his head back.

Azrael gritted his teeth and groaned inwardly. His gaze traced the length of Knox’s exposed neck and felt a strong urge to bite on that soft and pale crevice, yet he stopped, afraid that it might snap his remaining control.

He pushed Knox away.

The omega landed on the carpeted floor, slumped and hunched, with his head lowered and he gasped for air. Knox felt like he was submerged in water and was drowning in pheromones from that close proximity, but after being let go, he was finally freed from the suffocation, yet felt thirst instead.

He furtively closed his striding legs and hugged his knees, hiding the growing erection below him. He buried his head in his arms and stayed like that for quite a while.

That action poked Azrael’s little conscience. Knox’s trembling shoulders, sweaty forehead, fearful eyes, and quivering lips were nailing guilt on his almost nonexistent moral sense. There was a pang in his chest, which only brought a frown on his face.

’It’s his f*cking fault, why is he acting like the victim here!’ He yelled inwardly. Then, he remembered the events of the past, where Knox suffered molestation. His frown disappeared and his mouth gaped slightly. His irritated face changed, and realization dawned on him.

"Dammit!" Azrael exclaimed. He stood and walked away. ’Is that why he fainted? He was triggered? Traumatized? By me? By an alpha?’

An ugly feeling washed over him.

"I should have killed those bastards," he murmured as he walked away. Then, he stopped after he realized he was the same. However, he convinced himself that it was Knox’s fault. He deceived him; hid his true identity from him, and went to heat. Any alpha would lose control after being the target of such intense pheromone release.

He acted shitty, yes, but that’s their nature, no matter how twisted it may sound. He was the victim. But that thought wasn’t relieving. It only annoyed him more.

He heard clanking noises in the kitchen and went back, then he saw Knox with his crestfallen shoulders, downcast and puffy eyes, and hair tangled and messy, setting a chopping board on the island counter and holding the knife.

Azrael gawked at him, and then he yelled, "Just go home for today, for f*ck’s sake!"

That dead face and dull eyes while holding a knife sent shivers down Azrael’s spine. He even added a shout, "It’s not my fault!" before climbing the stairs and heading straight to his room.

Knox was left in the kitchen, baffled. He sighed in relief and tidied the things he prepared before leaving the house.

As soon as he stepped out, he breathed loudly. He never realized he’d been holding his breath back inside. The entire place was bathed in Azrael’s pheromones, but confusingly, all he could smell was his scent and no other stray fragrance.

"This huge house...and he’s living alone here? He’s like a beast hidden away in a palace," Knox mumbled. He gave one last look at the mansion before walking the long path again. "Should I buy a car?"

That concern was immediately answered the second time he went back to that place.

...It was Monday and as his job, he woke up earlier than he always did, prepared Knoa’s breakfast, and after they ate, he dropped him to Franz’s house where Shawn lives. He recalled their conversation as he stood by the entrance of Azrael’s house once more.

’I guess, I should really hire you as a nanny, Shawn. Are you still available?’ Knox asked with a hopeful look.

Shawn beamed and stood up, ’Really?! Of course, I’m always free! I can be a stay-in nanny, so you can even come home late and not worry. I can also cook and clean the house while Knoa is sleeping! So, hire me! Hire me!’

Knoa tugged his father’s pants but didn’t say anything. He only pouted and ignored Shawn’s hopeful look. Knox sighed, and replied, ’It seems that Knoa doesn’t want you as his nanny though.’

’No, Knoa likes me. Right, Knoa?’ the kid turned his head away. Shawn was aghast. He acted like crying and even begged Knoa on his knees. Knoa pouted and looked down, he seemed guilty upon seeing the teary-eyed older man and fiddled with his fingers, then he pointed one at Shawn and shouted, ’Promise to stop teasing Knoa!’

’I promise!’ Shawn answered like an obedient child.

With that, Knox hired Shaw and listed the dos and don’ts of taking care of Knoa. He allowed Shawn to stay with them which finally made him bawl his eyes and kowtowed at him, thanking him exaggeratedly.

Before he left, he even saw Knoa patting the head of the crying Shawn. Knox shook his head in disbelief. Why does his son look more mature than his nanny? He left the café with that in mind, worrying that Knox might end up taking care of Shawn instead.

The door opened which brought Knox to the present. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, as he couldn’t believe Azrael was standing before him, greeting him with that stony face of his.

He rolled his eyes at Knox’s stupid action and stepped out. Knox stepped back out of instinct. Azrael just raised his brows and walked to the other side of the house. He stopped after reaching the corner and turned to Knox.

"What are you doing? I’m gonna be late if you continue dawdling," he said impatiently.

Knox quickly walked to him while sporting a confused look, "I’m not going to cook you breakfast anymore?"

His voice was certainly anticipating a positive answer, but Azrael side-eyed him and the corner of his lips slightly curved upward. Knox’s expectant look, and his sparkling, hopeful eyes amused him. He looked ahead and popped his bubbles, "Just for today, and I already have something I’d like for dinner later. For now, just drive me to work."

He handed the key fob to Knox, and Knox accepted without looking at the car key since he was observing Azrael closely.

It seemed that Azrael could no longer smell his leaking pheromones. He felt relieved. It was because he made sure to take one of the pills Dr. Kayden prescribed for him.

’I’m back at taking pills again,’ Knox thought. He lowered his head and looked at the key in his palm, then he paused after recognizing what the object was.

"I wonder if it’ll still work? Your car has been wasted in my garage for all those years, so I’m not sure. Either way, you have to drive me to work, and that’s the only car I have here right now. If I’m late even a second, you’re going to come here next Sunday."

"What? That’s not fair! And where the hell is your car?!"

Azrael shrugged his shoulders and pressed a remote pointing at the separate carport building next to the house. The automatic door rolled up, and inside the spacious area that can park six cars at once, was the only red car stock on the far side.

Azrael turned to him with a taunting smile, "Go on. Drive it. See if it’ll work."

Knox already knew the answer. So, he felt an unmeasurable desire to smash Azrael’s head on the ground, and his hands were itching to fulfill it.