Chapter Sixteen

Warning: R18 content.

"Russien, my dear best friend of all season, you need to tell me who did this to this flower!" Dr. Mendez was very enthusiastic and took us out for dessert since we were getting hungry already. Lucky for us, all of us liked sweets.

"Probably the one who was doing the body parts exhibits. Thank you for crushing the only thing that keeps me going now." Although I was sarcastic, I was still really annoyed with the way they handled the flower.

"Body parts? Isn't it only about skeletons? What other body part is being displayed now?" JJ poured chocolate syrups over the pancakes until the bottle got emptied.

I knew that Caesar wanted to keep it confidential. He even convinced Jacob to shut the fuck up, but I figured that being quiet won't get this thing moving forward. The culprit wants attention and giving that person the exposure he wants is my only option to keep him dropping hints. So, I talked about it and let other people in the cafe heard us.

"There were fourteen omega glands displayed in the church! They were displayed on the altar, and the church and police don't want to talk about it."

Carlos almost choked. "What?"

"Wait, is it connected with the missing kids here?" Dr. Mendez held my hand, which JJ quickly hit. "Why are you friends with a brutal woman here?"

"Take a hint and shut the fuck up," JJ said and called for the waiter to wrap the food. There were only a few things we could openly talk about, and some needs to be kept between us. We then separated from there.

When the two left, I took JJ near to Kaye's apartment and pointed her to JJ. "That's Kaye Langdon. Dr. Mendez cares about her and her family, and I have been awfully familiar here, so I couldn't tail her to know her whereabouts. Her brother is a missing omega, and she thinks he's already dead. I need to know any information about her. So, do your thing, okay?"

"Sure."

"And... I know you need a place, but you can't stay with me for now. Mr. Caesar's investigating this case too, and we have some disagreements regarding work. My telephone number is still the same. Let's keep in touch like in the old days."

"Mr. Caesar? Why are you so formal with your alpha?" Of all the things, she was more intrigued by that.

I gulped and admitted, "Well, we're not dating."

"Rion? I already expected that you're the type to play hard to get but playing wild and not giving a fuck with labels? How can you jump to pregnancy and not date?"

I was so embarrassed. "So what?"

"Oh, you and that alpha are the same. You are so focused on your jobs, smartass, socially withdrawn, nerds..."

"Are you insulting us?"

"A little bit," She admitted and gave me a piece of self-righteous advice. "Listen, you're the kid who never got adopted, but that doesn't mean you're unwanted. If you like him, then get him. Don't be afraid to be with someone who makes you feel secure."

"Although that doesn't sound like 'a little bit', thanks for your words."

I forgot that I was sleep-deprived, and exhaustion caught up to me when I returned to my apartment. The stairs were exasperatingly long, and I was out of breath when I got to my doorstep.

And like what Jillian said, a presence that makes me feel secure was waiting for me there. From his light scent, I knew that it was Caesar. Even calling him by his name in my inner thoughts makes me feel shy.

"Hi." He said with a cold foggy breath exiting through his pale lips. He doesn't even wear a scarf or jacket, unlike his usual outfit.

"How long have you been out here?" I opened the door and let him in, yet a warm embrace weighted me from behind. He didn't say any words but his shivering arms wrapped over my waist told me he's been waiting for me for a while now.

"I'll get you a mobile phone, is it okay with you?" He asked as he burrowed his head to my nape. "I promise, it's so that you can call me anytime when you need me or when I need to talk to you."

I knew that Dr. Ting had replaced him to handle the case. It was pretty amusing how he had to find other things so that he could hug me for comfort.

"Fine. But don't buy it if it's too expensive. Do you want hot tea?"

A light chuckle emanated from him, "Yes, please."

I prepared a cup of green tea for him and mixed it with hot milk like what he had given me back then. He followed me to my tiny kitchen and gave me some instructions here and there.

We drank tea together. And we reclined on the couch for a while as we watched a random show on the television. It took us a whole episode of drama we really couldn't follow before starting a conversation about our honest thoughts. We don't know who the actors were or which characters they were playing. We don't see the dilemma they have, nor could we understand the plot we were watching. We just sat there and drank our tea quietly.

"About the investigation, I'm sorry about what you heard in the hospital," he sincerely apologized.

Our cups were lying on the table, one half-empty, the other with little to none. I stared at Caesar's cup, which he couldn't finish. Perhaps it wasn't to his liking.

"It's okay. I'll proceed with my investigation, and you do yours. I understand, Ce-Caesar."

He took his cup and drank it even if it had already turned cold. At that moment, a surge of wild cedar permeated the air. He stared at me with his dark brown eyes, glowing like gold. I realized that his eye color was hazel, not brown, not dark. I gazed at those eyes that were only looking at me. I was so preoccupied with our differences in social positions, or perhaps I was too focused on my insecurities, that I never thought he had only set his eyes on me.

"Russien," He called me by my name, and I shut him up with a kiss that was supposed to land on his lips, yet impulsiveness and inexperience got me to bite his chin instead.

"Sorry," I was out of words to mend that mistake. Caesar held my chin gently, and he also landed a peck on it. He smirked and maybe enjoyed how I made a fool out of myself. "I'm ten years older than you, Russien. Are you sure you want to drop the honorifics?"

His eyes leered into me, searching for an answer. I was like a rat enticed with cheese in a trap. "It's better than being too formal," I dared to reason out. Embarrassment got me feeling so fuzzy, and I wanted to bury myself somewhere. But as I flinched to move away, he wrapped his hand over my head and pulled me towards him.

A warm sultry kiss first, and then a series of passionate kissing. My alpha's lips locked into mine. Bites and smooching, Caesar kissed me until I gasped for a bit of a break. Yet he was too stingy and quenched his thirst first and foremost.

He then stopped midway. He carried me, straddling me on his thighs, and his hand undressed my cardigan gently. He looked at me and kindly asked, "Can I?"

My alpha was cutely asking for my consent. I couldn't hide the blush on my cheeks, and I smilingly consented to his request. "Can we move to my bed instead?"

Contrary to that gentle request, he got so wild and carried me to my bed without giving me time to resist any of his kisses. He laid me on my soft bedsheets and worshipped my body first. He took away my clothes one by one and caressed my skin like I was made of fragile glass. His kisses on my chest got me so tingly and embarrassed. Beneath him, how much he touches me made me anticipate more.

Just the moment he was about to touch me down there, his mobile phone rang, irritating my ears and expectations!

He took it and shamelessly answered the call. I watched him expressionlessly nod to whatever was conveyed to him through the phone. "Yes, I'll be there." He replied and turned the phone away.

I thought things were over, and he'll be leaving soon, so I picked up my clothes, yet he rushed and took his sweater off. I knew from before that he was the textbook definition of what an Alpha looks like, but it still amazes me when he shows off that body to me. "Ah! Didn't you say that you'll be there?"

"I didn't say right away, though"

"So he can be naughty too?" I asked myself in my mind. I thought that he was too mature to be human, but it turned out that he was just a man too. He has desires like me.

He kissed me again and licked his mark on my nape. "Russien, you're beautiful," He whispered. That awful compliment tugged my heart into endless ripples.

He cuddled me and got me intoxicated with his kisses. My brain was out of thought until a sharp pain struck my inner walls. I could smell his scent stronger, but that wasn't what attracted me to make love with him. I observed his expression one more time. He was filled with desires and passion, even though it was very subtle. I clung to him, marked his neck, and pierced my existence in his entire being.

He's mine. I wanted him the same way he wanted me.

I couldn't remember how long he held me that day. His words were kind and gentle, yet his actions were not. Every time he thrust his way inside me, he was forceful until the line between pain and pleasure blurred between us.

It was sweet and exhausting until I slept, clinging to his arms. I remember him kissing my forehead and tucking me into my bed. I thought it was a dream, so I brazenly held his hand and begged him, "Will you be mine?"