Vengeance of The Broken Lycan Prince [BL]-Chapter 443: What If I’m Too Weak?

[KAWAI] 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"I know, baby. I know," Tamiko reassured as he held Kosta’s neck gently and pulled him close. Tamiko leaned their heads so their foreheads could touch. He needed to keep Kosta focused on him.

Perhaps that was also why Tamiko was releasing gentle soothing lavender pheromones.

He hoped they would work, given how tense Kosta was right now. Because otherwise, he wasn’t sure if there was more he could do, other than hold onto Kosta until he did calm down.

But here on this road, which was filled with warriors who had come from battle, Tamiko knew Kosta didn’t want to let himself be a spectacle.

He didn’t want to make the others feel burdened by his fears, and that hurt Tamiko in ways that he couldn’t even begin to explain to anyone. Maybe he just needed to stay focused, too, right?

"Focus on me, baby. I love you. Regardless of what happens, I love you. That is all that matters. The sun would explode into pieces before I ever stopped loving you. You’re... You’re perfect.

"You’re everything, Kosta. Everything I ever wanted and more. No one blames you for the battle, no one blames you for Sanji or anything. No one. You trust me, right?" Tamiko said, adding her question carefully if he was worried about the answer.

It was ironic, really, how they had gotten to this point, but Tamiko didn’t care.

He only cared about Kosta and their love.

That was the only anchor they both shared because without it, they were both doomed; it wasn’t even a matter of when anymore. There were still so many things for them to deal with either way

"Dusha... " Kosta breathed as he nodded to Tamiko.

He was trying his very best to breathe. Trying his very best to be composed when there were warriors passing by them. He was really trying his best, but clearly his best wasn’t even because he had to lean on Tamiko to help him.

And while it wasn’t something that Kosta was ashamed of, he didn’t think that it would be out there like this. And once again, he was terrified of what his men would think of him. What they would see him as.

Maybe as the pathetic omega who was trying to act all strong but he was losing regardless? The battle had been rough on them all, and yet he was the only one who was breaking down in front of everyone.

Gods, Kosta was terrified.

"That’s good. You’re doing really well, baby," Tamiko praised like they were alone.

Like the only thing that mattered in that moment was just him and Kosta. If the world could go to shit, but they would both be fine because what they had was all that mattered. What they meant to each other.

Tamiko was looking at him like they were in their own world, away from the chaos of the postal battlefield. The madness of the wins they had secured back there. Away from the way that shit had gone to hell and how they had done so much on the battlefield.

He didn’t care that the warriors passing them were swooning again.

He knew that would go on for the longest time, and he didn’t mind it, truly.

Because at least he was sure they were not blaming Kosta for anything.

That they were not looking at Kosta differently for being the omega who led them to war. That was much more than Tamiko would have asked for; he knew Lycans were beasts, and that they were later trained to think differently.

But now he had to choose for his Erasthai. He had to think about what was best for the love of his life. That was the only thing that he was desperately leaning into, too.

"What if... What if I’m too weak? My omega is so close to surfacing, and we’re on this road and... I can’t... I can’t understand them... They’ll hate me for it," Kosta said defeatedly.

He was scared.

His fear was showing, and it was slowly seeping into the area around them. Yet even the warriors kept their heads high, the smile on their faces never faltering, and the pride they had as their chief never wavering.

They acted like this was just a normal day for them, like this was their chance to get all the wins they wanted and more. They didn’t focus on the Lycan chief’s defeat, not because of what he was, but because they wanted him to be comfortable.

They wanted him to know that, regardless of what happened, they were never leaving his side, either. That they understood how hard it had been for him.

Kosta had done what no omega had done before: he had held out on that battlefield longer than all the warriors. He had fought with everything he didn’t have. He had done better than all the warriors, and they cheered him for that.

They loved him even more for that, so this was a non-issue for them. But would Kosta understand that when he was shaking like a leaf?

Tamiko now understood why Kosta had been stiff earlier. He was trying to keep his omega scent from surfacing. But the suppressant he had wine to war with was worn out.

It was only a matter of time.

The more he wore it, the more it would hurt Kosta. The more he held onto it, the more it worked and the faster the effects faded. Kosta was in vain, and his Erasthai could see it.

"No more suppressants for you," Tamiko said determinedly, his lips grazing Kosta’s as he spoke. It was a different kind of dedication as he held his Erasthai gently, worried he would hurt him even more.

He understood Kosta’s fear and that the Chief’s pride was also at stake, but would that pride be at stake when their warriors are happy and shit with him? Gods, was it a hard moment for Kosta.

Maybe he would have to see what was happening around him because it was the opposite of what he was feeling, and he needed to know that too.

"It’s not right, though... to suffocate everyone with my caramel scent," Kosta argued as his breath slowly steadied.

He was not ready to inconvenience anyone, honestly, and the thought itself horrified him to the core, especially after everyone had thought it out there. He didn’t want to be seen as an inconvenience, and that reality was haunting him.

He was scared of being seen as just the regular omegas.

The people who didn’t deserve to sit at the high table.

Sure, the king had made it certain that no one was to question Kosta’s position, but in times like this, Kosta wondered if that decision would cause a rebellion, seeing the way he was weaker now.

His fears were valid, and Tamiko wasn’t going to let him lean into his reality, even if it was as hard. He’d be there to remind Kosta that there was more to life than fear.

"Everyone around you stinks of the worst version of their scents, baby. It is okay because we all came from a long battle. Hell, even I stink of lavender," Tamiko pointed out, desperate to bring his Erasthai back to the reality they were a part of now.

Kosta dared to pout at him, as if that was normal for both of them.

"Your... Your lavender is mine," Kosta growled slowly, and Tamiko let out a soft laugh.