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Chandler’s expression didn’t waver as he flatly replied, “I cannot disclose that.”
“Chandler!”
“It’s not my place to discuss matters within the Wesley estate, young Count. I trust you’ll understand.”
“Do you even hear yourself right now?”
“My apologies,” Chandler replied, his calm demeanor only fueling Rex’s rising anger.
The scent of Ashton grew stronger, and Rex’s temper snapped.
“Move aside. I’m certain he’s in Remy’s room.”
“Young Count, please restrain yourself.”
“No. I need to see Remy.”
Pushing past Chandler, Rex headed for the stairs.
“This is completely improper behavior!” Chandler shouted, attempting to block Rex, but it was futile.
A Beta, let alone an aging one, stood no chance against a dominant Alpha.
Even a group of large Betas wouldn’t be enough to stop him, let alone just Chandler.
“Step aside. Don’t make me angrier,” Rex growled.
He shoved Chandler aside and strode up the stairs.
“Young Count!”
Despite Chandler’s desperate attempts to stop him, Rex reached the second floor, scanning the long hallway for Remy’s room.
“There.”
Though he had never been to Remy’s room before, the scent led him straight to it.
“Damn you, Ashton,” Rex muttered under his breath.
It wasn’t just Remy’s scent leaking out—it was unmistakably mixed with Ashton’s overpowering Alpha pheromones.
As he approached, faint sounds grew louder.
Heated, sticky noises that left no doubt as to what was happening behind the door.
The realization sent fury surging through Rex.
The Omega he wanted so desperately was in the arms of another Alpha.
Without hesitation, he flung the door open.
“…Rex.”
Standing in the doorway, Ashton greeted him, hastily pulling on a shirt.
The once-raucous room had gone silent, and the intense pheromones that filled the air were suffocating.
Rex’s lips twisted into a bitter smile.
Fixing Ashton with a glare, he ground his teeth.
“What is this? Why are you here?”
“I was going to ask you the same thing,” Ashton retorted, his gaze equally hostile.
“Move. I need to speak with Remy.”
“No. If anyone needs to talk, it’s you and me,” Ashton said, blocking the entrance.
Glaring at the hand Ashton placed on his shoulder, Rex snarled, “What right do you have to do this?”
“Can’t you tell?”
“Tell what?”
“What I’ve been doing with Remy all this time.”
“Ashton.”
“You’re asking what right I have? Let’s just say it’s the right of someone who’s been staying in this room for days,” Ashton replied coldly.
Rex snapped.
His fist collided with Ashton’s face, drawing blood to his lip.
“Hah,” Ashton muttered, wiping the blood off with eerie composure.
Then he struck back, his fist slamming into Rex’s jaw.
The two Alphas, both consumed by rage, descended into a full-blown brawl, fists flying and bodies colliding as they tumbled to the floor.
“God…damn it…”
“On what grounds am I acting this way? Hmm, let’s say it’s the right of someone who’s stayed in this room for a few days. Does that make sense to you?”
Thwack.
Unable to control his emotions, Rex’s fist smashed into Ashton’s face.
In an instant, Ashton’s handsome face turned, blood pooling at the corner of his lips.
“Heh.”
Ashton calmly wiped the blood away and straightened his head.
Without hesitation, he retaliated with his own punch.
Taken off guard, Rex’s head snapped to the side with a thud.
Yet, so overwhelmed by anger, Rex didn’t even feel the pain from the powerful blow that echoed in his skull.
“You bastard!”
Without any signal, the two began hurling punches at each other.
Thud.
Thud.
Dull impacts rang out as they rolled on the floor, grappling and striking one another.
‘Are… are they insane…?’
Remy, who had been hiding under the bed to shield his bare body, finally grasped the situation and rose to his feet.
Wrapping the white bedsheet tightly around himself, he shuffled hurriedly toward the door.
“You crazy idiots! What the hell are you doing here?!”
Shriek. Remy shouted at the top of his lungs.
The alphas paused their fight momentarily at his outburst but quickly resumed as if his words were irrelevant.
“You absolute lunatics…”
Remy was dumbfounded, frozen on the spot.
The brawl between the two alphas was brutal enough to be frightening, but at the same time, the absurdity of the scene was almost laughable, making the back of his head ache.
‘What the hell is going on? Why is Rex even here in front of my room? I’m going to lose my mind.’
Remy, sensing the fight could spiral into something far worse, grew anxious.
These two alphas, notorious for their impossible personalities, were bound to injure each other seriously if this continued.
Mustered courage, Remy approached them, fully aware that intervening was as futile as throwing an egg at a rock.
Still, he pushed forward, trying to separate the two grappling figures on the floor.
“Stop! Ashton! Knock it off! Rex, you too! Seriously, what do you think you’re doing in someone else’s house?!”
Predictably, the voice of an omega trying to stop two dominant alphas fell on deaf ears.
The sound of punches continued, the two glaring at each other as if they were ready to kill.
“For god’s sake, I’m going to lose it!”
Remy desperately tried again to pull them apart, putting all his strength into it.
But in his frantic attempt, the sheet he’d wrapped around himself unraveled, falling to the floor.
“…!”
“…!”
Ironically, the moment that neither of the alphas had reacted to Remy’s yelling, they froze in place.
Their gazes shifted simultaneously to Remy’s bare body.
Against the backdrop of the large window, sunlight pouring in, Remy stood before them, his body still bearing the marks of a passionate encounter.
His pale skin, decorated with vivid red traces, flushed a deep crimson.
‘This… is insane.’
Humiliated, having inadvertently exposed himself, Remy couldn’t handle the shame and—
“Re-Remy!!”
—fainted on the spot, stark naked, without a thread of clothing on his body.
After the scuffle between Rex and Ashton, Remy resolved not to go near any alphas for the time being and holed himself up at home.
Chandler, at his wit’s end, threw both Rex and Ashton out of the Wesley estate, threatening to inform the Harlan and Balcom families if they caused any more trouble.
It was Chandler’s last-ditch effort, and though neither alpha was intimidated by his threats, the weight of their actions left them no choice but to comply quietly.
With peace restored to the Wesley household, Remy spent the following days sleeping like a hibernating bear.
It wasn’t until several days later that he finally managed to get out of bed.
“Damn those crazy alphas.”
Never in his life had Remy imagined men fighting each other because of him.
And one of them was none other than Rex, the stoic heir of the Balcom family.
It was absurd beyond belief.
“I went to all that trouble pacifying Ashton, and then Rex shows up? What gives him the right to storm into my room like that?!”
Thinking back on it, Ashton wasn’t entirely innocent either.
He’d gone through all of Remy’s possession records without permission.
“And Chandler! What the hell was he doing, letting those alphas barge into my room?!”
Then, Remy froze as the memory of Ashton reading his possession records hit him.
“Wait… my possession records!”
In a panic, he rushed to his desk.
Frantically opening drawers and searching every corner, he confirmed it—his possession records were gone.
“Damn it.”
It was obvious Ashton had taken them, likely as leverage to enforce the contract they’d agreed upon.
“This is so messed up. How did things get this complicated?”
Although Ashton was a problem, the bigger issue was Rex.
He’d learned everything from Allen.
Fortunately, Rex didn’t seem to fully believe the story, but the fact remained—he knew too much.
Letting his guard down wasn’t an option.
“At this rate… Hayward seems like the sanest of the lot. And I used to think he was the scariest.”
During the hunting competition, Hayward had been terrifying, someone Remy thought couldn’t exist in this world.
But now, his unnerving silence was almost more concerning.
Remy couldn’t shake the feeling that this calm would lead to an even bigger storm.
“No, no. Thinking about it will only make it real. Let’s just assume Hayward has forgotten about me. It’s better for my peace of mind.”
Just as he tried to dismiss his worries, a knock came at the door.
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