The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra
Chapter 171: Unstable (2)

Chapter 171: Unstable (2)

It had become even more rabid in the past few years, and both knew something was wrong. The leader must definitely be up to something; however, they didn’t know what it was or even dared to investigate as they ran for their lives.

However, their luck was about to run out, as in a small country where they tried to keep a low profile, the agents chasing them finally caught them.

There was a fight; actually, calling it a fight was an understatement. His husband risked it all and let Ivo escape, but he still couldn’t escape without a scratch either, aside from his burns all over his body, he had a lot of injuries, so surviving was almost a miracle.

After all, he had to run without stopping to evade his pursuers. While also getting worried for his husband, whom he wasn’t sure was still alive. It was truly... an unforgettable experience that he could never forget, even if he wanted to.

While he was recounting all this, Rave’s hand was already clasped so tightly that his nails were about to sink into his palm and make them bleed. Ivo unclasped those hands and gripped them tightly.

"I don’t know if your dad is still... alive." Ivo almost choked, but he continued with a difficult but hopeful tone, "But he still should be alive, that person... will not kill him... for now."

Ivo’s lips trembled as he forced himself to finish his words. He still wanted to hang on to the fact that his husband would not be killed. However, as he thought about the possible torture that he might be going through, he was truly conflicted and helpless to this.

Rave sensed and witnessed how his father’s emotions also changed in accordance with what he was feeling at the moment; his chest hurt, but he also squeezed Ivo’s hand.

"Dad will surely be alive. We will be complete again." Rave spoke with firmness and the same hopeful tone as his father, as though also convincing himself.

Ivo swallowed the words to himself as he nodded, his eyes heating up. He didn’t try to compose himself in front of his son, and he laid his emotions bare. In this situation, they needed each other, and as much as he wanted to be strong, he had to be honest. The past year was much harder for him, at least before his husband was with him as they watched Rave from afar. But in the past year, he has been truly alone.

If he was still not sure if encountering Rave this early was fine, Ivo was now thankful that they met once more.

The heavy silence shrouded them for a moment as they tried to comfort each other’s feelings. Ivo didn’t want to elaborate more, it wasn’t necessary and would only become a burden for Rave.

Rave didn’t insist; recounting those events would be even harder for his father than listening to them. It was better this way, there was no need to complicate things even further. No matter how strong Rave was, listening to his parents’ sufferings still made his heart in pain.

The silence persisted for a few minutes, before Rave thought of something to ask again. It had been lingering in his mind; now he accepted that Arren’s influence and presence on him had become so deep that he was also one of the important people in Rave’s life.

"The organization... why did they want Arren?" Rave asked, half curious and half wary.

The public might not have known the whole story of what happened at the Moonlight Festival and treated it as a normal terrorist attack, but how could he not know?

As someone who was always with Arren, he knew a lot of things, aside from his own investigation as well, but even if he was only a bystander, Rave still thought it was ridiculous how they mobilized a huge force just to capture Arren.

Ivo seemed not surprised by this question; he noticed that the relationship between Arren and Rave was good and that his son would ask this at some point.

Thinking of Arren, Ivo recalled the beautiful appearance of that child and even his personality; overall, he had a good impression of Arren. So, when he helped Arren, it had largely to do with his status and the fact that he was the son of his friend, a friend he was indebted to. He became even more invested in helping because he quite liked the omega as well; no one wouldn’t like such a sweet and lively child.

Going back to the question, Ivo’s solemnity had become even graver, and a lot of seriousness was now mixed into it.

"As I said earlier, in the past few years, the agents relentlessly chased us, and we had no choice but to leave and hide in a much more remote country. And during that, we also found out the reason why from the agents we captured and interrogated along the way." Ivo didn’t hide that, throughout the years, his hands were truly soaked with blood. They had no choice; it was to kill or be killed.

Rave furrowed his brows, becoming even more eager to know the reason, but at the same time, he also felt the seriousness of the situation from his father’s expressions alone.

"It’s no secret, I’m sure you know that Arielle, Arren’s mother, was a part of the organization."

Rave nodded to affirm; he knew that since the Duchess was also one of the victims of the Bloody Year and was more or less the chaos created by the organization.

Ivo’s expression remained grave. "Arielle was one of the core researchers of the organization. When we joined, she was already a chief researcher and had quite a reputation for her expertise in pheromone research."

It was one of the reasons Ivo always wanted to ask Arielle for help, as they were trying to come up with a solution to Rave’s scent gland problem. She was knowledgeable in this area, and Ivo could even claim that Arielle would be the pioneer of future medicines that related to pheromones itself. Coming up with the most effective inhibitors wasn’t even worth mentioning.

However, she was fascinated and addicted to the idea of the future of genes and pheromones and how far they would evolve humans. To her, pheromones were far more than that, and humans had yet to know the full extent of its functions and abilities.

It was almost ridiculous and crazy, but Ivo didn’t judge her for it, nor was it his business, as he only wanted a solution to his son’s condition.

Until... she succeeded.