Trapped in a Novel as the D-Class Alpha I Hated Most

Chapter 210: Take Care Of Yourself, Angel...

His eyes are downcast, fixed somewhere near his feet.

The weight of what he’s done presses him down.

I stare at him for a long moment.

He doesn’t look well.

His eyes are red and swollen—the kind that come from crying too long, from sleepless nights spent replaying mistakes until they become unbearable.

My voice comes out low, quiet—careful not to startle him.

He flinches at the sound of his name, a small, involuntary movement rippling through his shoulders.

His red-rimmed eyes meet mine. And I see everything there—guilt, shame, and a desperate hope for forgiveness he doesn’t believe he deserves.

"Come here."

Each step seems to cost him something—his feet dragging slightly, his movements slow, weighted.

His fingers twist in the fabric of his shirt—a nervous habit I’ve seen a thousand times before.

"Aren’t you going to say something?" I ask.

"I’m sorry. Please forgive me."

"I didn’t know it would be so dangerous."

"The woman... she said it wasn’t dangerous."

"Angel. Look at me."

Slowly—so slowly—he lifts his head. His eyes meet mine. Red. Swollen. Still streaming with tears that catch the light like broken glass.

My voice is calm. Steady.

"I’m not angry with you."

For a moment, he doesn’t breathe. Doesn’t blink. Doesn’t move at all. Then confusion flickers across his face—soft, uncertain.

I keep my gaze on him, steady, unwavering.

He doesn’t.

"I’m not angry with you." A small pause. "So stop crying."

"Angel." My voice is soft, almost gentle. "Did someone tell you to do this?"

"Then why?"

"Because I love you."

My hand slowly falls from his face.

But he was the one who rejected Zyren.

He said he never had.

"I really love you, Zyren... but you started ignoring me. Like I didn’t exist in your life anymore."

"I texted you. I called you... but you didn’t reply. You didn’t call back." His voice drops, fragile and thin. "You didn’t even look at me."

I stare at him, and something cracks open in my chest.

"You did this," I say slowly, measuring each word, "even though you know I love someone else."

"That woman... she said Alphas and Omegas are meant for each other."

"She said Betas can’t give an Alpha what they really need."

"She said if I sleep with you... just once, you would forget about him." Another pause. "You would come to me."

A breath.

So this is what he dreams of.

A life built with me at the center of it.

"I know," I say softly, "my Angel didn’t think of this on his own."

"Angel... that woman manipulated you. For money."

"You’re too innocent for your own good," I say gently.

"I didn’t ignore you. I didn’t forget you." I pause, gathering my thoughts, choosing my words carefully.

Another pause.

His eyes stay on me—waiting, patient despite everything.

His face shifts, confusion deepening, a crease forming between his brows. "Why didn’t you tell me?"

"Angel, you’re still new. You’re just starting. If I told you, you would have come back—left your work, your shoots. Come running to me."

"I wanted to see you succeed."

"And... I’m not an Alpha anymore." A breath. "My rut is gone. My trait is changing."

"I’m becoming an Omega."

I squeeze his hand softly. "I should have told you sooner." A pause. "And what that woman told you about love... she was wrong."

My voice softens. "We just love them. We just want to be with them."

"Please forgive me," he whispers. "Please..."

He nods quickly—desperately—like a drowning man reaching for a lifeline.

"Accept the photoshoot proposal you received. The one from overseas."

"And don’t trust people who don’t deserve it. Be strong. Find someone who loves you the way you deserve to be loved."

"How can I think about someone else?" His voice breaks. "I love you..."

His eyes widen. He freezes, breath caught in his chest.

A pause.

He nods slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. "That’s what real love is."

"We’re family, Angel."

"Yes... we’re family."

A small pause.

"As your family."

His arms wrap around me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear—like he’s been holding himself back for too long, and finally lets go.

He whispers against my ear, his voice breaking. "Zyren... I’m sorry for what I did. I promise I’ll become successful—the way you want me to be."

His tears soak into my shoulder—warm, quiet.

"Hmm."

"Don’t let anyone fool you again," I say softly. He nods again.

I try to hold it together... but the tears slip down my cheeks anyway—silent, warm.