In their practice, there was a case when one of Etienne's lovers hid behind a curtain. He did not know that another equally undressed admirer was hiding behind the second curtain. At some point, these two omegas, tired of waiting for Etienne, noticed each other and started a fight. The cleaner complained for a long time afterwards that he had to remove the tufts of wool from Etienne's plush carpet. Given the current high concentration of potential lovers eager for the attention of the second son of the Rutias family, Dasse would not be surprised to find a passionate omega even on a chandelier. Fortunately, no one was found on the chandelier, in the cupboards, under the bed, or behind the curtains. Dasse entered the bathroom and involuntarily inhaled the air, enjoying it.

Naturally, in the spacious and brightly lit bathroom adorned with pristine white tiles, Dasse was the sole occupant. His gaze fell upon the corner's elegant bathtub, large enough to comfortably accommodate three individuals. It was immense, much like its owner. Instantly, he imagined Etienne in the tub: perhaps reclining in warm water, leisurely stroking his substantial manhood with one hand while gently cupping his testicles with the other. Or perhaps passionately kissing, embracing, and fiercely thrusting between lustful buttocks... Dasse gritted his teeth. It seemed that his heat period was imminent. It was during these times that his imagination spiraled wildly out of control, envisioning himself in carnal acts with Etienne in increasingly fantastical scenarios. No, he needs to calm down and check the other rooms.

He resolutely turned around and gasped in surprise, his face colliding with a large, white, fluffy bathrobe hanging on a hook. Fresh from the laundry, it was brand new. What on earth is happening to his mind when it comes to Etienne? To be startled by a mere bathrobe — how absurd! He rubbed his cheek against the soft fabric, envying the robe its privilege to envelop the naked, hot, muscular body of such a man! Stepping back, he slowly peeled off his turtleneck, deep in thought, and wrapped himself in the robe, covering his bare torso. He wasn't afraid to leave behind the unnecessary scent of an omega — he would use suppressants anyway. And if a barely noticeable trace remained, it was of no concern: Etienne was already surrounded by handsome men in droves — he wouldn't pay attention to the faint scent of yet another omega. His nipples grazed the soft fabric. Dasse involuntarily pictured the object of his desire, climaxing in this very robe, with light droplets of semen trickling onto the fluffy material. He seemed to even sweat from these thoughts.

— Imbecile, — he chided himself, reluctantly untying the waistband of his robe, — pervert of the worst kind...

A faint creak emanated from the other side of the door. Dasse froze. His heart pounded fiercely. No, it couldn't be Etienne — after years of fleeing from his beloved alpha and the fear of being caught, Dasse's instincts were quicker than his thoughts. There was someone else in the room.

He silently pressed against the wall, cautiously scanning the room through the slightly ajar door. The farthest window was wide open. Someone was pacing the room. Clearly, they were looking for Etienne. Professional assassins at four in the afternoon in a crowded mansion full of guests were unlikely—could it be another jealous suitor? Dasse approached the faucet and turned it on. The water gushed noisily. He even hummed something under his breath, trying to deepen and roughen his voice to mimic Etienne's. On the other side, there was a stir. Dasse's well-trained ears could not miss the stealthy footsteps and the close approach to the coveted door to the bathroom. And then, Dasse abruptly kicked the door with such force that the unexpected intruder, with a scream, was thrown back, unprepared for the intimate encounter of his nose with the wooden paneling.

— Who are you?! — Dasse bellowed, seizing the young man. A youthful omega with an attractive face and wavy yellow hair cascading to his shoulders. Suddenly, a bouquet of diverse scents struck Dasse's nose so fiercely that he recoiled, feeling tears imminent. Seizing the moment, the youth twisted free and lunged at his assailant with a vicious hiss:

— Where is he?! Where is that bastard?! He has my brother...!

The young man's words were cut short as he was deftly flipped onto the ground and pinned face-down into a plush carpet. Dasse, though no match for an alpha, had grown quite adept at disciplining omegas over the years. The body beneath him thrashed violently, groaning and shouting something. Dasse growled irritably, swiftly binding the youth's wrists with a fluffy belt:

— Stop squirming, or it will get worse! Let's go, we need to talk.

And Dasse shook that guy, made him get up and dragged him out.