Chapter 61 A plea for his ass.

Chapter 61: Chapter 61 A plea for his ass.

Without anyone saying a word, Noah realized he was grounded in the clinic—or whatever this medical wing was called. His head swirled with heavy, unimaginable thoughts he felt too ashamed to voice out loud. Every inch of his body ached with deep pain that refused to ease.

"Let me help you. I don’t think you’re in any condition to walk right now," Killian offered, his voice full of genuine concern. But Noah shifted away immediately. He didn’t want help from any of them—not Killian, not Eugene, not Damian, and not Marcus.

"You four are also in pain. I’m not the only one dealing with whatever this is. So help yourselves first." He reached slowly for the door handle, but before he could turn it, his body swayed dangerously. Eugene, who was closest, caught him just in time.

"Being stubborn won’t help any of us. I’m carrying you, and nothing you say right now will stop me." Noah wanted to fight back, but his body had grown so weak he could barely believe it was his own.

Was this how omegas always felt? It was truly infuriating. It didn’t seem fair to have so many limitations just because of what he was. Who made these rules anyway, and why did they always put omegas on the receiving end?

"Either you like it or not, you can’t walk. I can see how your legs keep shaking like noodles. One more step and you’re finished," Damian added, backing up Eugene’s words.

Noah glared at him from where he stood. Just as he opened his mouth to protest, Eugene lifted him effortlessly and threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"This isn’t right. It’s embarrassing. Let me down!" Noah kicked his legs weakly in the air, but Eugene only smirked and kept walking. He occasionally paused, clearly trying to hide his own growing discomfort, which seemed to intensify whenever Noah moved.

"Take it easy with the steps. Don’t hurt him," Killian said protectively. Eugene rolled his eyes in response. Of course—this was the effect of the alpha rut making them extra protective over their omega.

"I’m not a thorn, Killian, so I won’t tear him apart. Relax. I’m just carrying him." The others followed closely as Eugene reached the visitors’ room, which sat just steps away from the main entrance. It was surprisingly large, dominated by a huge king-size bed that looked big enough for all of them to fall onto at once.

Noah wondered if the person in charge had planned the arrangement this way because the bed looked almost too convenient. What was with the flowers placed at the corners too? The scent felt overpowering.

Marcus pinched his nose for a moment and inhaled sharply. "The flowers here are too much. They make me want to puke." He made a face and dropped straight onto the bed beside where Noah was gently placed.

Noah, now tucked softly in the middle, frowned. He wondered if he was the only one feeling this level of discomfort. The air felt thick and warm.

"Well guys, this is embarrassing, I know. Let’s just set aside what happened back there for a moment. Right now, am I the only one feeling so hot?" Noah admitted, his voice raw. He knew it sounded shameless, but he lacked the strength to phrase it better. His legs kept pressing together as waves of heat rolled through him.

"Do you want to hear us say it?" Damian asked without waiting for a reply. He gestured toward his own situation, where clear signs of arousal showed. "You can see how affected I am. I’m craving real connection right now, and I know I shouldn’t say it like this, but you’re really getting to me, Ash."

Noah’s face burned red immediately. This wasn’t the conversation they should be having. They were supposed to be focused on the guy who haunted both his reality and his dreams—the hunter who kept appearing. That was the real threat they needed to tackle, not this overwhelming tension. Yet with the current situation, clear thinking felt almost impossible. His mind kept drifting into forbidden territory.

Hadn’t that figure once told him in a dream that his name was Ken? How had it changed? He felt manipulated even in his own dreams.

"Damian, you shouldn’t say things like that. It’s very improper," Marcus corrected, still stretched out on the bed. He moved his legs in a way that unintentionally drew attention, and for reasons Noah couldn’t explain, his eyes kept following the motion—from strong thighs down to the way the grey pants shifted. And the clear dick print.

"Okay, I’ll come clean. I’ve been thinking about getting closer to you, Noah. I’ve wondered what it would feel like to hold you properly and squeeze that bouncy ass," Marcus said, his voice low and sultry. The words pulled Noah in despite himself. He breathed harder, relieved no one seemed to notice his flustered reaction. But Killian, seated quietly in a lone chair, observed everything with sharp eyes.

Noah shivered. The way they spoke made him feel exposed. And now Marcus—usually more reserved—was talking this openly.

"Don’t say that to me. It’s inappropriate. You can’t just... we aren’t official. I can’t let that happen," Noah stopped himself mid-sentence, realizing he had rushed ahead. No one had mentioned anything about being official, yet he had jumped straight there. The shame washed over him in waves.

"I was only imagining it, Ash. How good it would feel," Marcus continued, leaning closer now, clearly affected. "And just thinking about it is making things harder for me." His body showed the truth of his words as he shifted.

He leaned in, trying to capture Noah’s lips. "I want you, Ash. Please, just a kiss."

That request felt dangerous. Noah knew that in his current state, even one kiss could pull him under completely. Giving himself over so quickly didn’t feel wise, especially with the fear that they might eventually choose Sylvia and leave him discarded.

"I’m sorry. I can’t." He stood up quickly, trying to walk away, but stopped right in front of Eugene, who towered over him.

"And where do you think you’re heading to?" Eugene asked. He stood so close that his fresh, minty breath brushed against Noah’s face.

"I want some time alone. This is too much for me to handle—you four here with me is just overwhelming." Noah clutched at his chest, but Eugene wasn’t backing down.

"Sure about that? Mind if I show you how gently I can be right now?"

Noah felt alarmed. Even the usually cold Prince Eugene now looked at him with heavy, intense eyes full of longing, like a man hopelessly drawn in.

"I’m starving to touch you," Eugene said, reaching out. Noah slipped through the gap between his legs in a quick move, escaping before stumbling right into Killian’s lap. His head landed directly against Killian’s middle. Mouth almost caught at his cock, hands around his arousal and face deep in his pants.

"Now look what you’ve caused, little kitten. Why don’t you make your president a happy man?" Before Noah could react, Killian reached for his belt. Noah’s eyes widened. He bolted up fast, rushing straight to the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him.

He leaned against the cool wood, breathing hard, heart pounding wildly. The room outside fell into a charged silence for a moment.