The Sweet Alpha Crown Prince Loves Me So Much Chapter 140

Chapter 140

Dumbfounded, Belfry gently took Ayla’s hand and, applying pressure, pulled it down.

“I cannot grant that request.”

“Why?”

Ayla asked, truly unable to understand.

“Do you love the princess?”

“No.”

Belfry answered immediately, without hesitation.

“Then why?”

You don’t even love her, so are you trying to torture me with hope? Ayla asked with a bitter smile.

“I do not love her now, but it’s possible I may come to love her in the future.”

His tone was calm. Belfry let go of Ayla’s hand and rubbed his palm on his trousers.

“Where is there such a selfish statement?”

“Right here.”

Taking a smooth cloth from his pocket, Belfry wiped his monocle and put it on.

“My lord, do you not pity me? No, do you not pity Princess Leia? She has lived a lonely life. Do you intend to make her even lonelier with an uncertain affection?”

Ayla cried out desperately.

To hear her tell it, one would think Belfry was some kind of legendary male seducer.

Belfry chuckled and swept his hair back.

“Stop talking as if Princess Leia can’t live without my love. It’s not pitiful at all.”

He hadn’t forgotten that most of what he possessed was inherited from his parents, and that the things he wore and used were paid for by the country’s taxes. And he would not forget it in the future.

That was why he worked and studied twice as hard as others.

“Princess Leia crouched for twenty years to protect her position.”

Ayla’s expression was devastated.

“So all the more reason, you should find a way to reciprocate the princess’s affection. With your ambiguous feelings…”

“They are not ambiguous.”

Belfry said calmly before Ayla could finish her sentence.

“I respect Princess Leia. I respect her patience and her resolve to willingly see blood, and I hope for her future happiness. Whether this feeling will stop here or turn into love depends on what Princess Leia and I, the two of us, build together in the future.”

Whether Belfry loved the princess or not, she would become the Prince-Regnant.

She would cherish the people of Lindbergh, not fear change, and earn their absolute trust.

“I intend to watch over that path and assist her to the best of my ability while I am here. Princess Ayla, what will you do? Are you not the one trying to use the princess as a passage to escape your father?”

At Belfry’s calm words, Ayla was startled and retorted, “Of course not! I have no intention of using Princess Leia. I just… I love her. Princess Leia…”

Ayla’s lips twisted. This feeling of wanting to see her, to hold her, to cling to her—if this wasn’t love, what was it?

“By what can your love be measured? What have you tried to achieve on your own?”

At Belfry’s even tone, Ayla’s face flushed.

This was unfair. Someone who was born with everything from the start, who could grasp wealth, honor, and love just by walking, had no right to rebuke her.

“I can’t do anything! I can’t do anything on my own! Then what did you do, Belfry, to win Princess Leia’s love? What effort did you make?!”

Ayla raised her voice.

He didn’t answer. In truth, he couldn’t. It was a part he didn’t know himself.

“Shall I answer that for you?”

At the sudden voice, Ayla’s face turned white.

Not too far away, near the well-maintained fountain, stood the person who should not have heard this conversation.

On her way back after circling the main building to check the progress of the interior repairs after the banquet, the first thing Leia did upon seeing the scene of Belfry tenderly holding Ayla’s hand, which made her see red, was to rein in her pheromones.

After signaling the guards on patrol to be quiet, she silenced her footsteps and approached them.

Her blonde hair cascaded over her purple cloak, shattering in the moonlight.

At her dreamlike appearance, like the second coming of a goddess, both Ayla and Belfry let out a sigh at the same time.

Contrary to the wishes of the two who had hoped she wouldn’t hear this conversation, Leia had heard everything.

“Ayla Leva, I would like to apologize to you first.”

“…..”

“I am sorry if my actions gave you the wrong impression.”

Leia smiled and spoke to Ayla in a gentle but firm tone.

“Why… did you do that? Why did you say you’d give me breathing room, why did you make me hope?”

Leia’s apology sounded to her like a final rejection, and in despair, Ayla sank to the ground.

“I literally just wanted you to breathe. Because I knew better than anyone the feeling of being trapped in a small space and eventually coming to deny my own existence. For just one day, to step away from what torments you and look back on your life from a different perspective.”

She had secretly hoped that Leia might help her up, but even that hope was brutally shattered.

“However, you must know now that once you decide you can do nothing on your own, there will be no change whatsoever.”

Ayla’s heart sank.

Leia’s words were not wrong. She hadn’t tried to change anything.

“The shadow of the father who binds her will soon weaken. Will you still be sitting here like this then? Wrapped in the skirts of a wet nurse who can do nothing but run her mouth?”

Belfry wanted to stop her sharp tongue. Ayla had just been rejected. What’s more, she was being lectured bluntly by the person who rejected her.

He was afraid she might hang herself in the Lindbergh castle garden tomorrow morning.

That’s how broken Ayla was.

Leia moved a little closer to Belfry.

A female Alpha, a male Omega.

The two were of similar height, and their faces were similarly beautiful.

But a strange atmosphere, immeasurable by such morphological things, bound the two together.

“Ah, I believe I was going to answer your question?”

Ayla’s face was soaked with tears.

Belfry wanted to shout for her to stop, but he couldn’t.

“To be precise, I do not love Belfry either.”

Belfry’s heart plummeted again.

Colder and more chilling than before.

It hurts. How could she say such a thing?

Ayla Leva wore a look of disbelief, and Leia smiled gently at Belfry.

“‘Yet,’ that is. I feel affection for the human side that Belfry sometimes shows, and I want to tease him unbearably. But that is solely my own emotion. If someone else makes him cry, I get angry, and if he smiles because of me, I feel happy as well.”

What is that? Is she just saying she’ll play with him, or not? At her truly ambiguous words, Belfry’s lips stuck out a full inch.

Leia found that immensely amusing.

“Some might classify these feelings as affection, and some might dismiss them as a game. The important thing is that I, and you, Belfry, are still at a distance where we don’t yet know what to call these feelings.”

The distance between people. The distance where their emotions assimilate, friendship becomes affection, and carnal love becomes pure love. That distance existed between Belfry and Leia, who were standing just a hand’s breadth apart.

“However, I want to close this distance further. I want to create a sanctuary for the two of us where no one can intrude. Don’t you like such a beginning? Belfry Hendrick.”

Her last words were directed solely at Belfry.

Ayla Leva staggered to her feet, leaving the stunned Belfry and Leia, who was looking at him.

Yes, that one hand’s breadth. It was a gap too narrow for Ayla to squeeze into.

She slowly faded from their sight.

Or maybe, she was never there to begin with.

 

***

 

Carl Lindbergh’s night was long and drawn out.

Adrian Heineken was particularly persistent and rough that day, so at first, Carl thought he was seriously angry.

Starting with him pushing away the clinging Elizabeth with monstrous strength upon returning to the room and slamming the door shut, a painful yet utterly ecstatic night was halfway through.

Usually, he would rub his whole body, loosening up his muscles until they were limp, and move his lips over his fingers and toes until they were swollen, before getting to the main event. So when his back was suddenly bent in half, he patted Adrian’s shoulder and asked if he was in rut.

Of course, he couldn’t even ask, as his throat was hoarse from crying.

Carl Lindbergh soaked the sheets every time Adrian’s lips touched his skin, which was so sensitive it tingled.

Adrian, who had poured every sexy word in the world into Carl Lindbergh’s ear, acted like a colt with its reins cut loose, no, like a dog with its muzzle removed.

Carl Lindbergh, who was bitten to the point where there wasn’t a single unblemished spot on his chest, going beyond mere sucking, had his eyes opened to a new world.

He would dig his nails into the rippling back muscles of Adrian Heineken, who was driving him like a madman, lose consciousness for a moment, and wake up to find himself straddling his thighs.

When he came to after losing consciousness for the second time, the mad dog of last night was gone, and Adrian, with an apologetic expression, placed a warm hot water bottle on Carl’s lower back.

“T-Too bright.”

“Too bright?”

Adrian rushed to draw the curtains.

Both he and Carl were still naked, but the bedding had already been changed to a fresh set.

Carl, who had warmed his back and become drowsy, opened his eyes wide and glared at Adrian.

“…Why did you suddenly do that?”

“Do what?”

Adrian answered nonchalantly.

With one arm under Carl’s neck and the other wrapped around his waist, he pressed close, and as if that wasn’t enough, he continued to grope Carl with his hands.

“…Are you mad at me?”

Carl Lindbergh asked in a hoarse voice, and Adrian shook his head vigorously and kissed the crown of his head.

“No.”

Carl turned his head for a moment to meet Adrian’s eyes and buried his lips in his forearm.

“Then it’s fine.”

“You’re not angry?”

To be honest, it had been a night without any consideration for Carl Lindbergh.

Adrian couldn’t bring himself to say that he had just wanted to test his limits to see how much he would accept.

“Should I be angry?”

“No.”

At the silly conversation, they both burst out laughing.

Carl moaned with pleasure at the warmth of Adrian’s body covering his entire back. Although there wasn’t a single part of his body that didn’t ache.

“Adrian, was it good?”

“Mhmm, I have no excuse for hurting you, but… to be honest, yes.”

At Adrian’s honest words, Carl laughed, “Puhaha!” but stopped when his lower abdomen twinged.

“It was good for me too.”

The sensation of you breaking me, the feeling of belonging to you within that, it wasn’t bad, Carl said.

At the unexpected answer, Adrian hugged him tightly.

“Once a week?”

“No, once every two weeks.”

“Tch.”

At the stingy negotiation, Adrian pouted for a moment, but then he melted, kissing the back of the hand of Carl Lindbergh, who was breathing softly in his arms.