The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra
Chapter 172: Go Home

Chapter 172: Go Home

"I also don’t know the full story of what happened, as after that, a lot of researchers escaped, including Arielle." Ivo contemplated as though recalling vividly what had happened in the past. "And I only found out that she married Duke Katz. Even then, we acted as strangers to each other. While we still have to continue the organization because of the medicine we are researching,"

Ivo’s eyes drooped slightly, the sadness lingered and lustered on them. "But how can it be easy to escape the organization... to escape his eyes?" He laughed mockingly, "We don’t know, he... he knows where we are. He... is with everyone all along, deceiving all of us." The sadness was slightly tinged with uncontrolled fear.

"He doesn’t know that Arielle succeeded; even that bloody year, he only had a hunch but not entirely, so she was killed for betraying the organization. About us..." he said, taking a deep breath. Ivo had a hard time formulating his words.

Rave stared at the fear-stricken expression of his father; he knew that the trauma he had about this leader was no less than that of everyone else.

Ivo closed his eyes for a split second, before opening them again. There was now a little bit of resentment in them. His emotions were truly laid bare at this moment, as they changed in a matter of seconds.

"We saw his face, we... accidentally stumbled upon them." The bitter words came out of his lips: "For him, his identity was the most crucial before, and we were hunted down."

"Then, why did both you and Dad... tell anyone or even confess to His Majesty?" Rave still found it unreasonable that they chose to hide instead of confessing to the previous Emperor. He knew there must be a reason for it, and the identity of the leader was in no way simple.

Ivo sighed heavily and grasped Rave’s hand gently. "We did..." he answered, still adding amidst Rave’s surprised eyes. "Do you think we haven’t thought of that? But... I understand His Majesty’s considerations. It was..." Ivo shook his head. The mood was so heavy that Rave almost suffocated. "... not an easy decision for him."

Rave was truly shocked that all this time the previous Emperor knew who had been the leader of the organization all along! And he didn’t take action and chose to be silent. Actually, he already has some of his considerations.

The war may erupt too early. It was one of the top reasons Rave knew that war was inevitable at this point. Time was one of the factors, and which side would take the initiative to tear up the years of peace.

Ivo stared at his son; there was even a hidden emotion mixed into it. Rave could notice it, but there was no way to inquire.

"Son, I will meet His Majesty," he declared without hesitation, Ivo knew it was now time to reveal himself and turned himself. "I’ll tell him everything I know. And... son, you will know it as well."

For why Ivo didn’t tell his son the identity of the leader, it was also his consideration as a father. However, everything was temporary; the future had a lot in store for them.

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"We are going home?" Arren smiled, leaning on the railings of the balcony and looking at Spade.

The alpha nodded at him. Arren now laughed, seeing that even though this was the correct decision, there was also hesitation in his eyes. He knew why Spade was feeling like that. They had the same feeling at this time.

This vacation was truly something they wouldn’t forget, for some reasons both positive and negative. There was a lot that happened that they didn’t anticipate.

Arren wasn’t satisfied, he wanted to stay. But he also didn’t want to be stubborn, as he could understand how urgent the situation was. Still, he only understood, and deep inside his heart, he was upset that they could only enjoy the vacation from their first day. Since after they went back to the capital, the suffocation they had been feeling would return.

"If you want, we can—" As Spade approached him and slightly caged his body to the railings, Arren reached out and encircled his arms around the alpha’s neck and took the initiative to press their lips together.

His kiss was full of need but playful at the same time; his tongue began to tease Spade’s lower lip, asking for entry. Arren was always closing his eyes every time he was kissing Spade, this time, he tried to open his eyes slightly.

It was for no other reason than wanting to know Spade’s expression when they kissed—if he had the same intoxicated expression as he did when they were kissing.

And the moment that he did, he instantly locked eyes with Spade, who was also looking at him with half-lidded eyes. Their lips remained pressed against each other, and as their eyes met, the same expressions and emotions lingered on them.

Before long, the hunger accumulated, and Spade’s arms encircled Arren’s waist, but as he was going to deepen the kiss, Arren teasingly pulled away.

A playful smirk curled on his lips when the alpha chased his lips before biting his lips. He stared into Arren’s lips with a heated gaze before staring into his eyes.

Arren’s laughter sounded between them; it didn’t help but make the tension between them ignite even more as Spade tightly locked Arrren within his arms.

"I don’t have any objection to returning home," he whispered. The hot breath which was now influenced by the passion accumulated in his heart, brushed the alpha’s face, and the intense need grew stronger in those amber eyes.

Arren really liked it, when Spade wasn’t concealing his needs for him like he was. He leaned slightly, closing the distance between their faces.

It was so close that Arren could see how Spade’s throat bobbed from his action, obviously affected by him. His menacing smirk lingered before he whispered in an almost hoarse voice, "How about we cross out one of my bucket lists for this vacation first?"

Spade slightly swallowed, pulling Arren to his body. The heat emitting from them intensified with each passing second. Even without the pheromones to confirm it, their actions speak louder, they both wanted each other.

"What is it?" Spade swallowed; he knew that what was about to come out of Arren’s lips was going to awaken his beastly desire. He knew it was a trap, but he couldn’t help himself from taking the trap for himself.

Arren’s eyes brightened, but the captivating luster lingered on them even more. "Sex on the beach," he revealed with a sexy laughter that made Spade’s heart itch.

He almost cursed; he knew it was a trap—a sexy trap made by his omega.