When Calrad said he wouldn’t allow her freedom, does that mean that he’ll arrest and lock her up? Seira opened her mouth to refute, but at some point, was overcome by bewilderment.

‘What the heck?’

Her body didn’t move an inch. She couldn’t even speak. Seira couldn’t use her powers or unleash her  pheromones.

“You look surprised,” Calrad mused, “Yes, I never did force you with my power before. Not even once.”

‘Is this his power?’

Seira tried to recall everything from her memory. What was the sovereign power of Viseltium? As much as she tried hard to think of an answer, Seira couldn’t come up with anything at all.

‘How could he do that?’

Viseltium’s pureblood power was the ability to heal even with the most severe injuries. It was only natural by the time they reach adulthood to exert their physical abilities and power as a master-class slayer, even making arrogant Alphas kneel before them without much effort.

However, there was little to nothing that was known about other abilities.

Calrad approached Seira, who couldn’t even blink an eye. He raised her chin to meet his gaze.

“Let’s finish what we couldn’t do that day seven years ago. After that, I’ll give you freedom again.”

Seira’s face turned white when she realized what he meant.

Was he going to imprint on her, right here, right now?

Beyond the door, most of Hesrad’s high-ranking nobles were gathered. Beyond the railing, there was nothing else which left them completely exposed.

‘No, it’s impossible. He can’t be serious… It’s impossible.’

What was natural was for an imprint to be carried out in a safe place, under the protection of reliable aides. Not only was the relationship preceded, but it was also because they would become defenseless as they were soaked in pheromones while fully focused on each other.

It was simply crazy. Doesn’t Calrad think so, as well?

“Why? Does it sound like a trick?”

Of course it was. It can only be considered a trick, or maybe a bad joke.

“Have I ever lied to you?” Calrad asked with all honesty, “I’ve never broken the slightest word that I’ve ever said to you. You don’t know what I’ve done to get to this point.”

Sadness lingered on his face telling her what he truly felt inside.

“I love only you, Seira, who callously repeats that you don’t love me the same way.”

“…”

“Foolishly, madly in love.”

Calrad looked at Seira and her trembling eyelashes as if she was a poor butterfly caught in a cunning spider’s web. Slowly, the corners of his mouth raised.

He bent down and pulled Seira towards him like two pieces of a puzzle that perfectly fit. He tilted his head slowly, keeping his gaze straight. His breath ticked the tip of her nose, and soon, his lips crashed on to her lips in an intense, slow, and passionate kiss.

Her kiss with her ex-fiance, which she thought was completely over, rocked her mind.

‘How come… How come?!’

After they broke up, she was anything but fine. She ran around in every direction imaginable to find ways to revive Askan. She trained day and night to raise her level, but as the sun set and night fell upon her, there was nothing left but a great sense of loss in her chest.

It took her a whole year to stop crying herself to sleep.

But now, Calrad was trying to make a joke out of all the struggles she went through.

Looking into her purple eyes, Calrad continued to kiss her several times. They were light kisses this time, without the mix of tongues, but the meaning was more than heavy.

“You seem to think I must be out of my mind.”

As he gently touched her lips with his thumb, he lowered his eyes and laughed.

“Did you think I’d be fine then? My beloved companion walks around with her legs spread wide open to any Alpha that came her way.”

Anger was evident in his words as the laughter faded in Calrad’s voice.

“Is this dress and all the jewels from Franto?” he asked with pure disgust.

He took off the earrings that decorated Seira’s ears beautifully, threw them out without care, and even cut off her necklace. Precious jewels twinkled as they spilled down and rolled over the terrace floor.

“You threw away everything I gave you as a gift.”

He grabbed the hem of Seira’s dress and began tearing it off. A part of her thigh wrapped in white tights was revealed with the eerie sound of tearing fabrics.

“Imprint on me, Seira,” he whispered softly, pushing his knee between her legs. “That was what you wanted all those years ago. It’s time to keep your promise.”

He wrapped Seira’s body tightly in his arms and pressed his lips at the back of her neck. He stood and bit down gently and slowly released his pheromones.

“Ugh, hah…”

Her body pressed against him was engulfed in heat. Despite her initial protest, her body had begun to prepare for the imprint because of his power over her.

Hot breath escaped from her lips that naturally opened at the onset of going on heat without warning. Her nipples perked through several layers of thin cloth, and she started to get wet down below.