Kiss the Scumbag-Chapter 24

"Stop it."

Without hesitation, Winston cut her off coldly, as if telling her not to whine any further about something that had already been decided.

Though not pleased with her son’s high-handed attitude, Camellia decided to be magnanimous. After all, it was Winston who had to carry out the will, and ultimately, Winston who was making the biggest sacrifice in all this.

Still, she couldn’t quite let it go.

"Winston."

Camellia called his name softly to draw his attention. When Winston turned his gaze back to her, she began speaking in her usual gentle tone.

"Would it be alright if I invited Evelyn to the wedding? We’ve known that family for such a long time. Besides, you and she were childhood friends."

There was obvious exaggeration in her words.

The truth was, Winston had only gone to kindergarten with Evelyn, and naturally, he barely remembered any of it. Growing up, they had only exchanged simple, polite greetings whenever they happened to cross paths.

Had Winston never met Yujin, perhaps things might have been different between them.

But that was meaningless speculation now.

In reality, Winston had met Yujin — and his relationship with Evelyn ended right there.

Even so, he didn’t want to continue this pointless conversation with his mother.

"Do as you wish."

"Thank you, dear."

Beaming with joy at his permission, Camellia smiled brightly.

Watching her son finally take a bite of the buttered bread, she waited for the right moment before casually speaking again.

"You seem relaxed today. Did you delay going to work?"

"I'm taking the day off."

Winston replied after swallowing the bread.

"McCoy is coming in the afternoon. I’ll review the documents and immediately proceed with the legal formalities."

Upon hearing this, Camellia felt a chill down her spine.

She knew exactly what "documents" and "legal formalities" meant.

A sudden wave of grim reality hit her.

Her precious son, whom she had struggled so much to bring back, was going to be entangled with that thing again.

She couldn’t bear the thought.

"Winston, let me say just one more thing."

Fixing her gaze on him with a serious expression, Camellia spoke.

Winston, wordless, only met her eyes silently.

"Whatever you do, do not bite the ear."

Her voice was sharp and full of tension as she gave this stern warning.

"If you accidentally leave a mark, who knows what kind of trick that thing will try to pull. What if it uses that as an excuse to cling to you?"

Winston narrowed his eyes instead of answering.

A crooked smirk escaped his lips.

"Mother, I'm not stupid."

Relieved by her son's answer, Camellia's expression softened at last.

"Yes, of course. I trust you."

Speaking kindly again, as usual, she rang the bell on the table.

The butler, who had been waiting in the hallway, entered quietly.

Camellia ordered her usual morning tea.

"Two spoons of honey."

"Understood."

The butler answered politely and left.

For the first time that day, her face looked peaceful as she waited for her tea.

Winston wiped his mouth with a napkin and got up.

"Where are you going?"

Camellia asked as she watched her son suddenly stand while she waited for her tea.

Looking down at her from where he stood, Winston replied bluntly.

"I’ll go horseback riding. Stay and relax as long as you wish."

"Oh, no. I'll just finish my tea and leave. Go ahead."

She rose, lightly hugged him, and smiled softly.

"My proud son."

Her face was filled with affection, but Winston felt nothing.

Camellia herself knew this was natural now that Winston had manifested as an Extreme Alpha.

It was common knowledge that Extreme Alphas had drastically weakened emotional functions due to the effects of pheromones.

Expressionless, Winston turned and left the breakfast room.

The butler standing by the hallway straightened upon seeing him.

"Prepare the horse."

At Winston’s curt command, the butler bowed respectfully.

Winston ascended the central staircase with long strides and headed to his room.

Running his hand through his hair, he unbuttoned his shirt as he walked to the connected dressing room.

Just as he was about to grab comfortable riding clothes, his gaze met his reflection in the large mirror covering one wall.

"Do not bite the ear."

The moment he saw his familiar violet eyes, his mother's warning naturally resurfaced.

His expressionless face twisted into a slight scowl, and a sneer appeared.

Alpha marks were meaningless anyway.

Alphas could mark countless Omegas, but it had little effect.

Marks often disappeared for no reason.

Most importantly, true ownership was impossible.

Even if an Alpha left a mark, the Omega’s pheromone scent would remain accessible to others, and if another Alpha overwrote the mark, the Omega could easily replace them.

In the end, an Alpha’s mark only served one purpose — to make orgasms faster and stronger during sex.

It was as if God was declaring that Alphas were nothing more than breeding tools.

On the other hand, Omegas could only mark a single Alpha in their lifetime.

In return, the Alpha marked by an Omega would be bound to them until death.

Only that Omega could sense the Alpha’s pheromones and have children with them.

Ultimately, the real power lay with Omegas.

It might seem like a great privilege, but for Omegas, it was a life-risking decision.

If feelings changed or the mark was forced, Alphas often killed their Omegas.

Death was the only way to break free.

So what exactly made Extreme Alphas so superior?

Winston thought to himself.

In the end, they were still at the mercy of pheromones.

Of course, there were other cases.

If the Omega they desired chose another Alpha, the losing Alpha sometimes killed the Omega out of refusal to accept defeat.

In that sense, Alphas were worse than beasts.

At least animals accepted loss gracefully.

Of course, the Alpha who killed would eventually be killed by another.

Alphas' obsession with their Omegas was tremendous.

Losing their Omega guaranteed [N O V E L I G H T] revenge, no matter what it cost.

His mother knew the textbook definition of Alpha marks.

But Betas never truly grasped how meaningless they were.

That’s why they could say things like that so easily.

Still, Winston saw no need to correct her.

He had no desire to waste energy on her pointless worries.

Who cares anyway?

There was zero chance he’d ever leave a mark on him.

To Winston, Yujin was nothing more than a tool to execute the will.

He would never forget that.

There would be no confusion.

One deadly mistake was enough.

Winston ripped off his shirt and grabbed a polo shirt.

A large, ugly scar stretched diagonally across his broad, muscular back, reflected harshly in the mirror.

"Really, Daddy? I really can go outside?"

Angela gasped with excitement at Yujin’s words.

Her face flushed pink as Yujin smiled gently and caressed her cheek.

"Of course, Angie. Let’s pack some sandwiches and head out. We’ll eat lunch in the garden and come back inside, okay?"

"Yay, that sounds amazing!"

Unable to contain her excitement, Angela jumped up and down on the spot.

Seeing her so happy — for the first time since the fire — Yujin felt both warmth and guilt.

Why hadn’t he thought of this sooner?

They had spent nearly every moment cooped up in the room, aside from washing or going to the bathroom.

It was only natural for her to be overjoyed now.

Remembering how Angela never once complained despite that made his heart ache.

He had been so focused on planning their escape that he’d forgotten to live even a little.

But now, with his resolve to eventually flee when the chance came, scouting the inside and outside of Delights — the main mansion — was crucial.