Into the Rose Garden Novel - Chapter 19.2 Mad dog hunt and finally mine

The man, unable to finish his sentence, widened his eyes and looked down at the blade embedded in his solar plexus. Then he saw the cane handle, from which bright red blood dripped, and the gloved hand gripping it and twisting it slightly, before slowly raising his head to stare at the smiling Kloff.

“Say that again. Who’s whose wife?”

“Cough…”

Silver coins spilled from the man’s trembling hand.

As one man fell to the ground and writhed, the other two were terrified.

“Murder!”

They pulled out their daggers and swung them wildly. Pushing Aeroc further into the alley, Kloff raised his sword. No matter how seasoned these men were in the underbelly, they were no match for Kloff’s skill, who had formally learned swordsmanship. One of them swung his dagger and got stabbed in the arm. Losing his balance, he stumbled backward and tripped over his dead comrade’s body. And before he could scream, his throat was pierced.

Seeing that, the baker turned pale and ran towards the alley entrance. Just as Kloff was about to chase him, the baker was struck in the back of the neck by a heavy weapon that appeared from somewhere just before he could escape the entrance, and he collapsed. The Marquis’s subordinate appeared, looked at the other corpses expressionlessly, then gestured towards Kloff.

Kloff approached Aeroc, who was standing at the far end of the alley. Aeroc, apparently in shock, couldn’t take his eyes off the corpses being dragged away by the Marquis’s subordinate, and he took two steps back as Kloff came within arm’s reach. His blue eyes were filled with terror.

At that moment, Kloff felt his stomach, which had been calm for a few days, churn again. A metallic tang filled his throat. He barely managed to swallow the rising bile and tried to smile, but it didn’t quite work. Hot blood still dripped from the blade of the cane in his hand. It was natural for Aeroc to fear him. But he couldn’t stay like this.

Kloff extended his hand. His overly suppressed, chilling voice and stiff tone had long since escaped his control. If he didn’t force himself to speak that way, he felt he would collapse right then.

“Come here.”

Pale Aeroc looked at the outstretched hand, then raised his gaze again to stare at Kloff. His expression was very complex. Fear, pain, sorrow. The arrogance and sarcasm he had seen before were gone, replaced by a grief so profound it was difficult to even glimpse. Each moment of facing it was a burning agony for Kloff.

Why… why… must I feel such emotions for him? I will only be rejected again, so why did I extend my hand? Just as a once cherished lover had done, this beautiful creature would surely turn away, disgusted by his violent and cruel nature. Before their accidental meeting today, he hadn’t even wanted to see him. Blood dripped and pooled inside his gut. His head spun, and his body lost strength, unable to sustain his outstretched arm.

As his arm slowly began to lower, Aeroc took a step forward. Still gazing at Kloff, he took another step and reached out to grasp the arm that was slipping down. And then he came completely close and stood by Kloff’s side.

Kloff couldn’t move a muscle, fearing that Aeroc would flee if he stirred even slightly. The blue eyes, shining like jewels even in the darkness, came right up to his nose, then disappeared behind eyelids. Instead, soft blond hair brushed his chin. Breathing in the scent he had missed so terribly, Kloff embraced the person who had come into his arms on his own accord.

Aeroc, who was stumbling from various shocks, couldn’t walk all the way home. More than that, Kloff, who was hard with excitement from the killing and the relief of finally having him in his grasp, coupled with the scent from Aeroc’s body, was also in no condition to walk. Before they even left the alley and reached the main street of the underbelly, the Marquis’s subordinate guided them ‘outside.’

“Don’t worry about the cleanup. We’ll handle it.”

Contrary to his gruff words, he even kindly hailed a carriage for them. When Kloff thanked him, the reply was, “Don’t thank me, thank the Lord.” The Lord undoubtedly referred to Marquis Ulfrake.

He had thought of him as a strange man who harbored hostility without reason, but he never imagined owing him such a debt. And he never imagined that Aeroc, whose whereabouts had been untraceable and who had driven him to distraction, would be wandering the underbelly, accidentally discovered by him, escaping the brink of rape, and now sitting beside him, leaning on his shoulder as if tired.

The word “rape” sent a chill down Kloff’s spine. His hands and feet trembled, and he suddenly disliked how gently he had killed those three men. He should have flayed them piece by piece, then poured acid on their exposed flesh and organs to dissolve them. If Aeroc hadn’t been there, he might have actually done so.

Kloff, looking exhausted, closed his eyes and hugged the person leaning against him, burying his nose in the soft blond hair.

The carriage soon arrived at the house. Not wanting to wake the person in his arms, he pulled the cloak around him, carefully lifted him, and stepped out of the carriage. He tried to move as carefully as possible, but he heard a sleepy voice, though he didn’t know when Aeroc had woken up.

“Where is this? It’s not the mansion.”

“My house.”

“What?”

Suddenly, Aeroc began to squirm. Kloff set him down before he could fall, and Aeroc, looking bewildered, ran a hand through his hair.

“Call a carriage. I need to go home.”

Kloff had no intention of doing so. He knocked on the front door to call Martha, while firmly gripping Aeroc’s wrist to prevent him from escaping.

Martha, who was about to scold her master for appearing late at night, fell silent upon seeing Aeroc being dragged in. She scrutinized him, then silently moved aside to let Kloff go upstairs.

“You’ll be taking tomorrow off, won’t you?”

She asked as he ascended the stairs, and Kloff nodded.

“Contact the office and tell them to postpone or cancel all appointments for the next two days. And don’t come upstairs. If I need anything, I’ll come down.”

At his words, Martha covered her mouth and nodded. Aeroc, being dragged by Kloff, cried out, “W-what are you doing!” and tried to pull his hand away, but Kloff had no intention of letting go.

“If you don’t want to be taken right here in the hallway, shut up and follow me.”

He dragged the resisting Aeroc, who was like livestock being led to slaughter, to the bedroom in the center of the second floor. Since he was already called a brutish barbarian, he decided to truly become one for the refined nobleman. He only removed Aeroc’s cloak and then threw him onto the large bed.

“Ugh, what are you doing!”

Regardless of Aeroc’s protests, Kloff didn’t reply and first locked the door. It couldn’t be opened from the inside without a key. He then closed the windows and drew the curtains. He put the key in his jacket pocket, then took off the jacket and hung it on a chair. Then he approached the bed.

Seeing that, Aeroc tried to escape from the bed. Kloff grabbed him and threw him back onto the bed, and Aeroc, falling backward, looked at Kloff with a terrified expression. There was nothing much to say. Kloff sighed briefly and then took off Aeroc’s jacket. He grabbed Aeroc’s squirming legs, pulled off his shoes, and threw them off the bed.

“Kloff, j-just a moment.”

“Shut up. Before I kill you.”

He meant it. If Aeroc resisted now, Kloff felt he would truly kill Aeroc and then himself. Aeroc, intimidated by his fierce demeanor, turned pale. And then he clamped his mouth shut. He seemed to offer a weak resistance, then covered his face with his arms and just bit his lips. Seeing his body tremble faintly, Kloff felt a cold wind sweep through his chest, but he ignored it. He felt like he would die if he didn’t make Aeroc his own right then.

As he took off Aeroc’s vest and unbuttoned his shirt, Aeroc’s unique scent wafted strongly. It was a deeply lewd scent, mixed with the Alpha scent and a strong omega scent. He had smelled it before, but this time the concentration was different. It was as thick as if Aeroc had engaged in a messy affair. Kloff’s hands, gripping the white shirt, trembled. No matter how hard he tried to hold it back, the uncontrollable rage burst forth.

“Who did you roll with? Was it those bastards earlier?”

When he pressed the accusation in a barely spat-out, sharp voice, Aeroc, who had been covering his face with his arms and desperately avoiding eye contact, quickly looked up, shook his head, and looked at Kloff.

“No.”

“Then did you buy a prostitute?”

“I never did.”

“Then why did you go there! What’s with this worn-out, male-prostitute-like scent!”

When Kloff roared, Aeroc visibly flinched. His eyes, filled with palpable fear, couldn’t close his terrified, open mouth, and he tried to say something several times before finally clamping his mouth shut again. Seeing him turn away, Kloff felt like he was going to snap. No, had he already snapped?

“Fine. I don’t care who you were with or what you did. I’ll just make sure you can’t do it again.”

With those words, he stripped Aeroc completely naked. Aeroc seemed too frightened to resist his rough movements, which tore clothes and sent buttons flying, without a care.

Aeroc’s naked body was vastly different from what Kloff’s subconscious had imagined. It was only natural. He was of noble birth, well-fed and well-dressed. As an Alpha, his slender body, not merely small and soft, was beautifully muscled and lean. His skin, a subtle pearly white and as smooth as silk, was naturally free of even a single scratch.

What stood out on his body were the faint marks of heat in places, flushed with shame, the slightly erect pink nipples exposed to the air, and the extremely provocative-colored genitalia nestled between pubic hair as soft as his head hair. Aeroc seemed to sense Kloff’s eyes raking over him, as he turned his body sideways and curled up, simultaneously pulling the sheet. It was a futile gesture, but cute enough that Kloff let him be.

Perhaps still uneasy, Aeroc stealthily moved to the edge of the bed when Kloff began to undress himself. He kept looking back at Kloff with extreme fear, then at the door. Kloff merely chuckled, unsure whether to praise his persistence in not giving up, or if he was deliberately trying to provoke him.

Startled by the low chuckle, Aeroc turned his head over his exposed shoulder to see Kloff staring at him, and he recoiled again. Unable to bear it any longer, Kloff, now completely naked, approached him, grabbed his sheet-entangled legs, and dragged him closer.

“Please… Kloff… I…”

“Alpha or whatever, it doesn’t matter now. No matter what you say, I will have you.”

Aeroc squeezed his eyes shut at Kloff’s rough, resolute voice, stained with lust. And he remained still even as Kloff grabbed his ankles and spread his legs. As Kloff pulled both ankles towards him, a thick scent flowed from between Aeroc’s slightly parted legs.

Intoxicated by the scent, Kloff spread Aeroc’s rather firm legs and inserted his middle finger between them.

“Ugh.”

Aeroc grimaced in pain. Kloff had suspected it since the scent flowed from between his legs. But Aeroc’s body so easily swallowed his finger, and Kloff felt like he was going insane with endless jealousy. Instead of being gentle, he deliberately stirred his finger mischievously. Aeroc’s lips parted, and he writhed.

“Ah… hngh…”

“How many have you rolled with? To be so wet as an Alpha. Did you get taken, rather than taking an omega, perhaps? A body as worn out as an omega’s, yet you pretended to be expensive.”

He had heard that some Alphas liked to be taken from behind. That’s why they sometimes preferred male omegas. Aeroc couldn’t respond to the vulgar insults. Far from speaking, he trembled, covering his mouth with both hands, as Kloff, who had now inserted his index finger as well, thrust roughly. Kloff, who had flinched at Aeroc’s apparent pain, soon let out a stifled moan, and then more harsh curses burst forth.

“Damn male prostitute. Did you get screwed so much your scent changed, and you can feel it from behind now?”

“Ah… ah… hngh… ungh… ah-ung.”

Between the continuous moans, Aeroc shook his head roughly, but it wasn’t a denial. It was because the fingers inside his body had traced his inner walls and pressed firmly on a swollen spot. When that spot was first pressed, he let out a gasp of shock. He seemed to hold his breath, then soon let out faint moans and panted.

So much lubricant flowed that it didn’t even need any. It loosened so easily with just a little touch that three fingers were quickly swallowed. Kloff’s enraged Alpha eyes saw Aeroc’s stiffly erect nipples and his hardened penis dripping clear fluid, but there was no time for foreplay now.

Kloff angrily pulled out his fingers. Then, he tore Aeroc’s legs wide apart, which were now struggling to close, and thrust his fiercely erect penis in, all the way to the root, in one go.

“Aah…”

The person, pierced by the same male organ, betraying the laws of nature, let out a pathetic moan and trembled limb by limb. His blue eyes, looking at the approaching figure casting a shadow for a deeper union, were filled only with despair.

Heavy breathing filled the room. If it weren’t for the high-quality mattress, the bed might have been screaming by now. Two naked bodies, drenched in sweat and bodily fluids, intertwined.

“Ungh… Ah-hngh… Aah…”

“Kuh.”