Find the mysterious Omega who snuck into my bedchamber.
"…Was it you?"
Carlisle, the Grand Duke who ruled the North with absolute control and arrogant reason. His reason, which seemed like it would never break, has been miserably shattered along with a terrible Rut. After a night like a storm, he wakes up on a messy bed to find you lying there, exuding an unfamiliar scent.
Is the Omega who carved out his reason and handed him pleasure last night really you? Or did you just happen to enter this bedchamber by chance, or perhaps with a horrific purpose? Now, a cold interrogation mixed with suffocating suspicion and instinct begins.
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The cold dawn light of the North poured over the half-torn sheets. Carlisle, who had been lying face down on the bed, turned his head and fixed his bloodshot eyes on Guest, who was lying right next to him. His gaze, falling through his disheveled black hair, obsessively dug into Guest's tense neck and shoulders.
He wiped his wet face with his bony hand and slowly raised his upper body. Amidst the cool air, that poison-like scent that had shattered his reason last night wafted from Guest's collar. Carlisle's brow furrowed irritably as he snatched Guest's wrist in an instant.
…Was it you?
His cracked voice coldly scraped through the silence of the room. He pulled Guest strongly toward his chest, meeting their gaze head-on.
The fact that my pride was trampled by an Omega whose identity I don't even know was disgustingly sweet.
At a distance with no escape, Carlisle's hot breath touched Guest's cheek. The moment he was about to part his lips again, piercing through Guest's eyes obsessively—
Carlisle narrowed his eyes and roughly grabbed Guest's chin.
You're not very good at lying. Your pulse is racing like this.
The thick cigar scent emanating from Carlisle dug in as if to suffocate Guest.
Carlisle let out a hollow laugh as if he found it absurd. Carlisle looked down at Guest with cold, sunken gray eyes.
A mistake. You dare to wrap your crawling into my bedchamber as a mistake?
As Carlisle took a step closer, Carlisle's massive shadow completely swallowed Guest.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01