Chapter 63: Chapter 63 Incoming threats.
To recover, Daniel laid on Xylander’s enormous bed, far spent and exhausted. Thanks to Xylander’s vigorous make-out, his legs nearly got damaged.
Xylander, for whatever reason, felt guilty for being the cause of Daniel’s weakness, so he stayed on the same bed with him, cuddling him and massaging both his hair and body.
"Sorry for not taking it easy on you, next time I’ll be more gentle," Xylander assured. Since he discovered his groom was an omega, he had become adamant about protecting him with every ounce of his power and might. Even though Daniel refused to be saved by anyone, he still wouldn’t let him fall into harm’s way.
Daniel was too delicate for that—his precious jewel needed safeguarding.
Daniel felt overwhelmed by the attention. It kept bugging him constantly; even now, the way Xylander cuddled him showed he was gradually letting his guard down. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t part of the plan. Daniel had come in thinking Xylander was some cold billionaire, and with that mindset he concluded he wouldn’t get attached to him.
He even feared Xylander might be worse than Adrian, but so far, he was so sweet—sweet enough that Daniel’s heart clenched with fear. Good things like this never lasted in his hands. Something told him he would be thrown back on the street sooner or later. Maybe he had made a bad decision coming here.
Yes, it was all for revenge, but nothing should happen to Xyle because of it. It would be unforgivable if this wonderful soul died for him. That was why he had run from Draven—because damn, that guy was too pure even for his chaotic mindset. Yet how wrong he was.
Xylander was the purest—a walking definition of a green flag. God, his head was a mess. He was confused, feelings crashing into him all at once, unbearable and suffocating.
"You don’t need to keep apologizing. I asked for it, and you were in your most vulnerable moment, so I didn’t mind," Daniel replied, his eyes meeting Xylander’s hazel ones.
Those hazel eyes sparkled with warmth. Xylander snuggled closer, their hearts brushing lightly against each other.
"You know you can confide in me, hubby. I’ll understand no matter what, and I can help," Xylander proposed, trying to prove to Daniel that he didn’t need to keep hiding in the shadows, especially from him.
He loved Daniel as he was, obsessed with his strawberry-like pheromones. Daniel didn’t know, but Xylander could sniff out his scent easily. That was why he kept moving closer, remaining nose-length from his scent gland. Why couldn’t Daniel just trust him enough to come clean?
"Thanks for your honesty. I’ll think about it, but for now I have nothing to hide." Daniel let out a smile, though guilty conscience instantly enveloped him. Reaching his limit of vulnerability, he pulled away from Xyle and got down from the bed.
"Mind if I use your bathroom? Need to wash up—our wedding after-party still waits for us," Daniel reminded. Xyle groaned.
He didn’t want Daniel to leave. Even the party could wait. He wanted to keep cuddling him, to keep inhaling his pheromones and scent.
"So soon? Can’t you stay in bed longer? We can cuddle till we sleep off, I don’t mind." Xylander pouted, eyes soft and begging Daniel to return.
But Daniel’s mind was made up. This was all distraction. He was here for a mission and needed to keep reminding himself of that.
Romance was not an option, and Xyle’s pampering was as dangerous as igniting a fire on a cold night. He didn’t want passion—he wasn’t ready to reciprocate it.
"Nice try, Xylander, but I still need my bath." Daniel smirked and walked to the bathroom, using the chance to admire Xyle’s room.
Since he’d been too horny when he first entered, he hadn’t noticed the details. Now—gosh—it was marvelous.
Could Xyle be an artist? The way he decorated the room and the portraits of popular musicians were shocking. What made Daniel shudder most was one particular portrait that appeared again and again.
Justin Bieber. His damn portrait was right beside the bed stand, so big that Daniel half-feared it might fall off the wall and come to life.
Fine, a fan would always be a fan. It was nothing. Shaking it off, he closed the bathroom door. Xyle’s room was practically a museum, profoundly large—big enough to build an amusement park inside without losing space.
What a privilege it was to be born into such wealth.
Pulling a bathrobe from Xyle’s wardrobe, Daniel stepped into the shower. Water cascaded over his flawless skin as he rubbed through its texture, feeling the warmth seep in.
After tonight’s party, his grand plan regarding Adrian’s destruction and his family’s doom would begin. No time to waste. The earlier he started, the sooner he could end this wedding before it escalated into something uncontrollable.
Good things don’t last. Daniel sighed, still haunted by images of Xyle in his head. Would he be fine? Nothing bad would happen if he cut off the wedding—right?
Damn, he had to stop overthinking. When he reached the bridge, he would know how to cross it.
Meanwhile, Xylander was surprised his cute puppy eyes hadn’t worked. Since childhood, he always used them to get what he wanted, especially from his parents. The thought hit him, and his expression darkened instantly.
His mom was gone. Then his dad. And no matter how much he loved his father, he couldn’t forgive him for leaving so cowardly.
Why commit suicide? Couldn’t he think about his son and the life he’d leave behind? Just like that, he was gone—because society wouldn’t let him live the way he wanted.
As Xylander thought of his lovely mom, who had sacrificed so much to keep him happy, something clutched his chest. His body stiffened.
Calm down, Xyle. Calm down.
Then Daniel came to mind. Everything good that had happened at the wedding, his smile—it all made Xylander’s lips curve again.
That was it. He didn’t have to wallow in sorrow anymore. He had a gorgeous groom now, he reminded himself.
While Xyle consoled himself, Daniel came out of the shower—only to see a tear dangling down Xyle’s face.
Shocked, Daniel froze. It didn’t look like Xylander was crying—more like he was forcing a smile against hidden pain.
What happened? Just minutes ago he’d been happy. Slowly, Daniel stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Xylander from behind, and hugged him tightly.
"It’s okay, Xyle. I don’t know why you’re sad, but our creator will take charge. Nothing will happen," Daniel whispered, fondling his massive brunette hair as Xylander’s huge body leaned against his slender frame.
In the shadows, a car stopped at the dead end of a maze, hidden amidst trees and shrubs. Several masked figures stepped out.
The leader carried a huge AK-47 with two other rifles. Others were armed with daggers, guns, and knives, though safely tucked in their pockets.
"Let’s go. The door will be opened for us," a voice echoed softly. It was Adrian Valez. His crew followed, eyes sharp for any movement in the woods.
Arriving at the massive gate, Adrian stopped, surveying the enormous land. Soon, the gate screeched open.
Someone stepped out, blending with the dark, face hidden.
"Welcome. I thought you weren’t coming anymore. The wedding party is about to start. Let’s go—all the guards are asleep, thanks to my drugs." The man praised himself, and Adrian let out a dark chuckle.
Perfect. Here we comes. Daniel Morreti, you’re doomed from now henceforth.