The Sweet Alpha Prince Loves Me So Much

“I’m sorry for saying irresponsible things.”

I meant it.

I felt like a real villain for not being able to fulfill his expectations and making light of his shortcomings.

What should I do?

Should I stay on the sidelines and avoid getting involved until the real protagonist, or rather the omega protagonist appears?

If no one appears, should I just go along with it and get married and have children and live a normal life?

I don’t know if it’s something I can handle because I can’t even solve the problem in front of me.

Whose story was the ‘lovey-dovey, happy ending’ Jae-young desperately wanted?

I still don’t know the answer.

There was only one thing I could say to the sweet protagonist who decided to help me with just one letter.

“…I’ll try my best, no matter what it takes.”

The Crown Prince, who was standing quietly with his cheek against my palm, closed his eyes tightly.

***

Due to the appearance of the Crown Prince on the training ground after a long absence, the knights put extra effort into their training.

Since the arrival of the Prince of Lindbergh, he rarely showed himself, which made them feel a little uneasy.

The Crown Prince, who began to destroy the pile of training dummies with a real sword instead of a wooden one, looked calm, but his heart was boiling.

It was because of Carl Lindbergh, without question.

If someone were to ask if he liked or loved him, the answer would be ‘not yet.’

However, it appeared that he was going to like him soon.

Whenever he was nearby, his peripheral nerves would be focused entirely on him.

He admired his proper manners and proactive attitude to everything he did.

Although Adrian was uncomfortable with how he took care of those around him and showed his gentle side, Adrian felt his heart fluttering at the thought of him doing the same for him once he became his.

Whenever he found himself swayed by words and actions that he couldn’t tell if they were clever or foolish, he would feel something stir inside him.

More than that, it was his rosy cheeks and distant blue eyes that gazed at him.

It was as if he could clearly see his despair as if he was saying, ‘Setting aside the fact that we are a match in our traits, you have no place in my future.’

Adrian paused for a moment and touched the cheek that he had brushed against.

His hand was soft, and it smelled good.

Despite being a small and fragile being of the same age, he was overcome with the urge to rub his cheek against his hand and tell him to comfort him.

No. He wanted to nibble his fingers right then and there.

The Prince said his estrus had not yet come.

Compared to those with dominant traits who typically experience their first heat around age 15, he was severely late.

It seemed that it was because there was no mana detected on him, but Adrian found that point very strange and suspicious.

He had thought Lindbergh was pretending to be an omega when he wasn’t, but after their first meeting, Adrian was certain that he was a real omega.

Because pheromones were emanating strongly from him.

It wouldn’t be strange if he entered his heat cycle right away.

Seeing that they had left that Prince alone for so long, it was clear that the Lindbergh guys were all incompetent.

Or maybe there are no men with proper traits left anymore.

Coming to his senses, Adrian gritted his teeth.

No, it would be terrible if the Prince went through his heat cycle on Lindbergh.

An Alpha bastard who he didn’t know.

Since a dominant can sometimes seduce Betas, they might have pushed Betas to mate with him.

In any case, imagining an unknown bone groping his body made his mind heat up.

Now he understood why Emperor Glenn, who couldn’t stand being ignored by the Empress, acted this way.

Regardless of how excellent they are, Alphas whose instincts precede Betas become restless when their mate, Omega, appears.

The knight captain clicked his tongue as he watched the dummies collapse miserably with every slash of his sword.

“His Highness must be in a very bad mood today.”

The knights also recognized the Crown Prince’s overflowing power, so despite the fact that there was a separate craftsmen group that produced a dummy for the Crown Prince, it was expected that they would have to work all night today and tomorrow.

“He had a prey right in front of him, but he could not even touch it.”

Belfry muttered as he arrived at the training ground on time.

“Young Duke Hendrick! Welcome!”

The knight captain greeted Belfry warmly.

“You’ve worked hard today…”

“Please take His Highness quickly, before our knights are flattened.”

Even before Belfry could finish his greeting, the knight captain pushed him forward.

“No way, are you asking me to be cut like those dummies?”

Looking at the fake humans who were cut into two, Belfry, who had put strength in his soles, began to contemplate.

“Although the young Lord, who is a Beta, may not understand, His Highness is trying to kill all of our knights right now.”

Although the captain was laughing, it was not a laugh.

Belfry, sweat dripping from his brow, looked over at the knights lined up.

Several of the knights’ most ardent alphas lay on the ground with bloody noses.

The captain shook his head.

“Didn’t I tell you to empty the drill hall as much as possible when His Highness Adrian comes?”

Belfry clicked his tongue.

“I can’t help it because half the knights adore His Highness,” the knight captain said with a strange expression of laughing and crying, and Belfry frowned as if he had heard something he shouldn’t have.

The Crown Prince’s strength instilled fear in people, but at the same time, it also attracted people to him.

Especially for young, passionate knights in their prime, they eagerly awaited to see the Crown Prince wield his sword, so when the Crown Prince appeared in the drill hall, a pink current of excitement spread widely.

“Did he have a quarrel with the Prince of Lindbergh? He seems to be in a bad mood lately.”

Belfry moved one step to the side when the vice-captain, who approached before he knew it, wiped his nosebleed.

He couldn’t hide his expression of enthusiastic admiration, even though he was struggling under his pheromones.

It was a sight that Belfry, who was far from the world of sports as he was someone who excelled in the literary arts, didn’t understand.

What reason is there for him to be by his side, even though his body is breaking down, just because His Highness Adrian looks cool?

“What reason could there be for the Prince to fight against His Highness?”

Above all, they were not even in a relationship yet. The vice-captain was surprised and asked, “What?”

“They’re not dating? I heard that the Prince has been emitting pheromones so strongly that knights can’t even get close, but His Highness, who is with him most often, is fine?”

The vice-captain’s words were true.

From his honey-like hair, to his flawless appearance, to his sweet scent, high-ranking nobles with a high alpha ratio hesitated to approach near the outer court.

If he were just a commoner, he would have faced great difficulty, but the person he was betrothed to was Crown Prince Adrian, and even a mistake could have led to the annihilation of their three generations.

Belfry wondered if Carl Lindbergh, the prince, was really that popular.

Sometimes the knights were mesmerized, and sometimes the maids made a fuss.

But wasn’t he just a pretty handsome man?

Moreover, for an omega, he was tall and well-built.

Belfry tilted his head, and the vice-captain raised his thumb.

“You can smell a very pleasant scent when you’re near him. To the extent that it can attract butterflies.”

“Hmm, to that extent?”

Belfry had smelled nothing more than well-dried laundry near the Prince.

“What he emits is not just pheromones.”

The captain said meaningfully.

“What else is he emitting then?”

Belfry asked, worried that the strange and awkward Prince might have made some mistake without his knowledge.

The captain and the vice-captain exchanged glances as if exchanging their own secret, making Belfry, who looked displeased, sullen.

“What else is he emitting? It’s not enough to cause problems, is it?”

Although Belfry knew that the Prince was no longer a prodigal like before, he still had a lingering doubt in his mind.

As the only beta among three siblings born between a dominant alpha and a dominant omega, Belfry only knew about pheromones in theory.

If the dominant Omega Prince decided to seduce someone, half the knights here were bound to fall for him.

Perhaps he was trying to use that to his advantage?

At the moment when his doubts began to grow, the captain shook his hand.

“I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not like that.”

“Then what is it?”

Eventually, when Belfry expressed his frustration, the vice-captain hesitated before answering.

“He is emitting his pheromones all over the place. It’s like a drizzle of warmth.”

“What?”

The vice-captain laughed at Belfry’s surprised response.

“Do you know that he’s been running the training grounds every day since he came here? Day and night.”

Belfry nodded.

It was no secret that the Prince, who already seemed lean, worked out day and night as if his life depended on it, comparing himself to the Crown Prince.

Sometimes when Belfry stopped by with a matter to discuss, he would greet him with an unknown movement. 

His servant would proudly introduce them, ‘That’s plank and that’s deadlift.”

“He doesn’t seem like an Omega no matter how you look at him.”

The vice-captain said that, and the captain corrected him.

“It’s not that he doesn’t seem like an Omega, he just doesn’t seem a noble overall.”