Omega of the Duke Brothers chapter 5

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Soon, the man steadied himself with surprising speed.

Without once meeting Isaac’s gaze, he moved his fingers.

Shff, shff.

The sound of clothes being removed brushed against Isaac’s ears.

At that moment, the wind blew in again through the window.

The brisk, refreshing breeze rustled Isaac’s clothing and lifted the veil high into the air.

The thin, semi-transparent fabric floated upwards, revealing the man’s bare figure.

A calm face with eyes closed. Pale, smooth skin.

A lean but well-toned chest.

And unexpectedly, a well-endowed cock.

Isaac tilted his head and took in the sight with meticulous attention.

Perhaps the silence became too much; the man’s forehead creased slightly.

Yet he didn’t shy away or cover himself—he didn’t react in a way that might have annoyed Isaac.

Isaac murmured, “Hmm,” and noted the man’s quiet compliance with mild satisfaction.

When the wind finally calmed, the veil drifted down again.

Isaac caught it midair and spoke.

“Open your eyes.”

At his command, a faint blush spread across the man’s ears and the back of his neck.

He hesitated briefly, then slowly opened his eyes.

A glimmer of unease shone through his green gaze.

Enduring this humiliation while staying composed—how commendable.

Isaac felt the weariness drain from him, almost as if by magic.

He examined the man’s face thoroughly, then murmured,

“Just as I thought.”

“You’ll do.”

“…Thank you.”

Saying thank you in such a state—how absurd.

Isaac didn’t even smile as he told the man to put his clothes back on.

While the man, now crouching to pick up his garments, dressed silently, Isaac turned away and unrolled a scroll.

The name Adam Ross stood out on the parchment.

“You’re aware of the contract terms, of course?”

“Yes. It’s a contract to bear the heir of House Carlisle.”

He was tense, but his tone remained calm. Isaac waved the scroll slightly as he sat back down.

Tap, tap.

The sound of parchment striking the armrest echoed in the quiet room.

Then, in his usual quiet tone, Isaac spoke again.

“You’ll sleep with us until you conceive. And I won’t be your only partner. You’ll sleep with my younger brother as well.”

Tap, tap.

“In other words, you’re to lie with both of us. Until it’s unclear whose child you’re carrying. That’s how it’ll go.”

The word “breeding” came to Isaac’s mind.

Yes, this man would become a breeding omega.

He’d couple with Isaac, and with Isaac’s brother—purely to bear a child worthy of continuing their bloodline.

“If you find this repulsive, speak now. That way, we can find someone else.”

Tap.

The scroll stilled.

Isaac noticed that Adam was now quietly watching him.

His green eyes gleamed faintly with sadness—not despair, but something resolute.

It was the look of someone who had already made up his mind.

“All I ask is one promise from the Dukes.”

“What is it?”

“In exchange for offering my body, please give me the money. I need it desperately.”

His voice was quiet, but resolute.

“If you pay me, I will gladly serve the both of you.”

Only then did Isaac lift one corner of his mouth into a smile.

“I promise you—on my name.”

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The next morning arrived.

Adam gazed blankly out the window at the garden.

The trees were covered in dew, glittering like they wore clothes made of silver thread.

The flowers encircling the fountain gave off a deep, rich fragrance.

Sunlight spilled onto the mist that blanketed the bushes.

As the haze shimmered in hues of silver, green, and blue, there came a knock—and a young man stepped in.

“Good morning. I’m David, one of the butlers who serves the two Dukes.”

“I’m Adam Ross. Feel free to speak casually—Adam is fine.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. You are the one who will bear the Dukes’ child, after all.”

The word “bear” felt foreign to him. Instinctively, Adam opened his palm and gently rubbed his lower belly.

The thought of eventually carrying House Carlisle’s heir inside him brought a strange sensation.

It was unfamiliar. Burdensome.

While Adam still felt like he was dreaming, David scanned the room.

“You’ll be staying here from now on. If you ever feel it’s too cramped or uncomfortable, just let us know. We can move you to another room at any time.”

“Oh, no—it’s not cramped at all.”

“I’m glad. Now, let’s go over a few things. Your health is our top priority. You’ll see a doctor weekly, and we’ll monitor your condition regularly. You’ll also be expected to maintain your appearance for the Dukes’ satisfaction.”

Adam had never put much thought into grooming himself.

He wasn’t even sure what that would entail.

“We’re aware that you’ve halted your studies. If you wish to resume reading or academic pursuits, just say the word. There’s a library available to all staff. We’d be happy to escort you there.”

Adam nodded quickly.

Even amid all this inner turmoil, the idea of visiting a library made his heart race.

And not just any library—the Carlisle family’s library.

The library of a house everyone revered.

Surely it would hold countless books.

Perhaps even some rare, treasured tomes.

As he let his imagination wander, Adam’s expression softened.

David, though careful not to show it, felt a pang of sympathy.

‘Such a scholarly soul. How tragic his sister fell ill like that. Tsk, tsk.’

“Um, Mr. David?”

David snapped back to attention at Adam’s tentative voice.

The young man now wore an anxious expression.

“I wanted to ask you something.”

“Of course. Anything.”

“About… the money. Has anything been decided yet?”

Adam’s ears turned red. Last night with Duke Isaac, and now again this morning…

He felt embarrassed to keep bringing up money.

Like some kind of debt collector. He rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand.

“It’s for your sister, isn’t it? Don’t worry about that.”

“What do you mean, ‘don’t worry’…?”

“Last night, someone was sent to Simone Street. We learned more about your and your sister’s situation. Soon, she’ll be transferred to the nation’s finest hospital. There are doctors who once worked for the royal court, a professor of herbal medicine, even a healer brought in from overseas.”

Adam lowered his hand in shock.

“Th-That’s too much. Really, you didn’t have to go that far. All I needed was the money…”

“Of course, the money will also be delivered right away. This support is a gift from our Dukes, so please don’t hesitate to accept it. A skilled doctor will take care of her, so she’ll surely get better.”

David’s tone grew unconsciously gentle.

It was because Adam, though clearly flustered, also looked deeply moved.

Adam let out a long breath as he covered his face with both hands.

“Haa…”

His breath trembled faintly. He only had one younger brother.

Watching the only person more precious to him than anything in the world grow weaker by the day made his chest ache as if it were burning.

He had been living in constant despair, every moment painful—but now, it finally felt like he could breathe, even just a little.

“Yes, I’ll accept it. Really… thank you.”

David nodded, then added as if remembering something.

“Oh, right. There’s one more thing you should be aware of.”

“What is it…?”

Adam lowered his hands and gave him a questioning look.

“While you’re staying here, you won’t be allowed to take suppressants.”

Adam’s eyes wavered slightly.

He wouldn’t be allowed to take suppressants?

“During your heat cycle, intercourse dramatically increases the chance of pregnancy. At first, it may feel uncomfortable… but it’s better for Lord Ross that way as well. The sooner you conceive, the better it is for both the Dukes and Lord Ross.”

“…I see. I understand.”

“Then I’ll take my leave. Food will be brought in around breakfast time. Please eat here and feel free to do as you like afterwards.”

With that final note—adding that a few servants would be assigned to assist him—David stepped out of the room.

Left alone, Adam collapsed into a chair.

It was truly a relief that his brother would be sent to a good hospital.

He would have to find a way to repay this kindness, no matter what.

Adam scanned his body slowly, carefully.

The part about not being allowed to take suppressants during heat echoed in his mind once again.

A chill ran down his spine.

To go through heat without medication?

Ever since he presented as an omega, Adam had never missed a dose.

He never wanted to be overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of pheromones.

Adam bit his lip hard.

He couldn’t even imagine what he’d be like during heat without suppressants.

His heart pounded anxiously, and he stared out the window.

The scenery no longer looked beautiful now that his mind was in turmoil.

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