Ovgust was astounded. Good heavens, he had never seen an alpha fall in love with him so quickly before! His head was spinning with pleasure. Meanwhile, Etienne gently ran his fingertips over Ovgust's cheek, not taking his dark, loving eyes off his face. He nuzzled his nose and buried his face in Ovgust's neck, trembling against the soft fabric of the robe, wrapping his arms around the supple omega's body. He whispered passionately, breathlessly, unable to tear himself away from the scent:

— Forgive me for being so sudden... I can't help myself... You are my chosen one... I love you!

Ovgust was stunned. This alpha is breaking all records! He also said something about the true one. Although, it wasn't as if the omega was opposed... Mansions with fountains, luxury foreign cars, trips on a private jet flashed before his eyes...

— Alright... — Ovgust barely managed to murmur, distinctly feeling the swell of immense love awakening within the handsome alpha's thigh. The black peignoir would come in handy after all.

Etienne was utterly overjoyed. There he was, his chosen one — so warm, sweet, and flexible! He held on with all his might, resisting the urge to squeeze the omega, to grip his buttocks in his hands, to plunge his lips into the sweetness of his mouth — he was so afraid of overwhelming him with his ardor. But after the wedding!...

The alpha suddenly dragged the confused omega down the corridor, into a spacious hall, where guests were slowly gathering. He should have told everyone! He didn't need anyone else!

— I'm getting married! Thank you all, everyone is free! – he shouted happily, kicking the closed door and entering the guests with a shocked Ovgust, who stared at the audience. Fathers, such famous people, and here he was, like a fool, only in a bathrobe and a nightgown! A murmur went through the hall. Meanwhile, Etienne said, hugging a completely distraught Ovgust:

— We will get married when our beloved wants! Even tomorrow!...

The happiness that enveloped Etienne was equally matched by the sudden anguish of an unwitting bystander to the unfolding scene. Dasse had just descended the side staircase, having finally concluded his tasks. He was inadvertently disoriented by the scent of the Rutias family's second son. Could it be that he had already joined the guests and was now walking down the corridor?

— Finally! — he suddenly heard a familiar, deep voice exclaim. The utterance was imbued with such sweetness and passion that Dasse's heart clenched anxiously. What was happening? He peered around the corner and witnessed something he would not even wish to see in his worst nightmares: Etienne embracing a fair-haired omega in a white robe. It wasn't the embrace that devastated poor Dasse (after all, Etienne had been with countless omegas, too many to count), but his gaze. A gaze brimming with love. Not the usual lust he bestowed upon his lovers, no. This was genuine love. Dasse remembered that look, filled with care, attachment, and fire—how his parents always looked at each other. The Rutias family's second son, Mr. Etienne Elzevil, had truly fallen in love. Dasse collapsed onto the steps, his legs numb. Breathing became arduous, his chest constricted as if in metal vises. His head rang with the fervent words, "I can't help myself... You are my chosen one... I love you!" whispered to another. Another omega! The chosen one! Tears veiled his eyes. Through the haze, he faintly heard the sound of a door opening and some shouts about marriage. Dasse naively believed that somehow he could stand it! After all, Etienne had had many mistresses before, and Dasse could live with that! But to see Etienne's amorous gaze directed at another... It was beyond his strength.

Runour was deeply concerned. What, after all, was preferable: raisin cookies or cranberry ones? Jon, it seemed, enjoyed both varieties - currently ensconced in an armchair, sipping a second cup of tea with cookies, his cheeks had flushed rosily, and her cute little nose had ceased its sniffling. Runour bit his lip, averting his gaze from the endearing sight. His mind was already painting the most vibrant prospects of their shared life with Jon, yet he feared rushing things, though he was quite ready to begin the very intensive work of procreating offspring immediately. But first! The cookies.

— I'll fetch some with currants, — he finally decided, opening the door and stepping into the corridor. He had barely taken two steps when Dasse dashed past him down the stairs, emitting a wild, despairing wail that startled Runour.

— Dasse?! — he rushed after his cousin, - wait! What's happened?!

He nearly collided with the massive door just slamming shut in front of his nose. He pounded on it vigorously, anxiously listening to his brother's loud sobs from within:

—Dasse, open up! It's me! What the devil has happened?!

— I can't do this anymore! — suddenly he heard omega's voice, full of hysterical notes and howls, - Runour, I quit! I can't be here! I'll go anywhere but here! I can't see him anymore!

Runour was stunned, even stopping drumming:

— What are you talking about?! Why now suddenly?!

— He chose! He's getting married! — Dasse couldn't stop his own tears, — It's easier for me to die than to see his loving look at another every day!

Runour couldn't believe his own ears. This windy male who doesn't miss a single rounded ass? And is he in love? Runour immediately remembered Etienne's sullen appearance. Seriously? And so fast? Although it's not for him to judge: he also has a lover in his room, with whom he wants to spend his whole life. However, Runour tried to calm his cousin down by saying confidently:

— Dasse, calm down. Calm down, come on. Just think, it's probably another one again…

— The chosen one! —  Dasse shouted from behind the door. — He said, the chosen one!