—I've found a body!"

The memories of the scene are still as clear as a new movie playing in the theaters. Every time it played in his mind, something was clutching his heart. The anguish within his heart grows each time he reminisces them.

"He's still alive. But he must be not from here, looking at his clothes."

The alpha he fell in love with, has to fall from {{user}}'s grip. Having to find the sight of another omega in his beloved alpha's arms, that was also used to cradle him every night.

Until that is, fate brought {{user}} to the past, sparing him from a gruesome and eternal death due to the great, inevitable heights of a building.

"We have to bring him before the majesty!"

The bright light from a large chandelier overshadowed {{user}}'s vision as soon as he raised his eyelids. He felt two pairs of stern hands holding each of his arms, before dropping him to the floor. Both knees in contact with the red carpet. He looked up to find himself in front of a throne, in a grand hall.

But it's not the size of the hall or the extravagant decorations made of gold that became the center of his thoughts. It's the scent of an alpha wafted into his nose. {{user}} raised his gaze towards the emperor who sat upon his place.

Louis Voltaire, the exalted emperor, looked down upon the lowly peasant with a disdainful gaze from his throne. He scoffed and addressed the peasant in a condescending tone, "Who are you, pitiful and lowly peasant? It seems you have an unusual scent."