Dying like in the Original, that’s what the Omega Villain wants chapter 89

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While he tried to organize his thoughts, Remy’s condition worsened. He was barely conscious, his breathing shallow.

Cold sweat drenched his shirt and pants, and his pale forehead glistened with beads of perspiration.

“…”

Suddenly, Ashton stopped in his tracks.

He turned to face Remy on the sofa, his expression conflicted.

Ashton’s feelings were a tangled mess.

Before coming into this room—before reading that cursed journal—Remy had been everything he wanted.

The omega he desired so desperately it drove him mad.

‘Why didn’t I realize it sooner? There were so many chances.’

From the moment Remy, who normally hated sweets, enjoyed a slice of lemon cake.

When he couldn’t stomach venison, which he’d always loved.

When he claimed not to remember the layout of the house, how to ride a horse, or anything else that should’ve been second nature.

Even when he casually used strange words like “YouTube,” there had been signs.

‘No. Maybe I just didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to face the truth—that the Remy I knew was gone. I didn’t want to lose the precious person by my side.’

At first, Ashton had doubted Remy.

But as his feelings grew, he intentionally ignored the inconsistencies.

He’d dismissed them as aftereffects of Remy’s awakening as an omega.

But now, his avoidance had led to this mess.

If only he’d confronted it earlier, things wouldn’t have spiraled so far out of control.

‘I knew all along that this wasn’t the same Remy. But I ignored it… because I like him. Because I love him.’

If everything in that journal was true, then maybe… the person he loved wasn’t the real Remy, but the one sitting in front of him now.

It made sense—he’d only started seeing Remy as more than a friend after noticing the changes in him.

Not because he awakened as an omega.

But because his changed self was irresistibly endearing.

Because…

“Ha.”

Finally, Ashton made his decision.

Despite the chaos, he resolved to accept this Remy.

Whoever he was, he was the ‘Remy’ Ashton loved.

Even now, his heart raced wildly, proof enough of his feelings.

The one making his heart pound like this was right in front of him.

‘I love you, Remy. No matter who you are. Even if you might disappear someday…’

He couldn’t let Remy go.

That was his conclusion.

“Remy.”

As Ashton approached to convey his resolve—

“Urgh…”

Remy’s condition took a sudden turn for the worse.

“Remy! Are you okay?!”

Panicking, Ashton rushed to him.

Remy’s face was pale, his lips colorless.

Sweat drenched his body as Ashton scooped him up.

Limp in his arms, Remy looked up at him with unfocused eyes, his breath hot and shallow.

“You… don’t tell me…”

Ashton immediately understood.

This wasn’t the first time he’d seen Remy like this.

And the scent filling the room only confirmed it.

It was driving his instincts wild.

“Ashton…”

Remy called out to Ashton in a voice that was soft and tinged with moisture.

The scent alone was enough to make him painfully aware of his arousal, but hearing that voice, coupled with the dazed look in Remy’s eyes, left Ashton with no way to resist.

“My body is so hot… It feels like I’m going to burn up…”

“Damn it.”

Ashton clenched his teeth.

Of all times, his heat had to hit now.

The timing couldn’t have been worse.

He couldn’t do anything for Remy at the moment—not when they hadn’t even finished their conversation.

He couldn’t allow himself to touch Remy in this state.

“Mmnh, Ashton… I… my body is too… ugh…”

Remy struggled to sit up, leaning against Ashton as his body trembled.

Placing his hands on Ashton’s shoulders for support, he began to move, his hips subtly shifting.

His face buried in Ashton’s broad chest, he instinctively rubbed against him.

His underwear clung to his damp skin, and his breaths came out hot and heavy, laced with moisture.

“Shit…”

Ashton was conflicted.

This was the Remy he had fantasized about endlessly on sleepless nights, yet now, he couldn’t simply give in and embrace him.

He couldn’t let himself hold Remy—not when he hadn’t even come to terms with the truth he’d just learned.

It wouldn’t be right, not for him and certainly not for Remy.

‘But… the way you look right now… It’s too…’

Ashton gritted his teeth, trying desperately to hold onto his reason, to fight against his instincts.

But in the end, he couldn’t withstand the weight of Remy’s actions.

“This scent… It smells so good…”

Remy lowered his face, following the trail of the alpha’s intensifying scent.

His lips brushed against the source of the fragrance, burying his face there as he exhaled hotly.

Pressing his face into the silky fabric of Ashton’s clothes, he parted his lips and sucked in the scent, greedily taking it in.

“…!”

Ashton’s brows furrowed instantly.

A wave of unbearable pleasure crashed over him, his face contorting.

The heat of Remy’s mouth, something he’d never experienced before, sent electric jolts through his body.

Watching Remy, who touched him as though cherishing him, made Ashton feel as though his blood was boiling.

He couldn’t tear his gaze away, burning the sight into his mind.

Remy seemed completely lost in his pheromones, his reason entirely swept away.

His body, overwhelmed by the intensity of his first heat, instinctively clung to the alpha’s scent.

He wanted more, craved it, sucking in the scent and exploring it as if tasting forbidden fruit.

His tongue moved fluidly, like a golden koi swimming through a clear stream.

Ashton’s gaze, fixed on Remy, eventually tilted to the ceiling.

Unable to endure the sensations coursing through him, he threw his head back.

His hands, which had unconsciously moved, grabbed hold of Remy’s small head, tangling in his hair as he let out a rough groan, his senses overwhelmed by the obscene sounds filling the room.

There was no longer any room for thought between the two of them, both intoxicated by each other’s scents.

They could no longer deny the primal need for each other’s bodies.

Ashton lifted Remy’s head and kissed him fiercely.

The lips that had been wrapped around him moments ago were wet and sticky, soaked in his scent.

Pressing his lips against Remy’s, he explored his mouth with wild abandon.

“Remy…”

As their lips parted, Ashton pulled him into a tight embrace.

Words no longer seemed necessary.

The Remy before him now was undeniable.

He couldn’t imagine ever finding another omega more precious than him.

“I love you, Remy.”

With that, Ashton lifted Remy into his arms, holding his limp body close as he carried him to the bed.

The sweet scent emanating from both of them lingered in the air.

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