Became Pregnant With the Demon King’s Child

Just before Felix could swallow the champagne, Lowell managed to reach him and stopped his hand. Felix’s icy gaze fell on him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Felix swatted Lowell’s hand away and raised an eyebrow before lifting the glass to his lips again. It looked like his pride had been pricked.
‘Ah… children.’

Lowell stopped Felix’s hand again. This time, Felix’s brows twitched, and he pushed Lowell’s hand away more forcefully.
“Don’t touch me without permission.”
The atmosphere around them grew tense. Most would’ve flinched under a glare like that, but Lowell, who had already written Felix off as a kid in need of counseling, saw it more like a puffed-up black cat baring its fur.

“Then I won’t touch you. But please, don’t drink that.”
“And why should I?”
Lowell leaned in and whispered just loud enough to be drowned out by the music.

“Because it’s drugged.”
“I don’t believe you. How do you plan to prove that? And how would you even know?”
Felix’s voice was sharp and cold with suspicion. The kind of eyes that had never known genuine help or kindness from others.

“So you’re really going to drink it anyway?”
“I don’t see why not.”
A throb pounded through Lowell’s skull.

‘He’s just a tall child.’
Kids like him didn’t respond to reason until you earned their trust first. But Lowell didn’t have time for that now.
“Then will you believe me if I drink it? But if I start acting weird, you have to stop me—and get me the antidote immediately.”

Felix looked at him like he’d lost his mind, clearly unable to comprehend why anyone would go that far. Taking advantage of that moment of confusion, Lowell tipped the glass back and downed it all at once. He wasn’t acting recklessly—he had his calculations.
From what he remembered, this body had no magical ability. He was terrible with swords and had no talent for magic either. So he assumed he wouldn’t react like Felix did and wouldn’t suffer a magical outburst.
‘Even if I do freak out a little, Felix will stop me.’
The flaw in his reasoning, however, was that the drug wasn’t designed to cause magical outbursts. That was only a side effect in those with overwhelming mana.

“See? Nothing’s happening. Looks like you were just being paranoid.”
Felix had barely finished speaking when the air began to fill with a slow, sweet honey scent. There was no mistaking it—it was the scent of an Omega’s pheromones. Both Felix and Lowell’s faces contorted at once.
‘This isn’t a magic booster at all, is it?’

A heavy, hot pulse welled up from Lowell’s lower abdomen.
‘Shit. I’m screwed.’
His entire body felt feverish—almost scalding. Even he could tell that the sweetness in the air was too thick, almost suffocating. The instruments that had been producing beautiful melodies slowly faded into silence, and all eyes in the hall turned to him.

‘Still… better me than Felix going berserk.’
Even as things veered sharply toward disaster, the first thought that came to Lowell’s mind was relief. He told himself he had to cling to that kind of positive thinking—otherwise, the ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ heat would devour him whole.
“Are you all right?”

Felix’s face had gone pale, like it’d been drained of all color. He looked like he was blaming himself for not trusting Lowell and letting things spiral this far. Lowell took that opening and gestured toward him. Slightly cowed by the guilt, Felix didn’t resist and bent closer to hear what he had to say.
“If I start doing anything… weird… you said you’d stop me, right?”
Even his breathing was heavy with heat. His honeyed voice melted into Felix’s ear like syrup.

“There should be… an empty room nearby. Lock me in and bring me the antidote…”
Lowell’s pants were already damp. If someone stripped him down right now, it’d be a full-blown mess. If it weren’t for his extraordinary self-restraint, he wouldn’t even be able to hold a coherent conversation in this state.
“Understood.”

Beads of sweat formed along Felix’s brow. Being this close to an Omega whose heat had been forcibly triggered—it made his heart hammer as if it were about to burst. He looked around for a Beta servant to call over, but all he met were cold, indifferent stares. No one moved to help. That instinctive revulsion made the hairs on his neck stand on end.
To him, humans—especially the ones at this party—were not to be trusted. And now he was supposed to leave this sweet-faced Omega, whose voice was as lovely as a songbird’s, in someone else’s care? That would be a disaster waiting to happen.
“Haah…”

Taking a deep breath, he gently pulled Lowell into his arms and loosened his robe to wrap it around him—hiding the boy’s face from the crowd.
“Put your arms around my neck.”
Felix didn’t really intend to let go, but he said it anyway, as if to steady himself. Soft white arms looped around his neck. Every place Lowell’s fingers touched, even his hair, felt hypersensitive. It unsettled Felix. He told himself it was just the Omega pheromones.

“My apologies for the disturbance. May I be excused from the event?”
“There’s no need to ask permission. Go.”
The Crown Prince waved him off indifferently. Then he scanned the room with a chilly stare, as if trying to figure out who had orchestrated this fiasco. He clearly wasn’t particularly interested in his cousin—but it was evident that he didn’t appreciate any sort of disruption at his event.

Repelled by that inhuman indifference, Felix moved quickly, eager to leave this suffocating place. The Lowell in his arms was growing hotter by the second, and his pheromones were thickening in a desperate attempt to entice the Alpha holding him. Once they slipped into an empty corridor, the tension ebbed, and a faint smoky apple scent drifted from Felix’s body—a scent he himself loathed.
“Hhh…”
But to Lowell, it was something entirely different. He buried his nose into Felix’s neck and inhaled deeply, as if it were the scent of life itself.

“You smell good.”
He looked up at Felix and smiled brightly. Under the moonlight, Lowell’s eyes shimmered like a lone lighthouse lighting up the darkness. Felix couldn’t stop himself—he felt like a ship drawn toward that light. He knew it was all because of the drug, but he couldn’t pull his heart away.
Felix scowled at the bulge pressing against his robes.

“Hold on tight.”
He said it again. The moment he felt Lowell’s grip tighten, he quickened his pace to almost a sprint. Finally, they reached one of the guest rooms. His hands fumbled once or twice before the door finally opened. He laid Lowell down on the plush bed and took several deep breaths before turning away.
“I’ll bring the antidote.”

It would be easy to give in to temptation. But resisting—that was where the true value lay. Felix had long since learned this lesson. Every time he’d let his guard down, enemies waited, knives drawn. His endurance was less discipline and more survival instinct.
“Felix, don’t go.”
And yet, he couldn’t ignore that soft voice calling him—or the hand clutching his sleeve.

“Please… help me.”
Lowell’s eyes were hazy and unfocused. It was clear which words to heed—those uttered before the drug, not after. And yet Felix hesitated, torn.
“Shh… just hang in there. Once I get the medicine, it’ll all be over.”

Felix had never even tried comforting a child, let alone another adult. Clumsily, he reached out to stroke Lowell’s hair. As a child, he’d watched other kids receive love from their parents with jealous eyes. When he got hurt during sword training, his father would only look at him with disappointment. On days like that, he’d sneak into his room and mimic the voices of other children’s parents to comfort himself. Felix recalled those memories as he gingerly touched Lowell.
“Can’t you… just hold me?”
Lowell’s eyes glistened with tears. His mind had likely abandoned him the moment the heat took hold. It was a miracle he’d stayed lucid this long—no one could blame him.

“Felix… save me…”
Lowell rubbed his face into Felix’s hand, pleading. Jewel-like tears streamed down his cheeks, and Felix was hit with a crushing wave of self-loathing.
“Just a little more. Hang on.”

But even as he said it, Felix’s body was already climbing onto the bed. The pheromones he’d been holding back now spilled out wildly, flooding the room. Lowell let out a short, shuddering breath, as if he couldn’t take it anymore.
“I can’t… I can’t hold on…”
Felix cursed under his breath—and kissed him. Lowell’s soft, sweet tongue responded immediately, as if it had been waiting.

Felix’s hands trembled slightly as he undressed him. He knew that if he let himself relax even for a second, he might end up doing something unforgivable to a body that wasn’t ready.
“Ah… hurry, I’m so hot… my head… ngh, it’s like it’s breaking…”