Chapter 11 - Ange, My Angel
Translator's Note:
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Fated Mate (4)
With no time to prepare, Ange was taken to the Tikaani estate as he was, still dressed in his regular work clothes.
The mansion, located in the most prestigious part of Eastschist, was enormous.
They passed through towering gates, walking down a long driveway lined with trees like a dense forest, until they finally reached the grand entrance.
A crowd of servants greeted them as Ange, wide-eyed, followed inside.
"Your room has been prepared. I'll have someone show you the way. Rest well tonight."
With those words, Ian placed a light kiss on Ange's temple and swiftly turned, ascending the grand staircase.
──"You will be my partner for the upcoming Lunatic Night."
(What did that mean?)
Ange hadn't had the chance to ask on the ride over, and now the question gnawed at him. What was going to happen to him?
He'd overheard the talk of Ian searching for a fated mate, but could Ange really be the one chosen? And if he wasn't, would he be cast out onto the streets once more?
Besides, his heat still hadn't come.
Most Omegas experience their first heat by the age of fifteen. But Ange, now nineteen, had yet to feel even a hint of it.
"──Ange?"
As he walked down a hallway, led by a maid toward his room, Ange froze at the sound of a familiar voice behind him. His shoulders stiffened instinctively.
"Amber…"
He had missed him—more than he could admit. And yet, Ange had tried to avoid seeing him, thinking it was better that way.
No matter how hard he tried not to think of him, Amber would always find his way back into Ange's thoughts: his sweet voice, his perfect features, the amber eyes that when meeting his gaze would make his heart race. And... his scent.
But Ange loathed himself for constantly thinking this way.
How disgraceful, he thought. This must be the wretched nature of my Omega blood.
"Why are you here?"
"...Ian brought me. He, um..."
──To become his bonded mate.
Ange hesitated, not wanting to tell Amber the truth.
But Amber immediately understood.
"Are you a candidate for his bonded mate?"
"I... I guess so... I'm not really sure..." Ange stammered, looking down, not noticing how Amber's amber eyes darkened with a storm of emotion.
"Do you love him?"
"What? No... I mean, he seems to be a nice guy, but..."
If he had to say whether he liked Ian or not, Ange supposed he could grow to like him. But that wasn't love—not in the romantic sense.
As Ange fumbled over his words, Amber gripped his shoulders firmly.
"Do you even know what it means to become someone's bonded mate?"
"W-What's gotten into you all of a sudden? Let go, you're hurting me..."
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