Carnivals: Claimed By The Deranged Alpha Prince [BL]-Chapter 258: Aftermath

Blaze’s pov

My head hurt massively when I blinked my eyes open and I instantly closed them back. I let out a low groan as I massaged my forehead, feeling extremely grateful that the curtains weren’t opened right now.

With a long groan, I slowly sat up, and then I let my eyes wander around. The entire room smelt strongly of sex, lingering rut, of omega, and of my mate.

I blinked once then twice, and slowly, bits of the previous days began to rush into my head. I carefully slid out of the bed and then I winced at the pain that shot through my legs.

Fucking hell.

My phone indicated that my rut had lasted for four days.

Damn.

I felt genuine shock engulf me for a moment. My previous ruts usually last a week, and the fact that this present one lasted four days means my wolf got satisfied real quick than it used to.

As I rose to my feet, while more memories returned, I realized that I had never felt so sated after a rut. Usually after a rut, I always end up in a slump of bad mood, but right now, I surprisingly felt energized on the inside.

After a moment, I also realized that I could feel my mate inside me once again, way more present than I’ve felt his presence inside of me in the past.

I turned around and stared down at the bed, feeling something squeeze at my chest as I stared at the lump of body in my bed, which was covered with the sheets.

As I climbed into the bed and tugged the sheets off, the smell of omega slammed me right in the chest and at first, I felt taken aback and confused, and as the rest of the memories of the past few days fully returned, I found myself blinking in surprise and awe while trying to figure out if he was now an omega, or if he had always been one but also didn’t know.

He had always acted like an omega, like your omega. A part of my mind was quick to supply as I kept staring at his sleeping face.

I pulled the rest of the sheets off, and then horror filled my entire body as I took in his entire body.

He looked like he got mauled by an animal.

Gods.

There were marks everywhere, bites marks and fingerprints all over every inch of his body. There were fingerprints around his wrists, his throat, his ass, his waist, his hips, his thighs, and even his ankles. His throat was blue black, his chest and the inner parts of his thighs was a completely different story.

Oh fucking hell.

I cursed myself over and over again as I hurriedly rushed to the bathroom to run a bath for him. Worry began to gnaw at my inside. All that transpired between the rut period had returned back to me and I was mortified by some of the things I did to him.

The whole breeding thing had never happened with others in the past, and I guess that’s why I never expected that to come out this time. That was partly because my wolf never fully liked any other omega who had spent my past ruts with me. I guess it was because my wolf was fully smitten with the labyrinth that was why it chose to go all out this time.

I had been so rough with him, so rough and cruel.

Fuck.

Was he scared of me? Does he hate me now?

This was the exact reason why I was skeptical about him spending the rut with me, because I knew I could be a lot.

Once the bath was ready, I added a bunch of things in it to help soothe his bruises I gave him. My stomach twisted at that thought and my heart lodged in my throat as I headed back to the room.

I kissed and brushed his cheek with my finger and as he began to stir, I picked him up and headed for the bathroom.

"Alpha?" He whispered as he struggled to blink his eyes open. My cock stirred in hunger but I ignored it, knowing that was because a few bits of rut was yet to disappear. The realization that I made him call me that during the rut made me feel mad at myself because now I was wondering if that weirded him out.

"Blaze has got you, bunny." I spoke softly, kissing his forehead and then I lowered him into the bath.

He blinked slowly as most of the sleep cleared away from his eyes.

"Blaze?" He called out almost tentatively and I knelt beside the bed, feeling like the biggest asshole ever.

"I’m so sorry, bunny. I fucked up big time, i didn’t mean to lose control like that, it was all my wolf. Please don’t be scared of me, don’t hate me, please, bunny." I whispered, feeling extremely desperate on the inside and completely uncaring. All that I care about right now was making things right with him.

He blinked slowly, looking almost confused.

"W- what? I’m not afraid of you?" He began, tone sounding like a question.

"You’re not?" I held my breath this time till he nodded, and then the breath whooshed out of me in a go.

"I knew you were like that because you were in rut. I knew it wasn’t you in control. You’re in control once again and you’re feeling sorry and instantly trying to make me feel better, so why should I be scared of you?" He questioned, head tilted sideways.

I huffed out a breath, massaging my forehead.

"I guess its because now I remember how I treated you like you were a–"

"A doll?" He finished the sentence and I reluctantly nodded.

He shrugged a single shoulder, cheeks coloring a little. "Well, I- I liked being treated that way, more than I expected."

My eyes blew open as I watched him bite his bottom lip before adding. "It was hot."

This time, a disbelieving laugh eased out of me.

"You’re unbelievable, bunny." I told him, meaning every word, and then I sobered up.

"I still feel bad though, I bet you’re extremely sore right now."

His cheeks were pink as he nodded. "Well, come join me here so you can make me feel better."

I wanted to refuse because I didn’t trust myself around him yet, but I also couldn’t resist his large, doe eyes, and so I got into the water with him and pulled him against my chest. He sighed dreamily as I began to massage his shoulders and back, head falling forward so I could massage his throat and get easier access to massage his waist and hips.

My cock stirred underneath his warm body and the sweetened scent of his newly awakened omega but I ignored it and massaged his thighs.

He soon began to wiggle against my cock and I held him firmly, warning him to stay still.

"But I want you to fuck me." He pouted and I snorted, feeling proud because he went from being extremely shy around me to openly admitting this right now.

"No. I won’t be fucking you for at least a week, till you’re fully healed." I told him as I began to wash his body with the washcloth.

"No fair." He mumbled and I snorted again.

"But you’re sore." I reminded him and he nodded sheepishly.

"True, but it also feels good when it burns..." he admitted, cheeks pink.

"I’m still not fucking you." I informed him, ignoring the rest of the tantrums he threw throughout the bath, bit before we got out of the bathtub, he was asleep in my arms, rosy lips parted and long lashes fluttering against his soft cheeks.

As I stared at his angelic face, three words spilled past my lips.

"I love you."