Quick Wear: Out-of-print White Moonlight, Refusing to Fall from the Altar

But what Su Jin said next made Irel's whole body go cold.

"Sir, this is the only thing I cannot promise you."

Iriel, who had just reacted strongly, now looked up in disbelief as if the blood in his body was flowing backwards, and looked at the handsome young man standing in front of the bed.

He was as cold as the night he arrived at the Berkeley family. His eyes, like broken ice, were emotionless and so cold that it seemed as if he could pass through the entire world without leaving a trace.

Iriel didn't even know how he had listened to the conversation between Su Jin and his father. He only clearly remembered the way Su Jin spoke that day, as if that person was the only one left in the world. He clung to Iriel like a nightmare for countless nights thereafter.

Mr. Ipet was about to say something, but Su Jin continued:

"Just like Yrel said, he can't accept an alpha as a partner, and I can't accept a beta as my partner. I have always treated Yrel as my own brother. I will keep my original promise and protect him from being harmed by others for the rest of his life. I will also ensure the honor of the Berkeley family."

"I will fulfill my responsibilities, but personal matters are my bottom line. Sir, you are the person I respect most in this world. I don't want to have a conflict with you at this moment. Please understand."

Ipet looked at Su Jin. He wanted to say something, but Su Jin stopped him from speaking.

If he continued, he would be overstepping his bounds. Besides, looking at the two people in front of the bed, they both disagreed.

There was no need for him to force himself anymore. He said a few more words and then slowly closed his eyes under the gaze of everyone, as if he had fallen asleep.

Iriel was already devastated, and when he saw his father sleeping, he suddenly felt dizzy and passed out.

The scene was in chaos. Su Jin arranged everything, and soon Iriel woke up.

When he woke up, he burst into tears and chased Mr. Ipet's body to the incinerator. Even if the housekeeper tried to stop him, he wanted to see Mr. Ipet turn to ashes in the fire.

At the funeral the next day, Iriel dug the grave with his own hands and buried the body with the box in his arms. He wanted to do everything by himself and no one else was allowed to touch it.

The wind was quite strong that day, and there was a slight chill in the wind.

Iriel never left the cemetery and just guarded the tombstone without going back.

Su Jin rarely indulged his emotions. He did not mention anything else and even put a coat on Iriel and planned to leave.

He still had a lot of government affairs to deal with and didn't have time for much emotion.

What's more, the relationship between him and Mr. Ipet is just a transactional one at best.

But just as he took a step forward, a hand grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Su Jin turned around and saw Yirel looking up at him with tear-swollen eyes:

"Brother...don't go."

This was probably the first time that Yrel called him brother. At this moment, Yrel wished so much that this person could stay with him, even for just a little while longer.

But Su Jin's laptop was ringing. He hadn't dealt with government affairs for two days because of Mr. Ipet's matter.

Now that everything was done, he didn't have much time to vent his emotions here with Yrel.

He just said, "Go back early."

Then he turned and left, and the white piece of clothing that could not be kept fell off coldly from Iriel's hand, without any emotion left.

Iriel's tears burst out instantly, and he didn't make a sound while Su Jin was still there.

But when that cold figure completely disappeared from the cemetery, he suddenly collapsed on the grass, his eyes blurred with tears and he could hardly open them. All the strength in his body turned into a heart-wrenching roar:

"elder brother!!!"

The night was cold, colder than Yrel had ever been.

He lost his beloved father in one day, and watched the man's back as he walked away. He was so cold that he couldn't even feel his heart beating. He could only crawl on the ground and let the heart-wrenching sadness envelop him.

However, today's misfortune went far beyond this. When he was crying to the point of dying, he suddenly felt an uncomfortable heat in his body. He couldn't stop his limbs from twitching, and he raised his hand to touch the back of his hot neck.

What does that feel like? Secondary differentiation?

Can he finally become a qualified alpha?

Iriel hated his beta identity immensely. The burden of the Berkeley family did not allow him to be such an ordinary person.

He was actually a little looking forward to it, but as his body became weaker and more restless, he vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and then he smelled the sweet pheromones emanating from his body.

Instantly fell into the deepest despair!

omega!

The most powerless, the weakest omega! The kind that spends their entire lives in bed! The kind that can be bullied by anyone, that can marry someone off with just a piece of military merit, that spends their days chatting about skincare products and child-rearing strategies, and that competes in the Omega Academy to see who's prettier and more loved by their alpas!

You know, the most common insult Irel uses in the academy is to call someone an omega!

Yrel collapsed on the grass and looked up at his father's tombstone.

Thinking of the glory of the Berkeley family, he thought about how he would be married off in the future by a stranger, an alpha who was even inferior to him, and be humiliated and step on by the Berkeley family to get to the top.

Or he might take advantage of his relationship with his brother to bully others in the army.

The heart, which had no sense of touch to begin with, suddenly felt numb and tingling.

He fell to the ground, digging his fingernails into the soil. He gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but his legs were so weak that he fell directly to the ground. His blurred vision and uncontrollable saliva made his face covered with grass debris.

In the silent night, Berkeley's once glorious successor fell into disgrace.

If there were someone there, he would want to lie on the ground motionless so as not to be discovered.

But no one was around now, so he climbed forward with trembling arms, reaching for a branch on the slope, a branch sharp enough to pierce his throat.

Since he can't differentiate into alpha, he will die as beta!

Because it was too late and Su Jin had not seen Iriel yet, he rushed over and saw this scene.

He didn't expect that the timing of Irel's second differentiation was so coincidental, and it differentiated on the day Mr. Ipet died.

Over the past year, Su Jin was the person who could most feel the pride in Iriel's heart. He could almost imagine how painful Iriel was right now.

Seeing Yirel reaching out to grab the branch, Su Jin immediately understood what Yirel was thinking.

He sighed, walked over and took the branch in his hand.

When Iriel raised his head with blurred vision, Su Jin was standing under the high full moon, his cold figure looking down at him, holding a branch in his hand, and breaking it easily.

"You don't need that useless thing, Yrel. You should stand under the Berkeley family painting, under the endless starry sky, but you shouldn't commit suicide on this night when no one can see you."