Distorted Fairy Tale - Chapter 24

Song Zhen had once heard people say that an Alpha in their Rut was no different from a wild beast in heat.

He had now experienced the harrowing reality of that statement for three days and nights.

On the first day, the aphrodisiac incense clouded Song Zhen’s mind. His body felt as though it were being consumed by an inferno, and Fu Yuhang was the only spring of cool water capable of dousing the flames.

Song Zhen had craved his touch, desperate for anything to extinguish the violent fire raging within him.

By the second day, as the scent of the incense began to wane, Song Zhen slowly regained his senses. Fu Yuhang, however, had been pushed into a full-blown Rut by the chemical stimulation.

Song Zhen had tried to administer a suppressant, only to be seized by a single hand and pinned to the bed for another relentless round of conquest.

As a Beta, Song Zhen lacked the pheromones needed to soothe an Alpha in Rut. Without that biological anchor, Fu Yuhang remained in a constant state of hyper-arousal and stress. No matter how many times he marked the Beta before him, the scent of his pheromones would eventually fade a biological failure that only drove the Alpha into a deeper, more frantic madness.

Song Zhen drifted in and out of consciousness.

The back of his neck was a bloody, mangled mess, bordering on numbness. The excessive, frequent marking left him entirely susceptible to Fu Yuhang’s pheromonal command; he could do nothing but submissively open his body and endure the entanglement.

By the third day, the aphrodisiac had lost its hold entirely. Song Zhen tried to flee, only to be dragged back by the ankle.

He reached his breaking point. His body had been pushed far beyond its physical limits. He begged for mercy, struggled with every ounce of strength, and wept in despair, but none of it could make Fu Yuhang stop.

Song Zhen felt as though he were dying.

Driven by instinctual dominance, the irrational Alpha was displeased by the Beta’s resistance. Fu Yuhang bound Song Zhen’s thrashing hands with a necktie, unleashing his desires without restraint. He had become a slave to his own lust, little more than a hound in heat.

“Don’t bite your lip, baby. I love the sound of your voice.”

“I love you so much.  It’s so beautiful here, baby.”

“Why do your eyes look so much like a kitten’s? Are you a little cat in disguise, my darling?”

“Look at me. Look at me, sweetheart. Look at what I’m doing to you. Do you want to reach out and feel it?”

The Alpha began to murmur strange, nonsensical things that made Song Zhen’s face burn with shame. “Fu Yuhang, I can’t. please, no more,” he pleaded. “I’m so tired.  I’m in so much pain.”

Fu Yuhang kissed the tears from his face, burying his head against Song Zhen’s chest as if he hadn’t heard a word. He pressed a kiss to his collarbone. “I’ll give you everything, Gege. Alright?”

“Fu Yuhang!” Song Zhen shook his head in terror, his tears flowing like an endless stream. “We really can’t. something will break.”

“It won’t, Gege,” Fu Yuhang murmured obsessively. “I’ll be gentle. I won’t hurt you.”

As it turned out, the promises an Alpha makes in bed are nothing but lies. Song Zhen broke into a cold sweat from the pain, his face deathly pale. Before he finally slipped into unconsciousness, he gasped out one final plea: “Fu Yuhang… there’s a baby in my stomach… you can’t do this…”

On the third night, when Song Zhen was jolted awake by the pain, he couldn’t stop the silent, broken sobs. It was one thing to be lost in a haze, but to be treated this way while conscious made him feel like nothing more than a toy a tool for Fu Yuhang to use at his whim, devoid of any human rights.

This profound humiliation, coupled with the physical agony, stripped away his last shred of dignity.

“Fu Yuhang, I hate you.” he choked out. “I truly, truly hate you.”

Fu Yuhang remained a prisoner of his pheromones and lust. He drowned in a sea of desire, peppering Song Zhen’s tears with kisses. “How can you look so beautiful, even when you’re crying, my love?”

Wrapped in a crushing sense of powerlessness, Song Zhen’s heart went cold.

How much longer will this Rut last? When can I leave this room?

Regret began to gnaw at him. Why had he meddled? The person who drugged Fu Yuhang had clearly intended to sleep with him; perhaps he had simply ruined a “good thing” for the Alpha.

He didn’t know when this torture would end. He felt his life slipping away.

With a sudden, piercing pain, Song Zhen gripped the sheets. His toes curled, and he felt a strange, terrifying sensation as if something vital were flowing out of him. Drenched in cold sweat and with bloodless lips, he murmured before the darkness claimed him:

“Fu Yuhang.  It hurts. It really hurts.”

“Mummy.” “Mummy.” “Mummy.”

Song Zhen heard a tiny, tender voice. He looked around but couldn’t see anyone until a pair of small hands tugged at his hem. “Mummy, I’m here.”

Looking down, Song Zhen saw a beautiful, fair-skinned little boy.

“You are?” Song Zhen asked.

“Mummy, I’m the baby,” the boy said, hugging Song Zhen’s leg and smiling up at him.

Song Zhen’s eyes widened in shock. “Baby?!” He quickly scooped the child into his arms.

He held the boy close, kissing his forehead and whispering his name again. “Baby.”

“Mummy, I’ve come to say goodbye.”

Song Zhen froze. “What?”

“I have to go somewhere very far away. The people there said I should say goodbye to the person I love most.”

“Why do you have to go?” Song Zhen squeezed him tighter.

“Because  it hurts, Mummy, it hurts so much.” The boy’s sweet face began to dissolve. The melting spread until the child in his arms became nothing more than a pool of blood.

“Baby!”

Song Zhen jolted awake.

His face was drenched in tears. He panted heavily, slowly realizing he was in a hospital ward. He had no memory of how he had arrived; his body felt like lead, and his head throbbed with a heavy fog.

“Nngh.  hiss!”

He tried to climb out of bed for a glass of water, but the movement triggered a sharp, agonizing pain in his lower abdomen.

He winced, his brow furrowing deeply.

The sound of footsteps approached, and Fu Yuhang appeared before him.

It was the first time Song Zhen had ever seen the Alpha looking so dishevelled. His eyes were bloodshot, dark circles weighed heavily beneath them, and a layer of stubble shadowed his jaw.

In his hand, he held an unlit cigarette.

As Fu Yuhang drew closer, the overwhelming scent of stale tobacco clung to him.

“Do you want water?” Fu Yuhang’s voice was hoarse.

Song Zhen nodded.

Fu Yuhang poured a glass of warm water and watched as he drank it all. With an uncharacteristic, almost eerie patience, he asked, “More?”

Song Zhen shook his head.

Fu Yuhang took a seat in the chair beside the bed.

Song Zhen leaned back against the pillows and turned his face away. He couldn’t bear to look at him.

Fu Yuhang didn’t speak either; he simply watched him in a silence so heavy that a falling needle would have sounded like a thunderclap.

After a few minutes of this wordless standoff, Song Zhen couldn’t take the searing intensity of the Alpha’s gaze any longer. He turned back.

“What are you doing?”

His own voice startled him—it was terrifyingly raspy.

Fu Yuhang remained silent, his gaze complex. In those obsidian eyes, the usual cold indifference was gone, replaced by a strange, suffocating emotion.

Song Zhen thought he must be seeing things.

Is that… grief?

“Song Zhen.”

Fu Yuhang said his name with a sudden, heavy gravity.

A cold dread pooled in Song Zhen’s chest. He knew, instinctively, that whatever came next would be devastating.

“The child,” Fu Yuhang’s cold face seemed to crack, sorrow leaking through the fissures. “Is gone.”

“What?”

Song Zhen wondered if he was hallucinating. He asked again, breathless with disbelief, “What did you say?”

“The child is gone,” Fu Yuhang repeated. It was slightly easier the second time.

Song Zhen flung back the covers and reached for his stomach. The slight swell that should have been there was gone. It was flat.

His expression froze. He touched himself again and again, his hands trembling.

There was no trace of life left. Only emptiness.

He stared at Fu Yuhang with wide, glazed eyes.

“How can it be gone… how is the baby gone?”

After a long silence, Fu Yuhang finally spoke.

“It was I who killed him.”

“During the Rut. I lost control.”

“I caused the miscarriage. I killed them.”

With every word, the colour drained from Song Zhen’s face. He began to shake uncontrollably as the dream rushed back to him.

Tears spilled over and hit the duvet with a soft thud.

“The baby came to me in a dream.  he said it hurt,” Song Zhen choked out, clutching the covers as he began to sob hysterically. “Fu Yuhang, did you hear that? He said he was in pain.”

“He said it hurt so much. he melted into blood right in front of me.”

“The baby said he was hurting.”

“And I hurt too.” He wept with a soul-crushing despair before turning his bloodshot eyes toward the Alpha in a fit of rage. “Fu Yuhang, why? Why did you do this to me?!”

In a frenzy, Song Zhen grabbed the pillow behind him and hurled it at Fu Yuhang. The Alpha didn’t flinch; he simply sat there and took it.

“He was five months old!” Song Zhen screamed, grabbing the glass from the bedside table and throwing it.

It struck Fu Yuhang squarely in the forehead.

Bright red blood began to trickle down the side of his face.

Then came the remote control, the tissue box, the fruit basket.

Fu Yuhang didn’t say a word. Song Zhen’s voice broke as he shrieked, “How could you be so cruel! I told you to stop! Why didn’t you stop?!”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP!!!”

“Fu Yuhang, I hate you! I hate you!”

In his violent agitation, Song Zhen coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He felt as though something were wailing deep within the marrow of his bones a frantic, thick weeping that shrieked of something lost forever.

Then, the world went black.

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