CHAPTER 376: BUT I DON’T REALLY CARE HOW BAD IT HURTS

[KOSTA]

Two weeks.

That was how long it took for Kosta to finally connect with his omegan side and whine he did boy did he bloom. For a man who had long been untouchable, he looked like even the moon goddess would need his permission to get as close.

The Lycan Chief hadn’t gone to battle in two weeks. He hadn’t even seemed bothered about it. He had told himself that if Tamiko wanted him to go to war, then he would have to come and talk to Kosta himself.

But the Lycan prince never came.

"You are crazy. Fuck, you really are crazy," Sanji said that evening as he walked with Kosta to inspect the armies that had gone to war and come back. They all could smell him; his omega scent.

The beautiful caramel scent that was once limited to the Kawai prince was now something that many could smell from him and he had no regrets about it. None. It was like a little show of defiance.

But defiance wasn’t this bitter.

Defiance wasn’t this kind of unhinged.

Defiance didn’t lie low for two weeks only for him to show up in public with the traitor of the kingdom.

Kosta didn’t mind.

He knew there would be whispers, especially with Sanji beside him, talking so casually like he wasn’t even worried about what he had done.

"He chose a traitor."

"He let the traitor smell him."

"This is peak disrespect."

"Maybe that was why the prince let him go."

"But he’s a good Lycan chief."

"And a terrible Erasthai."

The warriors were judging him. They were painting him as a devil, and Kosta loved it. Hearing this shit from the same people he had saved from wars years and years was strangely comforting.

It reminded him that he needed to always step up and be a little crazy. He wanted them to tell the prince what they were seeing. For them to complain to the king or the Lycan lords.

Kosta wanted them to know what he was going and he wasn’t going to stop.

Not for anyone.

Kawai had broken his little heart, and he wanted to die.

This was the easiest way, he reminded himself.

"Hug me possessively," Kosta said.

Sanji felt his mind short-circuit.

He could almost swear he just had a brain aneurysm at that moment. This omega was impossible. There were rules on what they could do, and for two weeks, as Sanji had helped him both of his shell, Kosta had been a good student.

All their interactions had been professional, just like they had practiced, but this was insane. This was a bomb being rigged to blow right in their faces, and Sanji knew that this was not right.

He knew Kosta was being a menace, but maybe they needed to tone it down a notch, right? Sure, he had reasons for all of this, but damn was Sanji scared even more of the Kawai Lycan chief.

"I thought the goal was for both of us to die in front of the prince? Why the fuck do you want the Kawai warriors to kill us just now?" Sanji gritted out, trying to pump some sense into Kosta.

It was a suicide mission, him hugging Kosta when the man looked like sin. The Lycan chief let down all of his hair, and it fell down his shoulders gracefully.

He was dressed in casual clothes;

Clothes that let everyone see him for the omega he was.

Clothes that let everyone see his features.

Clothes that let everyone know just how supple his skin was for a barbarian who had been to war a thousand and one times and always won. He was letting them see what they couldn’t touch.

He was letting them wonder what it would be like to have the thick syrupy caramel slick dripping into their mouths right from Kosta’s cunt. He was letting them imagine a lot of things.

Kosta didn’t wear a binder this time.

He hadn’t won it in two weeks, and those full breasts that had once been only for Tamiko’s eyes were visible for everyone, hidden under a lace that left very little to be imagined.

He looked pretty as fuck and he looked like he didn’t belong on the battlefield. On his feet were cute sandals that he had crafted with his Omega abilities after the first lesson with Sanji.

It was the one lesson that had gotten Kosta more curious about letting his omega side take over, and when it finally did, Kosta loved it.

"Hug me or I’ll kiss your scent gland," Kosta warned, and Sanji’s eyes widened just a fraction. This omega was going to be the death of him. Funny how they were both working towards the same goal.

It was almost like life didn’t always have to have meaning and they could find their way around all of this eventually. Pain had created the monstrous omega before him as there wasn’t much he would do to stop Igor.

"Goddess help us all," Sanji mumbled as he entwined their hands and turned to look at Kosta, right in the face, like he was trying to see if this was what the omega wanted.

It was dangerous, no doubt.

It was a death wish, but what else was Sanji to do?

This was all they needed to force a reaction out of Tamiko.

It was now or never and fate wasn’t exactly the best of shit right now anyway.

"I know," Kosta sighed softly as he raised his hand to wipe a stray tear from his face. However, Sanji stopped him, midway, holding his hand and almost kissing the tears away. It was an intimate gesture that shocked both of them.

It was not something anyone who saw it would imagine was a show.

But that was the intention.

Kosta felt nothing even as Sanji’s lips lingered so close to his cheeks.

Anyone would think that the two were together, which was crazy because everyone who knew Igor Konstantin knew the man despised traitors, and there was none he hated more than Sanjiro. So, what the fuck was this?

"Now I’ll hug you. You can wipe your tears on my shirt," Sanji said as he gently pulled Kosta into a hug. It was a reassuring hug, one that meant nothing to either of them. Sanji’s hand raked down Kosta’s waist, but not enough to touch him.

His hands lingered close to the shirt that was filled with air thanks to the winds. But that didn’t matter. The message was being shown in the eyes of those who could see them.

"They are furious," Kosta laughed against Sanji’s shoulders as he held Sanji tightly like the man was the breath that he missed out on. He was getting caramel scent on Sanji, and more than anything, he was getting the traitor’s woody scent on him.

This was not right, but Kosta was too blinded by pain to even think straight.

"That wasn’t part of the plan," Sanji pointed out.

Kosta just laughed amusedly when they pulled back from the apparent hug. He knew that shit would definitely never be the same. Heads would probably rip, but what use was giving up, now that they were here?

They had all suffered so badly, and if there was a desperate end for relief and they both hoped to get it in their eternal sleep.

"Yeah.... But I am heading to the palace for a meeting."