[BL] Alpha, You've Got the Wrong Mate!

Chapter 195 — He Loves Me?

Content Warning: (Trigger Warning: Violence) Read Cautiously!

"I was thinking... Why don’t you do the same, huh?" Charles said with a grin on his face.

His thumb traced his jawline until it reached his chin, lifting it up with force.

Enzo looked up at the man, frowning.

"What do you mean?"

"Don’t frown. You will become ugly," with his free hand, Charles rubbed the omega’s temples as if he were the most caring husband there could be.

Enzo stayed still, frozen in place for a moment. Then, his lips parted slightly as he exhaled. The faint scent of wine on Charles’s breath made his stomach turn. He wanted to jerk the alpha’s hand off him and walk without looking back. But was he lucky enough to do as he pleased?

"What exactly do you want me to do?" he finally asked, voice lower than earlier.

Charles tilted his head, smiling wider. He loved it when Enzo stayed obedient, not trying to run his little brain to think things through. The omega just needed to be a good little toy.

Sometimes, Charles couldn’t understand why he insisted on wanting to go against him. Yet, at times like this, when he listened to him carefully, he couldn’t help but want to shower his wife with affection.

"Isn’t it obvious? Maybe if you get hurt for me too, I might start believing you actually love me."

The words struck Enzo like a sharp blade. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe—shocked by this man’s statement.

He could feel his pulse hammering beneath Charles’s fingers—fingers that pressed against his skin with deceptive gentleness.

On the other hand, Charles didn’t feel anything but pleasure upon seeing Enzo’s expression. It sent tingles all over his body, and his chest pounded hard against his chest. A feeling he enjoyed far too much not to ’tease’ Enzo.

"Wouldn’t that be romantic?" He added, laughing softly as his hand slid from Enzo’s chin to his throat, resting there just long enough to make his meaning clear.

Enzo didn’t flinch this time. He simply looked back at him, his voice quiet but steady.

"If pain is the only way you measure love, then I suppose you’ve never been loved at all."

Charles’s smile faltered—only for a second—before he laughed again, low and cruel.

"Ah, my bride. You sure know ways to ruin the moment," he whispered, his grip tightening around Enzo’s neck.

The omega’s pulse quickened, his veins throbbing beneath the pressure of the hand around his throat. Each breath came out shorter, his eyes rolling upward. Soon, muffled moans left his mouth, gasping for air.

Charles leaned closer, his voice lowering. "You talk too much for someone who depends on me for everything."

Enzo’s throat constricted. He refused to look away, even when the pressure against his skin grew unbearable.

"But when you look at me like that..." Charles watched his wife’s reaction closely and slowly reached for the bulge in his pants.

A soft moan left his mouth, but the sound only made Enzo nauseous.

"You should be careful with your words," Charles said, brushing a thumb against the corner of Enzo’s mouth, the touch deceptively gentle. "One day, you might say something that makes me forget how much I value you."

Enzo’s face had turned completely red. He fought the urge to jerk the alpha’s hand away, his legs pushing against the floor, but in vain. He was far too weak. Tears welled up in his eyes, slowly falling down his cheeks.

Is he... planning to kill me or what?...

His body trembled under the weight—and then, just as suddenly as the moment had turned dangerous, Charles released him with a sigh, smiling again as if nothing had happened.

"See? That’s better. You’re prettier when you don’t fight me."

The unexpected air entering his body burned his lungs, as he coughed uncontrollably.

"What," he coughed, "—is wrong with you?!.." he struggled to breathe, hand pressing onto the desk to keep himself from falling.

Charles grinned, pulling Enzo off his chair. The man wobbled, almost falling, only to find himself seated on Charles’s lap.

"I was just showing you how to respect your husband," he said, pressing a deceptively gentle kiss on Enzo’s lips.

The omega didn’t push back. However, this time, he was more resolute than ever. He had to leave this man before he took his life one way or another. No sane person could remain by his side.

"You know, you should be proud of me," he patted Enzo’s head, looking up at him.

Enzo didn’t answer—he didn’t even show the least bit of curiosity about anything he was saying.

It will be utter nonsense, like always, he thought to himself. Yet it wasn’t as if he could just tell him to keep quiet. Because he wouldn’t. It would only fuel his anger—and after what had just happened, Enzo didn’t have the strength to fight against him.

"Unlike most of my colleagues, I don’t cheat on my wife," he murmured, burying his face into the omega’s neck, taking in a sniff of his pheromones. "Hmm, you smell the best, truly."

"Must be because you marked me. Nothing unusual," Enzo sighed, answering nonchalantly.

He didn’t tell Zayden the details of the abuse—at least not the near-death experiences he went through all those years. His hand slowly reached for his neck, the burning sensation still lingering on his skin. Did it mean a mark?

If so, he would need to wear something to cover his neck. At least until the divorce trial was held.

"Do you love me?"

Charles’s question came too unexpectedly.

"What?" Enzo blinked, trying to understand if he had heard right.

"Do you? Because I love you."

A quiet scoff left the omega’s mouth.

He loves me? What a joke.

He averted his gaze, forcing a small nod. It was the only way to keep him from noticing the unease beneath his calm facade. And to keep him from discovering his plans.

"Come on, say it. You have a mouth for a reason, no?" Charles cupped his chin, his grip firm.

Enzo flinched, blinking rapidly at the sudden touch. This man was ruthless—but the worst part was how utterly unpredictable he could be.

"I-I... love you." The omega finally managed to say it, his voice cracking under the weight of the words.

He had never spoken them aloud before, and though he had imagined it many times, saying them now felt heavier than he expected—as if his heart had been thrown from a gigantic ship into the depths of the ocean.