I Don't Want To Be An Omega In My Sister's Trashy Reverse Harem [BL]
Chapter 48: A Lewd Kind Of Fever! 2

Chapter 48: A Lewd Kind Of Fever! 2

The room went cold the moment Duke Evan Vortellion stepped in. Everyone stood rooted to the spot, including Silas, who stiffened instinctively. But it was Theron the Duke was looking for.

"Who is Theron?" his voice rang out again, low and commanding.

Theron stepped forward with a composed expression, hands calmly tucked behind his back.

"I am." He swallowed hard. "...sir!"

The Duke’s storm-grey eyes locked onto him.

"Pack your tools. Now. You’re coming with me," he said flatly.

A flicker of confusion passed across Theron’s face.

"I’m sorry sir but... is someone injured?"

"Rin," the Duke answered, already turning on his heel. "He has a fever."

Gasps scattered through the room.

"Rin?" a nurse whispered behind her hand.

"Didn’t he just move into the Duke’s mansion yesterday?"

"He got sick?"

Even Elna, who had been smug earlier, looked visibly shaken.

"So that weakling got sick?" she whispered.

"I’ll go grab my case immediately!" Theron said, rushing back into the office to take his satchel of instruments.

Everyone was still mumbling and gossiping behind their hands. Evan never knew that Rin had these much people closer to himself, especially the professor that kept glaring at him as if he wanted to ask to see Rin too.

He glared back at him and he quickly got the ’NO’ message, looking away immediately.

Theron walked out, nodding toward the other staff.

"I’ll be back soon. Elna is in charge,"

"Shall we?" Theron asked him. The Duke turned around to leave. He shot another glare at Silas one more time.

Then Theron followed the Duke out the door. The nurses and other people were there, with their millions of unanswered questions.

"What’s Rin’s condition?"

"Is it serious?"

"I hope he’ll be fine,"

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Outside, the skies were pale with dawn. The scent of wet grass filled the air as Evan’s carriage waited just outside the gates of the clinic. Neither of them spoke during the ride. Theron sat on the opposite side, eyes narrowed slightly, fingers tapping against the edge of his case.

’Rin has a fever...? Or is it something more?’

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Ten minutes later, they arrived at the small mansion located in the academy. It was the first time Theron would arrive there. He stepped down, scanning the compound that was empty.

"Follow me," Evan ordered and Theron followed silently as the Duke led him inside the house.

The interior smelled faintly of smoke of cigarettes and lavender. Theron’s sharp gaze swept across the grand hall, the velvet-lined staircase, the polished floors, and the fire still glowing in the hearth.

’So this is where Rin spent the night...’

Something about that thought burned unpleasantly in his chest.

The Duke, however, didn’t pause for a moment. They reached the upstairs hallway, and just before the final door, he stopped, with his hand on the door handle.

He turned slowly to face Theron.

"I’ll say this only once," Evan murmured. "Examine him. Do your job. And when you’re done, walk out and forget what you saw. If any detail... I repeat... any detail, leaves this house, I promise, your body will too. In pieces."

His smile was pleasant but cold and deadly. It was obviously a warning and Theron knew it.

He blinked once and then nodded.

"Understood, Your Grace."

But inwardly, he was burning with curiosity.

’What the hell is he hiding behind this door?’

Then Evan pushed it open.

Immediately...

Scent.

It hit them hard that their nose couldn’t bear it.

It was warm, sweet, intoxicating... like honeyed peaches and sweat-drenched lilies, thick enough to choke the throat. The scent curled through the air like smoke and fire.

Evan froze, mid-step. Theron nearly dropped his case.

Their cocks twitched violently, hardness hitting like a punch to the gut. It was overwhelming and so wrong... yet their bodies reacted like puppets on strings.

A second passed. Then another.

Evan was the first to recover. His lips curved slowly into a monstrous grin as he raised a hand to his mouth, chuckling darkly.

"Well, well..."

His voice was low and gleeful.

"I knew he wasn’t just a Beta," he whispered. "But I didn’t expect the scent to be this potent. It’s like I’ve hit a jackpot."

Theron, on the other hand, stayed rooted, stunned. He couldn’t believe what he was smelling.

’This... this can’t be. That’s an Omega scent.’

He looked at the unconscious figure on the bed. It was obviously Rin... he was drenched in sweat, his clothes wrinkled, his face flushed and twisted in feverish discomfort. His small hands clutched the sheets, and soft whimpers spilled from his lips.

Theron’s heart pounded. He couldn’t look away. He wanted to, but he wouldn’t dare. He couldn’t believe the soft sweet scent he had been perceiving from Rin all this time wasn’t any perfume but his actual scent.

So this was the secret Evan threatened him about. So this is what he’s hiding...

Rin Elric... the delicate boy with soft eyes and a snarky attitude... was not just a Beta.

He was an Omega. And worse... he was in pre-heat.

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Theron turned to Evan who still had that dangerous smirk on his face. Theron saw it and knew that Rin was in trouble. Well, he had no idea the Duke already knew that Rin was an omega, but all he was thinking of was a way to protect Rin from becoming a part of the Duke’s famous ’Game’.

"Your Grace? I’ll begin now,"

Evan blinked, momentarily stunned by Theron’s voice. He cleared his throat and gestured that Theron move closer to Rin and he did. Evan followed behind. The more they got closer to Rin’s body, the harder it was for them to hold back the urge to touch him.

"Fuck! It’s so hard to control myself,"

Theron swore under his breath. He tried his best to check Rin’s body. Rin’s soft moans and groans penetrated his ear, making his cock twitch even harder.

He turned to Evan, eyes deadly serious.

"His fever triggered his heat. His body didn’t get treatment fast enough. That’s why it’s progressing like this."

"Then what do we do?" Evan asked calmly.

Theron hesitated.

"...He needs to be mated."

The words felt like poison on his tongue. He didn’t want to say it, but he had to.

Theron watched as Evan sat down slowly beside Rin again, his palm once more caressing that slender hand.

"And what a coincidence," the Duke said softly, "I just happen to be available."

Theron’s eyes blazed.

"Your Grace! There’s no way I’ll stand here and watch you touch Rin,"

Evan tilted his head, considering.

"I could throw you out of this house."

"You could," Theron said, matching his calm. "But then who’ll monitor his heat properly? I’m the only one you can rely on since you won’t want someone else finding out about his identity. So... if you lay a hand on him and ruin his cycle, I’d rather make sure the academy finds out. And I won’t care if you’re the Duke or not,."

Then he stood slowly, gaze locked on Theron, amusement blooming across his face like a sick flower.

"So... threatening a high rank noble now, are we?"

"I don’t care what you are," Theron snapped. "That boy is unconscious. If you try to lay a finger on him, I’ll report you to the academy,"

Evan’s eyes glimmered.

"Will you, now? And say what, exactly? That you trespassed into a noble’s house and discovered a scandal you were warned not to speak of? I told you what would happen to you, didn’t I?"

Theron’s lips thinned. He knew he couldn’t win this. But he won’t give up. He would do anything to protect Rin from someone like the Duke.

They locked eyes for a long, burning moment.

Rin let out another soft sound, curling on the bed, tears dampening the edge of the pillow.

At last, Evan straightened his back and walked to the window, hands tucked behind his back.

"Don’t worry, I won’t touch him," he said.

"...Yet. until he begs me to..."

Theron sighed in relief.

He watched as Rin stirred weakly on the bed, letting out a soft gasp. His body trembled, hungry for a touch. He opened his eyes, seeing Theron in front of him.

He was too tired to even react to the fact that Theron had figured out who he was. Also...

DING!

[SYSTEM WARNING: Heat Cycle Progression — 62%]

[Condition: CRITICAL]

[Recommendation: Immediate mating required to regulate pheromone overload.]

’Mating? No way... But, why is my body reacting to these two people in the room? I want something huge and thick to slide into me from down there. It’s just like that time with Lucien...’

Rin groaned loudly this time and the Duke left the window to sit close to Rin.

"Hey Rin, open your eyes,"

Rin didn’t answer. His body kept twitching and his hard nipples were peeking through his soaked shirt.

The Duke brushed back a damp strand of hair from Rin’s face.

"He looks like he’s in pain,"

"His heat can’t kill him, Your Grace." Rin watched jealously how the Duke freely touched Rin. "I can’t allow you keep touching him when he hasn’t given you permission to do so,"

"Permission? What’s that? I don’t need anything like that," Evan spoke, as if everything Theron had been saying was flying out through the other head. He slowly lifted Rin’s wrist to his lips, sniffing his skin like a starved beast.

"Don’t..."

But the Duke didn’t listen.

He brought the wrist to his mouth, teeth brushing the delicate skin near the gland.

Rin whimpered in his sleep, turning his face into the pillow.

Evan’s tongue flicked over the spot as he also let out a moan, his other hand, grabbing his swollen pants.

He opened his mouth... About to bite.

Theron’s body reacted before his brain did. He grabbed Rin’s hand and yanked it from Evan’s mouth.

"What the hell are you doing, Your Grace?" Theron growled.