After Breaking Up with the Alpha Villain, I was Forcibly Marked. - Chapter 2

“Fk you, Xing Xiyan! If you’ve got the balls, just do it… showing off… your petty pheromones all day… what kind of skill is that…?”

He shifted his weakened legs backward, not forgetting to swing his makeshift weapon at the figure looming in his field of vision while shouting empty threats.

Unfortunately, his voice betrayed him first. Long before the Alpha took a step forward, his courage had already been trampled under those immaculate black boots, trembling uncontrollably.

Why does a “sweet novel” have such a perverted villain?

Why doesn’t his “protagonist halo” work at the critical moment?

Where exactly did he go wrong?

Hearing his outburst, the Alpha paused. The corners of his lips straightened slightly, pulling into an almost imperceptible ripple. The pheromones weighing down on Gao Chang instantly withdrew, vanishing without a trace.

“Since that is what you want, I shall grant your wish.”

Xing Xiyan’s pace was slow. With every step forward, he shed a piece of clothing his military cap, overcoat, gloves, belt, and shirt one by one.

His voice was like a cold, clear stream with a slight rasp; restrained, calm, and seemingly casual, making it difficult to discern the danger hidden beneath his words.

It was just like his quiet, beautiful, and unthreatening face, which instinctively drew people in, following him step by step. Only when they were truly trapped did they realize it was too late.

Gao Chang was stunned, his gaze darting back and forth between Xing Xiyan and the trail of discarded clothes on the ground.

Seeing those pale, slender fingertips reach for the waistband of his trousers, the familiar routine sent a chill of pure dread through Gao Chang’s heart.

“Stop fking undressing!!” he hurriedly shouted in protest, his frost-reddened knuckles gripping the wrench even tighter.

How could he have forgotten? Xing Xiyan was a major villain with absolutely zero morals—a natural-born seed of evil. To expect that a few sarcastic insults would strike a chord of shame in him was nothing more than asking for trouble.

The tall Alpha, now bare-chested, crouched before the fearful youth. With a flick of his hand, he caught the wrench swinging toward him.

A sharp crack echoed the sound of a wrist bone being dislocated beneath the metal ring was painfully clear.

Immediately after, he seized the ankle wearing the tracker and violently yanked the retreating Gao Chang into his arms. “You said… just do it.”

Since they could no longer return to how they used to be, he didn’t mind using a more simple and direct way to tell him:

He belonged to him.

Without his permission, he was allowed nowhere, let alone allowed to leave his sight.

A sudden chill crept in through the hem of his silky garment. Fingerpads rubbed and kneaded his narrow, warm waist with varying pressure. Ambiguous, deep kisses climbed up his neck, branding him with fresh “red plum” marks. The hand clamped around his ankle moved like a fish, sliding upward from the inside of his loose pant leg, pressing against his calf.

It felt as though a two-man show was about to premiere right here on this busy street, and Gao Chang had unfortunately become the unlucky protagonist.

Threads of cold air suddenly crawled up his spine. For a moment, he felt that the temperature of Xing Xiyan’s hands was several degrees lower than the freezing wind surrounding them.

Gao Chang couldn’t help but shiver. His peripheral vision accidentally caught the crowd gathered behind the Alpha pairs of eyes filled with unreadable expressions and the frequent flash of cameras. He broke into a cold sweat of pure terror.

Xing Xiyan had locked him in a dark room and taken from him without restraint; he could lie to himself and blame it on bad luck. But that didn’t mean he could accept being pinned to the ground and humiliated in such a barbaric fashion.

Especially not in broad daylight.