Chapter 50: Chapter 50

Huron led Alvaro to the meeting room and ordered all the guards to leave.

Alvaro watched them go. His sharp eyes scanned the room, looking for any movement. It was possible Huron had called him here to execute him.

But the general stood in front of him, watching him calmly. Their eyes met.

Huron looked at Alvaro’s clothes—simple clothes like a commoner’s, bare feet. No sword, no uniform, nothing.

"You’re the crown prince’s guard. How could you be so careless?" Huron said, ignoring Alvaro’s hateful glare.

He continued, "How many mistakes have you made? You put the prince’s life in danger. Do you understand that?"

Alvaro bowed his head. He knew he had made a mistake. He didn’t need the old man to spell it out.

He’d spent the night in hiding, heart pounding every time he thought he heard footsteps. Every breath had been a reminder that he’d failed the one person he was sworn to protect.

"Why did you send all the guards away? You’re so arrogant and proud, Alvaro. Even with all your strength, you were careless enough to dismiss the guards! How could you leave the prince unprotected?"

He hated this shame, this silence, but there was nothing to say in his defense. The truth hurt more than the accusation.

Huron sighed. He knew Alvaro wouldn’t listen to him. "Listen, His Majesty named you the second-best swordsman in the kingdom. That doesn’t mean you’re invincible! You couldn’t even stop dozens of royal soldiers!"

"Your sword skills can’t beat palace politics."

Alvaro sighed. "I know I made a mistake that put the prince in danger because..."

He hadn’t expected such a trap. But no matter the reason, he was still at fault.

"... I’m sorry." At last, Alvaro bowed his head again.

"You should know that once this is over, you’ll face a military trial for your negligence," Huron said. "And I’ll make sure you regret it and never make the same mistake again."

Alvaro stayed silent, then finally replied, "Stop treating me like a child, General. I’m not your son. You can punish me without warning. I know I messed up."

Huron sighed. "Look at you—still so arrogant. I raised you, educated you, but you’re still like a wild dog!"

He couldn’t help but lose control around Alvaro. He had hoped for more from the man, that he would become a great general one day.

"General, you didn’t have to raise me and my brother... if you hadn’t killed my father," Alvaro said, lifting his head.

The next moment, a hard slap hit his cheek, making him stagger. Huron’s large, muscular hand—hardened by battles and swords—struck his face like steel.

Alvaro tasted blood at the corner of his lips. He wiped it away with his thumb. His jaw felt like it might break.

"You wouldn’t dare say that if you knew the truth," Huron hissed. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel(ꜰ)ire.net

Alvaro looked away. Then back at him. "You always say that, but you’ve never told me the truth. All I know is that you framed my father for a higher rank."

"ALVARO!!" Huron shouted. His voice echoed in the room.

Alvaro’s ears rang. He quickly looked away again. But then Huron’s powerful hand shoved his chest hard, catching him off guard and slamming him into the wall.

Alvaro grabbed Huron’s wrist to ease the pain. His strength was enough to stop the push, but Huron’s stare didn’t waver.

"You want to kill me, General?" Alvaro challenged.

Huron glared. "I could kill you without lifting a finger. You know my position. You know better than to provoke me."

Alvaro groaned. Huron’s hand was pressing into his chest, making it hard to breathe.

"You’re still alive and in your position because I’ve protected you. I raised you well, gave you everything, and you still don’t know how to be grateful," Huron muttered.

Alvaro grimaced, his chest aching.

Huron watched as Alvaro tried to reach for his sword, but he quickly caught Alvaro’s arm and held it firmly.

"You know what happens if you attack a general?" Huron asked quietly.

Alvaro groaned, struggling. "G-General..." He couldn’t breathe. His chest burned.

"Call me properly, Alvaro."

Alvaro’s face turned red from the pain. "Ah... please... let me go..."

Huron tightened his grip. Alvaro knew if he fought back, it would mark him as a traitor.

In desperation, Alvaro shut his eyes. "Father... P-please... l-let me go..."

Huron’s expression softened. He held his position a moment longer, then finally released his adopted son.

As soon as Huron let go, Alvaro dropped to his knees, breathing heavily, hands on the floor.

"If you’re going to seek revenge over this... make sure you’re strong enough to face me. Being the second-best knight won’t help you."

Alvaro’s breathing was ragged. His face flushed with anger. Frustration filled him—he couldn’t even lay a finger on the man.

Huron stepped back and walked to the door. He stopped for a moment.

"After the prince’s trial, and once you’re punished, go home," Huron said. Then he left, his footsteps firm.

Alvaro clenched his fists and stood, wincing at the pain in his chest.

’No matter how long it takes, you’ll never be my father,’ Alvaro thought.

He no longer cared what punishment he’d get. His rage had consumed him.

"Nghh!" Kai writhed, the heat inside his body unbearable. Sweat drenched his forehead, gluing strands of hair to his skin. His body lay sprawled on the table, covered with a transparent cloth that clung to him like a second skin.

Virouse sat calmly on the sofa beside the table, his eyes fixed on the slave. Kai stared up at the ceiling with a dazed, lust-filled gaze, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

The marble-covered wooden table bore bloodstains from Kai’s whip wounds. For Virouse, it only added to the sensuality of the moment.

"How much did you give him, Aaron?" Virouse asked casually, his voice smooth.

"One dose, Your Highness," Aaron replied, standing nearby. His eyes followed every movement Kai made.

Virouse had finally found an opportunity to test his potion, one he had been working on for months. This slave had become the perfect subject. While waiting for the fallout from Sylas’s actions, at least he could enjoy himself.

Virouse leaned in, bringing his face close to Kai’s. He watched Kai’s heavy breathing with interest. The effect was exactly as intended.

"Can you hear me?" he asked softly.

Kai groaned, trying to control the chaos inside him, and nodded. "Y-yes, master..."

"You said you were a slave from Omino. How did you meet Prince Sylas?" Virouse asked, watching his reactions closely.

Kai struggled. His mind was foggy, overwhelmed by need. Every inch of his body begged for something, anything, to ease the tension. It took him a moment to form words.

With strained breaths, he said, "M-master bought me."

Kai didn’t respond further. His eyes were half-lidded, fixated on the ceiling, his breathing ragged. His fingers twitched, gripping the edges of the table as he fought the urge inside him.

Virouse chuckled. Omino was the outermost border of Rhovan’s territory. Isolated, backward, and long shielded from the tightening grip of the royal court. He admired its simplicity, and its obedience.

"I didn’t think Galvano had the patience to care for a defective slave like you. You must’ve been trouble. But look at yourself now. A royal prince bought you! Isn’t that too lucky?" Virouse teased, brushing a strand of wet hair from Kai’s forehead.

Kai swallowed. His lips were cracked and dry. His body ached in a way he didn’t understand. All he wanted now was to touch himself. His lower body throbbed unbearably, demanding release.

"Euhh..." Kai moaned when Virouse’s hand lightly caressed his manhood.

"Do you want to be my slave?" Virouse asked.

He knew all about Omino’s training methods. The slaves were brainwashed young. Even if they were abandoned, they wouldn’t escape. They would crawl back, desperate for orders. For ownership.

"I’ll give you everything if you belong to me. I can give you this kind of pleasure anytime," Virouse whispered, slowly stroking Kai with practiced fingers.

Kai moaned louder. He wanted to stop, he knew it was wrong, but his body wouldn’t obey. It only craved more.

When Virouse paused, Kai looked up, eyes wild and pleading. He was panting. Soaked in sweat. His body trembled.

What was happening to him?

Virouse tilted his head, watching closely. Despite the scars on Kai’s skin, the slave was beautiful. Sweet and soft, with a gentle, haunting face. Of course Sylas had bought him. No doubt.

Then Virouse squeezed harder. Kai’s back arched as his body convulsed. He couldn’t stop himself.

His cries echoed. "Ahhh!!" And then, finally, release, white fluid spilled across the table.

His whole body shuddered. The unbearable pressure vanished instantly. His chest heaved as he gasped for breath, feeling strangely relieved.

Kai blinked in confusion. Slowly, his awareness returned.

He looked at Virouse’s hand, wet with his semen. Shock filled his face. Without thinking, ignoring the pain, he crawled across the table, grabbed Virouse’s hand, and licked it clean.

"T-thank you, Master..."

He didn’t understand what Virouse wanted, didn’t know what he had been given to make him feel that way. All he knew was that it reminded him of pleasing a master, and that thought alone brought strange comfort.

Virouse chuckled, amused. He wiped his hand, now damp with saliva, in Kai’s hair.

"Now," he said, voice cool and commanding, "you must work for me."