The Omega Princess and Her Two Leashes - Chapter 17

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Chapter 17

Clang!

The sound of a sword being unsheathed followed immediately. The air grew heavy with killing intent and the blade’s aura. With a whoosh, the blade sliced through the crack in the door and, without hesitation, swung down, cleanly severing the latch.

“What the…!”

It was no joke. The frozen Leybid moved urgently.

Crash!

The door burst open, and Carmin Modreo stepped inside.

The canopy bed’s curtains rustled, briefly revealing the figure of Arlenrose within. The princess he served was fast asleep, the covers pulled up to her neck.

A gust of wind sent the curtains billowing. Carmin turned his head and his gaze fell upon the wide-open window. Beyond it was nothing but pitch-black darkness.

Carmin Modreo stood there for a long moment before turning and leaving.

* * *

“Gasp!”

Arlenrose’s eyes flew open and she bolted upright in terror.

She had no memory of anything after the moment she had been suffocated by Leybid’s pheromones. A shiver ran down her spine as she hurriedly pulled back the covers, revealing the dress she had worn yesterday. It was neatly fastened, without a wrinkle out of place.

What on earth had happened? Arlenrose held her breath as she slowly recalled the events of the previous day. She remembered vividly how she had been consumed by an uncontrollable s*xual urge, overwhelmed by his thick, potent pheromones.

Her hands, still clutching the covers, trembled. She felt disgusted and humiliated. No matter how strong she was, she was still just an omega, her body reacting involuntarily to an alpha’s pheromones, going into heat regardless of her will. It was a moment of stark realization.

Only omegas could bear alphas, so the very existence of alphas depended on omegas, yet this discriminatory hierarchy had been established for no good reason.

For alphas, it was far easier and more convenient to have a world where they could oppress and dominate omegas, exploiting them for their pregnancies and births. They were not so benevolent as to ignore such an obvious means to their ends.

Why had God created omegas as such beings? Or perhaps God had intended for this social structure. If so, then her own liberation movement was nothing more than futile attempt.

Arlenrose buried her face in her hands, despair washing over her anew. Then she paused, realizing something.

Her head felt clear. Her body felt light.

If she had lost consciousness while still exposed to the pheromones, this would not be the case. And there was no way a lecher like Leybid would have left her alone in that state.

Arlenrose hurriedly checked her body. There were no signs of intimacy that she could see. But then, in an instant, she realized something crucial and gasped.

Her undergarments were gone.

Beneath her skirt, her v*lva was exposed. The sensation of emptiness and coolness down there was eerie now that she was conscious.

“What the…”

Arlenrose bit her lip and searched the bed and its surroundings thoroughly. But no matter how much she looked, her undergarments were nowhere to be found. Not even a scrap of fabric.

It was clear that someone had taken them deliberately. And there was only one person she could think of who might have done it.

Why on earth had he taken them? As proof that he had seen her n*ked? Or…

“Pervert…”

Arlenrose muttered through gritted teeth. The fact that someone had removed her undergarment while she was unconscious was sickeningly revolting. The possibility that he might have done more than that made it even worse.

There was no point in staying locked up in her room and speculating. Arlenrose roughly threw off her dress and stood before her dresser in her chemise.

She picked up two of the many pill bottles in the drawer. Until now, she had taken one before starting her day, but from now on, she planned to take two. She was dealing with the pheromones of an individual that one was not enough to counteract.

“Ugh…”

Arlenrose grimaced in discomfort as she popped the pills into her mouth.

Even one had been unpleasant, but now she would have to endure twice the nausea and stomach pain as a side effect. And her tolerance was growing, meaning she would need to take more and more pills over time.

Knock, knock!

Just as she finished swallowing the second bottle, a knock sounded at the door.

“Your Highness, are you awake?”

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