First Love ABO Again

An omega who cannot fall in love will eventually suffer in the fire of desire every time he is in heat, until he is very old and can no longer have children, so that the long pain will completely disappear.

Lilen, don't you think this is the cruelest punishment for Omega?

But the moment he was chosen by the former emperor, he became a wicked person who was charged with crimes.

Emperor Lielen's return to the palace alone made the entire Schönbrunn Palace busy.

On the way back from the Summer Palace, Her Highness the Queen stopped by the galaxy where her mother clan was located - Yuedu.

Yuedu is located between Xia Xing and Capital Xing. It is the economic center of the empire that has remained unchanged for a hundred years, and it is also the galaxy with the largest number of nobles besides the Capital Xing.

Since marrying into the royal family, Her Majesty the Queen would go back to the home of Kleite, the main star of the moon crossing galaxy, to live for a few days every year.

And this time is also the day that Oran is most looking forward to.

For these were the only days when he could steal Leren for himself.

The morning of Leren the Great usually started with a cup of black tea from Aslan.

Full-bodied black tea paired with three or two cinnamon honey biscuits, a simple sandwich, for an alpha in his prime, such a portion is too little even for breakfast.

Today, with the highly developed technology of the empire, paper books and newspapers have become a rare thing for nobles to taste and decorate.

In the imperial palace, fresh morning papers are presented every day, and the content is not about national affairs, but rather anecdotes about fringe galaxies.

This is the Queen's little fun, and she loves to collect these ink-scented things.

The emperor always indulged the queen's innocuous little hobbies. He specially selected a private newspaper from the nobles to deliver daily morning newspapers to the palace.

But maybe it's because they have lived together for too long, as long as they have free time, the emperor will properly read through the morning newspapers delivered during breakfast.

The contents of this morning's newspaper seem to have an unusual attraction to His Majesty, and he has been staring at the same page for 10 minutes.

The head of the official house, Sion, was watching secretly, planning to pay attention to the content of the next page when he was clearing the dining table, so that the newspaper would continue to provide relevant information.

Unbeknownst to Sion, a young man with amber eyes was quietly sitting on the seat beside Emperor Leon at this moment. He was lazily resting his chin in one hand, his calf was dangling leisurely, and his eyes were half-closed. , was leaning over with interest, looking at the laid out layout with their Majesty.

The Omega boy's body is slender and well-proportioned, his expression reveals a bit of laziness and quietness exuding from his bones, and his jaw-length black hair is a little curly, sliding down from his ears with the movement of the boy's head tilting, covering half of his handsome face cheeks.

Luther came up the stairs, and this scene happened to fall into his eyes.He frowned unrecognizably, his expression was only briefly startled, and then all the waves disappeared in his eyes.

As if hearing Luther's footsteps, the omega boy next to Lielen raised his head, his amber eyes looked at Luther standing still in the distance, with a soft smile inside.

"Are you up?" Lie Lun's voice was deep, he didn't raise his eyes to look at his son, he just put down the teacup slowly, his gray-blue eyes were still cast on the newspaper, and he didn't intend to raise his eyes.

Luther didn't answer, he just took the seat that belonged to him, and cast his eyes heavily on Omega beside Lielen.

Seeing that his son didn't answer him, Lie Lun raised his head and said, "Going back to school tomorrow?"

"Well, back in the afternoon."

"Remember to bring your combat uniform and helmet. Next week, you will have an armor combat class." It was Oran, his voice was sweet and soft, and his tone was not jerky at all, as if he had said these instructions thousands of times .

......

Very ordinary father-son dialogue.

Neither salty nor bland, neither hot nor cold.

Just like the relationship between father and son.

But today there was an unexpected extra character.

This kind of conversation is more like a family of three chatting at breakfast, and that person is speaking in his "mother" tone again, Luther thought to himself.

This thought made Luther raise his eyebrows, and some inexplicable complex emotions slowly emerged in his heart, like sparks of anger being ignited, I don't know if it was for his "replaced" mother, or for something else secret**.

But according to his temperament, he will not easily let Oran get what he wants. Compared with seeing Oran's pretended gentle smile, Luther is more keen on Oran's deflated appearance after being offended.

Seeing Luther staring at him thoughtfully, Olan's eyes were inexplicably penetrating. Before he understood the meaning, he listened to Luther and asked Lieren inadvertently, "Father, mother?" She...is your first love, right?"

Luther's tone was too ordinary, as if he was asking his father if his breakfast was to his liking, but his eyes did not look at Lie Lun, but fell heavily on Olan, and there was some confrontation hidden in his calm tone and tentative.

Unexpectedly, his son would suddenly ask this question. Lie Lun frowned subconsciously, and his eyes darkened. This was a sign of His Majesty's anger.

And Oran on the side was also startled, and the one who changed his face was the butler Sion who was waiting beside him. He has been serving His Majesty since decades ago, of course he knew of Oran's existence, and he also knew that this matter was in His Majesty's heart The only forbidden place.

An eerie silence hung in the air.

Sion's heart sank, knowing that something was wrong, and was about to step forward to serve tea to interrupt the conversation between the father and son, when the emperor said in a deep voice, "Luther, what do you want to say?"

"It's nothing, I'm just suddenly curious." He shrugged nonchalantly.

For 30 years, no one dared to talk about his love history in front of His Majesty.

There seemed to be gunpowder smoke in the air. Looking at the unusual father and son in front of him, Oran's heart was almost lifted into his throat. He was worried, but he didn't even know whether it was the father and son he was worried about. In the tense and bad relationship, he was still worried about Lielen's next answer.

He dreaded knowing that in the thirty years since he had been gone, Leon might not have remembered him anymore.

"This is not something you need to know." Lie Lun said lightly.

After finishing speaking, without even looking at Luther, he put away the morning newspaper on the table, got up and went upstairs.

Lielen didn't answer Luther's question directly. For some unknown reason, he avoided it. He obviously didn't want to mention it.

From the beginning to the end, Luther's eyes did not move away from Olan, and of course he did not miss Olan's expression at the moment his father answered.

Even though Oran hid it well, he lowered his eyelashes at the right time to hide his expression, but the dimmed light in those eyes couldn't be hidden no matter what.

It's as if someone who always looks like a shining person suddenly loses his brilliance and becomes even more eye-catching.

Luther looked at Oran from a distance, knowing that his goal had been achieved, but he didn't have the sense of comfort and refreshment that he had imagined.

Looking at the appearance of Oran in front of him, Luther's emotions were a bit complicated. He wanted to say something to Oran, but surrounded by the servants, Luther opened his mouth, and swallowed all the words that came to his mouth. .

No matter how dull people are, they should realize it, and Oran is no exception. He found that Luther's attitude towards him has changed a lot since Lieren came back. Fight against him everywhere.

Oran had no choice but to sigh quietly in his heart.

He watched Luther grow from a toddler to a young and promising young man, tall and handsome, even among male alphas.

Probably Luther really hated him a little.

No matter how much he interpreted Luther's behavior as the unintentional actions of the alpha boy in the rebellious period, Oran had to admit that Luther's teasing with malicious intentions from time to time might really reject him in his heart.

But Oran was a person who never showed his emotions easily. He raised his eyes and saw Luther looking at him with a complicated expression.

Luther looked at him and saw that Oran squinted his eyes, and seemed to have returned to his previous lazy and unrestrained appearance.

Olan rested his chin casually with one hand, slightly raised his chin, and narrowed his amber eyes slightly, hiding all the dim light in them.

Like nothing happened.

"If you don't drink any more, the tea will be cold." He said softly.

A gust of wind blows through the hall, blowing the scent of pine from the valley behind into the front of the hall.

Seeing Olan's smiling eyes again, Luther didn't speak. He looked down at the amber-colored black tea in front of him, and seemed to be belatedly aware of why his father loved it so much for ten years.

He felt a little unwilling and guilty, but it was diluted by the cold tea in his stomach.

Since his father came back, Oran rarely came to Luther's study at night to read.

The night of Capital Star is very deep, and there is no rustling of books in my ears, no soft groans of omega teenagers stretching their waists, and no juveniles deliberately nagging from time to time.

Ludwell raised his head from the book and looked towards the red and dancing firelight of the fireplace. There was no figure of the boy on the empty bed.

As if in a trance, he didn't turn his eyes away, the red light from the fire was reflected in his gray-blue eyes, burning out the flash of jealousy in them.

After a long time, Luther slowly closed his eyes and closed the paper book in his hand. There was still not much emotion on his face, as handsome and silent as usual.

He got up and went out the door.

His Royal Highness has returned to his original appearance.

The servants of Schönbrunn Palace discovered that Prince Luther rarely returned to the palace as usual.Even on weekends, I would rather stay in school than come back.

Luther rummaged through the archives in the school, looking for all the information related to Oran Essen.

But the number is very limited. The last file record is 32 years ago. 19-year-old Oran Essen died in an accident. The dean of the Holy Academy, Ron Kaiser, came to handle the withdrawal procedures in person.

Holy House?

Luther was very unfamiliar with this term, because in his impression, the Holy House had long since ceased to exist, and it should have been reorganized and abolished by Leon, who had just succeeded to the throne, long before he was born.

This was the first drastic reform since his father came to power, and he faced great resistance at the time.

It's just that this was all before Luther was born.

Luther used the private rights of the student union to save the information about Oran in his terminal one by one.

There are almost no single photos of Oran in the preserved materials. In all the photo materials, apart from Oran, there is also a person who is very familiar to Luther—his father, Lieren Oswald.

Alpha standing side by side with Oran in the photo, there is still a little greenness between the brows and eyes, the gray-blue eyes don't have much emotion, but they are softer and quieter than ever before, such silent tenderness seems to be moving towards The camera declares sovereignty, the absolute power exclusive to the omega beside him.

The Imperial Military University on Friday afternoon was much quieter than usual, and there were only a few self-study students sitting in twos and threes in the library next to the bell tower.

The setting sun at sunset penetrated the huge colored windows, and the beams of light shot on the brown wooden table like sharp swords, reflecting colorful colors.

In the quiet reading room, there is only the sound of air blowing from the air circulation system, and the rustling of books turning not far away from time to time.

Luther, who read the materials all afternoon, was a little sleepy. At this moment, his mind was full of Oran from 32 years ago.He raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, a pair of heroic eyebrows were lowered down, revealing some sharp taste.

He turned off the terminal casually, leaned over the table and prepared to take a nap.

During the drowsiness, there was a pleasing fragrance in the air, and Luther frowned uneasy. He was very familiar with this fragrance, as if he had sniffed it thousands of times at the tip of his nose—this is Oran's omega pheromone flavor.

There is no second substance in this world that is worthy of this kind of fragrance, which is deep and far away, addicting to the heart and soul.

Suddenly there were a few extremely light groans in the darkness, and a fiery white light shot from between the electric light and the flint, illuminating the world in front of us.

Shaking, Luther realized that the world was shaking gently.

Then, what was even more treacherous was that he heard himself panting heavily.

As if he was about to put something to death, all around his ears were "myself"'s muffled grunts mixed with lustful low growls.

There was a very smooth and flexible touch in his hand, and he was pinching the thing and sending it to his crotch quickly and fiercely.

Some weeping cries came from beside his ears, and the fiery white light became much brighter, and a piece of snow-white skin appeared in front of his eyes.

In front of his eyes was a white and flat chest, with red breasts trembling and erect, breasts swaying with the extremely fast impact.

Luther only felt that his nipples seemed to be inserted into a soft meat cavity, and the hot nipples were constantly contracting and convulsing, and he was so hot that he almost went crazy.

He struggled to move his gaze upwards, only to see a thin chin, messy soft black hair, but the face of the person below him was gently covered by an arm.

Luther only heard "myself" scold in displeasure, and then stretched out his hand to pull away the obstructive arm of the person under him.

Just when he was about to see the other person's face clearly, the scorching white light suddenly became stronger again, and the whole world was illuminated in a vast expanse of whiteness, and the facial features of the person below him slowly disappeared in the halo, leaving only a pair of blurred and shining eyes eye.

A pair of amber eyes full of water was looking at him, suddenly the eyelashes flickered for a moment, and a drop of clear tears overflowed.

Luther's heart tightened, and he woke up and opened his eyes before he could call out the name that came to him.

The surroundings are quiet, and the dim light in the evening makes the whole library quiet.

Two or three students walked by, and two omegas in milk-white tuxedo uniforms walked past the bookshelves, talking and laughing.

Something was wrong, and Luther was keenly aware of the strangeness.

Milky white? ?

When did the Imperial Omega uniform become milky white?

——Fuck, Luther, look, 30 years ago, the uniforms of the omegas were milky white...

Suddenly, what Lucas said in the archive room flashed in Luther's mind.

Here is... 30 years ago?

Such a weird guess surprised Luther. He just wanted to get up to find out, only to find that his body seemed to be heavy. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift his head up. He couldn't move. Forced by an invisible force to maintain a prostrate posture on the wooden table.

While Ludwell was struggling, there was a sound of footsteps. Luther couldn't raise his head, so he could only glance at him out of the corner of his eye. He saw someone wearing the same milky white uniform, gently pulling out the chair and sitting down. across from him.

Luther couldn't see the other person's face clearly, so he could only hold his breath and crouched in secret.

The visitor sat quietly across from him and looked at him for a long time, then suddenly got up, put his hands on the corner of the table, and bowed across the table.

Luther's heart trembled, and he was about to clench his fists with both hands, only to feel a chill on his cheeks, and a pair of moist and cool lips fell on the side of his face.

Immediately, there was a gust of itchy hot wind blowing by his ears, and a voice that seemed to be a smile that was not a smile rang in his ears.

"Lellen, it's time to get up, I'm hungry."

Luther woke up gasping for an instant, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his dark golden hair was almost wet.

It was already dusk all around, and the bell for closing the museum rang soothingly.

Luther wiped his sweat lightly with his hands. There was a strong smell of alpha pheromone in the air. He froze for a moment, only to realize that some shades of color had already appeared in his crotch.

It actually happened.

Luther frowned, because Oran always stayed in his room some time ago, and he hasn't relieved his desire for a long time.

He had a hot and weird dream, first in the dream with his father's first love, and then went back to 30 years ago.

This dream seems to be some kind of extremely secret hint, and it seems to be ready to move after being purely catalyzed by pheromone.

Luther's brain is still a little dizzy. He knows that he has extremely complicated feelings for Oran, like being defensive and caring too much. and feel uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, he actually had such obscene evil thoughts about his father's omega.

He originally thought that, to him, Oran was just a dispensable ghost that appeared in his life from time to time, but only now did he understand that Oran was not a simple ghost, the omega clearly It is an evil spirit addicted to people's hearts and souls, like a light and fluttering feather, it always inadvertently pulls out his mind, silently becoming the incarnation of desire in his heart.

It's alpha's extreme possessiveness towards omega, and all the dirty delusions related to sex.

But these may have nothing to do with love, Luther thought.

He straightened the hem of his uniform, cleared the table, and just got up when he noticed a paper envelope on the seat opposite from the corner of his eye.

Luther stretched out his hand to pick it up. There was still a strange smell of omega pheromone on the envelope, and there was a name of a person he had never seen on it.

Looks like another love letter.

Now his mind is full of Meng Leo Lan crying and being wronged. He is so upset that he is not in the mood to pay attention to these trivial matters. He didn't even look at them. The envelope was thrown into a nearby trash can.