Chapter 366: Pillow Talks Bouncing Off The Wall

[FROLO]

Katserg.

That’s what the city called them.

The couple that had broken all social media. The couple that had the city wondering what the fuck had happened without ever having the slightest understanding of how it even happened.

No one knew where to begin.

No one knew where to conclude.

But everyone knew something.

Sergei Moskowsky and Katya Romanov were true mates; a phenomenon that happened once in a really long time.

Most people in relationships never really got the chance to mate each other properly or even have true bonds.

That was how rare those bonds had been.

Yet in front of a stunned city... Sergei Moskowsky’s true mate had turned out to be his son’s ex-husband. But that wasn’t even the one thing that bothered the city anymore.

It was them.

Katya Romanov; the Romanov omega.

Sergei Moskowsky; the devil of Frolo.

Of all the people the moon goddess could have paired together in an unbreakable bond, she just chose the most unhinged of them all.

What the fuck had they become?

The city was already horrified enough when Sergei loved Vitya. Hell, it still had nightmares from the heads that rolled because of Vitya Moskowsky.

And now...

A Romanov omega.

The... The Romanov omega.

What. The. Fuck?

Of course, as expected, the city was split into different sides on this.

Some frowned upon the idea that Sergei had claimed his son’s ex-husband.

Others were excited. Trending tags that had Katserg in them. They said it was their official pairing name, because that was the one name that reminded Frolo that the two were people like them.

Were they, though?

But others... Others saw something that many may have seen and pretended they didn’t see.

A weakness. A first of its kind.

The true mate bond was both a curse and a blessing.

A blessing because it meant the omega got a portion of their alpha’s true power. Because only higher-rank alphas ever got true mates.

And that meant the omegas would be more powerful. Faster. Stronger. Fairly dangerous.

It was a blessing because the alpha didn’t need words to know how his omega was feeling. They’d be bound by invisible bonds, so strong that the alpha would sense if anything was wrong with their omega.

Their heats and ruts would be synced, despite being so dangerous to everyone else.

As for the curse of the true bond...

If the omega ever died... The alpha would follow, hours later, after experiencing excruciating unsalvageable pain. The kind that numbed every aspect of the body.

If the alpha died, his omega would go crazy with grief, even if the alpha protected them from grief. And eventually the omega would die in a span of two to three years after the alpha.

Still, on the curse of the bond...

The alpha was probably far easier to control, especially when his omega was involved.

If ever the omega was taken, the alpha would never leave his omega to suffer, no matter what happened. And the alpha was the only one with the ability to absorb all the pain his omega was feeling.

If the omega was hurt... The alpha would go feral, and no one wanted to interact with a feral alpha. The only choice was to put the alpha down, which was probably a suicide mission that was impossible anyway.

Back in the city, there were very few who understood the consequences of this bond. Not even the fact that they could try to manipulate the alpha or the omega, and vice versa.

It was simply because of the pairing of the Romanov omega and the devil himself.

Sergei Moskowsky had burned the city down once upon a time because of his son.

He was not even bonded to Vitya at the time. There was never a true mate mark on Vitya’s neck. Yet he’d managed to terrify the city even to this day. The government was still having nightmares because of him.

The man hadn’t had a mate to go feral for.

A normal version of Sergei had ruined them.

And now...

Now Sergei had someone everyone knew he would not play about. Not to mention his son Yaroslav was one of the many reasons the city could be burned again.

Frolo was doomed.

It didn’t even help that the omega he’d been given was the Romanov omega. The most protected omega, even without Sergei’s backing.

"The goddess hates us all; that’s why she gave us a Katserg true mate pairing," was all the last group whispered about in the quiet of their homes.

Meanwhile...

As the city was losing its mind, trying to decide what the fuck they were to do or what they didn’t need to do, the couple in question was in the old Romanov manor, far from the city and civilization.

Having the time of their lives.

"Vladimir... Your... knot... You ripped me apart," Katya whined as he cock-warmed Sergei.

The alpha had lost count of the number of times his omega had taken his knot, and frankly, Sergei had stopped counting at the second one he’d popped in the backseat of his car.

Their driver was probably traumatized by their uncontrollable desire for each other.

"Hold on, little wolf... Let me check," Sergei said in earnest, pulling his girth from Katya’s ruined ass.

"Don’t even think about pulling out, alpha," Katya warned lowly, his voice gone from all the screaming he’d been doing all afternoon. He’d dared his alpha, and he’d gotten what he wanted, and more.

Now he wasn’t even sure he’d ever walk again, not that he was complaining.

"Solny—" Sergei tried, and Katya clenched around him, hard. Like he was determined not to let go.

Sergei didn’t pull out.

If anything, he pushed back in, much to Katya’s delight and pain.

"You’re sore, lyubim," Sergei breathed hoarsely, and Katya smiled deliriously at him, like he was where he wanted to be.

"Best... Saturday... ever," Katya grinned, kissing Sergei.

And the alpha...

Sergei pulled the covers over them, his lips never leaving Katya’s even as he thrust in and out of Katya slowly.

They were both spent. Hydrated and dehydrated as fast as if they were doomed. Yet still hungry for each other. Still needy like they were in heat and rut.

Only that neither of them was in heat or even a rut.

They were just... needy for each other.

"I think I’ll need new pajamas, alpha," Katya whispered as Sergei fucked into him, his dick against Katya’s walls, something that the omega was more than already addicted to.

"I’ll buy you the pajama company, lyubim," Sergei chuckled tiredly.

"I just want... one set," Katya laughed weakly.

"Then you’ll have plenty of choices to pick from."

"I’m sleepy, Vladimir..."

"Rest, my beautiful. I’ll be here when you wake up," Sergei reassured, and Katya...

Beautiful, ruined, wrecked lovingly, Katya Romanov...

Closed his eyes and gave in to the darkness that had been calling him for a while now.

Sergei followed soon after, his grip on Katya unrelenting and gentle.

They slept like there wasn’t already a busy city because of them, but there, in the old Romanov house, it was just two souls bound by fate in a bond that many had opinions on.

Happiness, after all, was theirs, right?

Well, the bratva didn’t think so.

Because Alek had gotten busy.

He would fight back.

For Joe.

Would Aleksandr like what was coming?

At the current Romanov manor, though...

"I absolutely do NOT like that man for our son," Mr. Romanov grumbled for the tenth time in the last five minutes.

"Yes, yes, get to bed now; I’m turning the light off," Masha teased.

"Fine. Goodnight, my love... I still do n—"

"Shut up, Romanov."

Silence followed.