Mated to Four Alphas-Chapter 156: Misunderstanding - 5

"Wow, he’s such a good actor. I’ve watched Lysander’s dramas many times, but I’ve never seen a drama where an Omega character is portrayed as a badass. I wish my personality was like that too," Orian muttered to himself.

As he was lost in his thoughts, a servant entered the room. Even the servants here wore ancient-era outfits.

"Master, do you want some snacks?"

Orian flinched at first upon seeing the servant, but when he heard the mention of snacks, he quickly nodded.

The servant left and returned within five minutes, carrying a tray with chocolate and strawberry pastries and some wafers.

As the servant placed the snacks on the table, Orian noticed that he looked young—probably around the same age as him. The servant’s gaze, however, was fixed on the TV screen.

Suddenly, he asked, "Master, do you also like this actor, Silas? His acting is amazing, isn’t it?"

"Mhmm," Orian hummed in response, unable to say more.

After smiling at Orian, the servant left the room.

Orian picked up the chocolate pastry and took a bite. The moment it melted in his mouth, he was overwhelmed by the perfect taste.

Enjoying it thoroughly, he quickly finished both pastries. Just as he reached for the wafers, Meyer suddenly rushed into the living room.

As he stepped inside, his gaze immediately fell on Orian—awake, watching TV, and happily eating snacks.

"Babe, you’re still awake. Please tell me you were waiting for me," Meyer said, his voice low and teasing.

He untied his ponytail, letting his long hair fall freely. As he ran his fingers through it, he shrugged off one layer of his robe and carelessly tossed it aside.

"Okay, if you want me to say it... I was waiting for you."

By then, Meyer had already reached him and sat down beside him.

"What are you watching, Babe?"

Just then, Meyer noticed the screen—it was Silas’s drama.

Silas... his client. The one who had ordered Orian’s death.

Meyer’s gaze darkened for a brief moment, but he quickly masked his emotions.

He couldn’t tell Orian the truth. Not now. Not ever. Because Meyer had already abandoned the idea of killing him.

He had fallen in love at first sight.

"He’s a great actor, isn’t he? And you won’t believe it—I’ve met him a few times, face-to-face. In reality, he looks even more beautiful and cute. His vibe is really thrilling," Orian said excitedly.

"I see... but Babe, I’m tired right now. Can we go to sleep?" Meyer murmured.

Saying that, he rested his head on Orian’s shoulder, his long hair cascading over Orian’s.

"Can I ask you something?" Orian hesitated.

"Of course, Babe," Meyer replied lazily.

"Why do you have such long and beautiful hair?"

"Oh? I’m getting compliments now?" Meyer chuckled. "It’s because I like them."

"Okay... so, can I touch them?"

"Yeah, why not?" Meyer straightened up slightly, allowing Orian to reach out.

Orian extended his hand, running his fingers through Meyer’s hair, gently ruffling it.

"Wow... your hair is so smooth and silky," Orian murmured in awe.

"Hehe... Babe," Meyer chuckled, enjoying the attention.

Just then, Meyer grabbed the TV remote and turned it off, shocking Orian, who had planned to watch for a few more hours.

"Why did you turn off the TV?" Orian pouted.

"It’s time to sleep."

Before Orian could protest, Meyer slid one arm under his knees and wrapped the other around his back, effortlessly lifting him into his arms.

Caught off guard, Orian gasped, afraid he might fall. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms tightly around Meyer’s neck, holding on for dear life.

"Babe, forget about your fated mate, okay?" Meyer said firmly.

"Fated mate?" Orian repeated, confused.

"Yes. I don’t believe in that kind of thing. There’s no such thing—it’s all a lie," Meyer said coldly.

He had never believed in fated mates. To him, it was just an excuse people used—either to trap someone or to justify their obsession.

"You are going to live with me for the rest of your life. Keep that in mind. Even if your fated mate shows up, I am not going to let you go."

Even if Mayer hadn’t said this, Orin was never going to ask to leave again.

He had realized that living here was far better than staying in that big mansion, where all the servants treated him like he didn’t exist.

They dictated what he should eat, what he should do, when to sleep, and when to wake up.

Because Their parents weren’t there. And even his so-called mates were absent too.

"So be obedient, babe, okay?"

"Okay."

As soon as Orian replies, Mayer put him down on the end suddenly lies down and pulls Orian into his arms.

Orian understands that Mayer wants to sleep like this, so he doesn’t say anything—because Mayer told him to be obedient.

"Umm, babe, can you do that again? What you did in the living room?" fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

But Orian was confused. What had he done in the living room that Mayer was asking him to repeat?

"You were patting my head. Can you do it again until I fall asleep? And... can I lie in your arms?"

Orian moved away from Mayer and opened his arms. As soon as he did, Mayer quickly nestled into Orian’s embrace.

Even though his arms were small, Mayer still managed to fit himself within them.

Then, Orian started patting his head.

After 15 minutes, Orian’s hands started to hurt, and Mayer looked like he had fallen asleep. So, he stopped patting Mayer’s head.

But as soon as he did, Mayer’s eyes snapped open.

"Why did you stop?"

So, Orian started patting again. This time, when he stopped after a while, Mayer didn’t wake up. That meant he had finally fallen asleep.

After seeing that Mayer had finally fallen asleep, Orian closed his eyes. But after a while, he heard something and immediately opened them.

"Please... Please don’t leave me alone. Please don’t go... I’m begging you..."

It was Mayer. He was having a nightmare, literally crying while pleading with someone not to leave.

Seeing that, Orian felt bad. He hugged Mayer tightly, gently patting his back.

"There, there... I’m not going anywhere."

Mayer slowly calmed down from Orian’s comfort, nuzzling his head against Orian’s chest in his sleep before drifting off again.