After Little Sweet Omega Runs with the Ball - Chapter 24.1

The heavy rain outside showed no signs of letting up as time passed.

“The rain’s getting heavier again.”

Yuan Yin, who was driving, clicked her tongue in annoyance. “Can you hold on?”

In the backseat, Song Shuangtian was drenched in cold sweat, her back unconsciously arching with tension. Her hand pressed against her swollen abdomen, her eyes filled with a hollow, dazed expression.

“I’m fine.”

“I’m taking you to the hospital.”

Song Shuangtian stopped Yuan Yin’s suggestion. “I really am fine. I just need to rest for a while.”

Song Shuangtian thought to herself that if they went to the hospital, Ji Mingxue had the means to easily access the medical records.

By then, escaping would be impossible.

Yuan Yin: “You look anything but fine. There’s a hotel six kilometers ahead.”

Song Shuangtian could barely hear Yuan Yin’s words anymore.

After leaving the cemetery, whether it was due to some scent she had caught or simply from being drenched in the rain, her restless pheromones had instantly flared up.

An omega who had long been deprived of an alpha’s care was overly sensitive. Under normal circumstances, suppressants could alleviate most pheromone-related distress, but Song Shuangtian was pregnant omegas couldn’t use pheromone suppressants.

Moreover, even if she weren’t pregnant, most suppressants on the market wouldn’t have any effect on her body.

Suppressing the moan in her throat, Song Shuangtian began to hallucinate, how much better it would be if Ji Mingxue were here.

Yuan Yin cursed under her breath.

“I told you Ji Mingxue should know about your pregnancy. That woman doesn’t deserve to have it easy.”

Song Shuangtian: “…”

Despite her grumbling, Yuan Yin floored the accelerator, the car wheels kicking up mud from the roadside.

Song Shuangtian weakly curled up on the seat. Fortunately, the car was stable and spacious enough to allow the omega to half-lie across the backseat.

The poor little omega gently rubbed her aching belly in the dim light.

“Little one, please stop moving right now.”

The baby, as if ignoring Song Shuangtian’s plea, either with a hand or a foot, pressed against her womb.

It was as if silently asserting its presence or perhaps trying to soothe its mother’s restless emotions.

Song Shuangtian: “You’re just as annoying as your mother.”

The baby: “…”

Yuan Yin couldn’t take it anymore. “No need to curse at the baby like that, is there?”

Song Shuangtian: “.”

The luxury car pulled up in front of the hotel. Thankfully, there were still vacant rooms available. Outside, the rain poured down as if a hole had been torn open in the sky.

Yuan Yin helped Song Shuangtian into the room to rest. “Room 1906. Wait here, I’ll get the elevator for you.”

Once inside the room, the warm, dry air gradually eased the pain in Song Shuangtian’s abdomen. She took two pills from her bag and swallowed them, and the baby in her belly finally settled into quiet stillness.

The first-time mother-to-be stared at her reflection in the mirror, her figure now so changed it hardly seemed like her own. A strange feeling welled up in her heart.

Was she really going to be a mother?

This child would likely grow up in a single-parent household. She hadn’t prepared for anything, yet she was about to welcome this new life into the world.

Song Shuangtian poked her belly, frustration bubbling up. “If you look like Ji Mingxue, I’m throwing you in the trash.”

“President Ji, put the flowers down.”

Lu Xing wiped the cold sweat from her forehead as she looked at Ji Mingxue’s half-dead expression.

“Are you going into rut again?”

It was no surprise Lu Xing said “again.” Ji Mingxue’s pheromones had been unstable every other day. After receiving a strong suppressant injection recently, things had stabilized somewhat until now, when she clung to the white chrysanthemums tainted with Song Shuangtian’s pheromones and started acting off again.

#Hyperosmia is such a pain#

Lu Xing felt her current workload had far exceeded what Ji Mingxue had originally outlined when recruiting her to the company.

Why did she feel more like a nanny than anything else?

Ji Mingxue leaned back in the seat, a sheen of sweat forming on her forehead.

Her grip tightened on the white chrysanthemums, their petals already beginning to fall. Amid the cool floral scent, she could faintly detect the distinct orange blossom pheromones unique to an omega.

Her fingers dug into the leaves until green sap seeped beneath her nails.

Lu Xing: “Hospital?”

Ji Mingxue: “I’m fine. Just find a place to rest for a while.”

It wasn’t that Ji Mingxue particularly wanted to rest, it was that both she and Lu Xing were alphas, and Lu Xing would inevitably be affected by her pheromones. Ji Mingxue didn’t want Lu Xing losing focus and driving them into a ditch.

Lu Xing pulled up the navigation. “There’s a hotel six kilometers ahead.”

Ji Mingxue barely registered her words, letting out a vague hum in response as she closed her eyes wearily.

Outside, the rain poured heavily. Even inside the soundproofed car, the sharp patter of raindrops against the windows was unmistakable.

As the downpour intensified, a black sedan pulled up in front of the hotel.

Lu Xing’s gaze flickered to a car with out-of-town plates parked nearby, its wheels splattered with mud identical to the dirt on their own vehicle.

She dismissed the thought and looked away.

Check-in went smoothly. The front desk clerk handed over the key card. “Room 1907.”

Ji Mingxue took it. “Thanks.”

The alpha stood coldly in the elevator. Lu Xing had booked a separate room on a different floor, exiting at the sixteenth.

Alone in the empty elevator, the stainless-steel walls warped Ji Mingxue’s reflection into something almost pitiful.

Strands of her long hair clung to her damp cheeks, her suit jacket soaked through by the rain. In her arms, she held the wilting bouquet of white chrysanthemums.

Yet her striking beauty hadn’t dulled from the downpour, if anything, it lent her an eerie, siren-like allure.

“Song Shuangtian?”

Ji Mingxue muttered to herself, receiving no answer, of course.

“An illusion?”

In the elevator, she had caught the faintest trace of damp omega pheromones.

But the space was spotless no water stains, no signs of anyone having passed through.

Ji Mingxue’s nose twitched. Her obsidian-dark eyes scanned every corner but found nothing tied to Song Shuangtian.

The pheromones were so faint she began to doubt her own senses.

Her headache eased slightly.

The door clicked open as she inserted the key card. The alpha collapsed onto the sofa.

Outside, the sky darkened further. Ji Mingxue pressed a hand over her eyes, waiting silently for her damp clothes to dry from body heat.

Lu Xing knocked a few times at the door. When no answer came, she left a spare set of dry clothes outside before leaving.

Lu Xing stood at the doorway for a moment, catching an unusual scent in the air.

The thick, intertwining pheromones of an alpha and an omega made her cover her nose and quickly walk away.

“Those lovebirds must be having quite the time.”

Lu Xing rubbed her nose, assuming it was just a young couple next door indulging in their passion.

After all, only couples in the throes of new love could emit such intense pheromones.

Missing the Right Answer

An alpha in their rut tends to become irritable, prone to fits of rage smashing things isn’t unheard of.

Ji Mingxue was now consumed with madness, desperate for Song Shuangtian.

The alpha cursed under her breath.

She was beginning to regret it.

Regret not treating her little omega better. If she hadn’t forced Song Shuangtian to work overtime, if she hadn’t marked her against her will, if she had approached her more gently, would her little one have stayed by her side?

But Song Shuangtian was a liar.

And she was the fool who had fallen for a liar.

Ji Mingxue smiled bitterly: When did I become so sentimental?

Her mind was in chaos, completely unaware of the cracks in the poorly renovated walls of the old hotel.

Due to layout changes and drilling, several fine fissures had formed in the shared wall between the two rooms.

After taking her medication, Song Shuangtian lay quietly in bed, waiting for her pheromone levels to stabilize.

Exhausted, the omega slipped into a hazy dream.

In the dream, Ji Mingxue sat beside her, silently exuding the familiar scent of magnolia, alpha pheromones nourishing her and the child in her womb.

The pheromones coiled around her like invisible chains, creeping up from her ankles to her calves.

The omega’s feet arched, toes curling into a delicate curve.

“Ji Mingxue, enough!”

As she moved, the pearl necklace around Song Shuangtian’s neck slipped off, landing soundlessly on the thick carpet.

The pearls gleamed softly, reminding her of a particularly unpleasant memory.

That wretched alpha had once yanked her necklace from behind, forcing her to expose the most vulnerable part of her neck right where an alpha’s fangs could sink in.

Her soft gland had been pierced, flooded with thick alpha pheromones.

“Mmm…”

A tear slid from the corner of Song Shuangtian’s eye.

Even in sleep, the poor pregnant omega wasn’t spared. Her lips parted slightly, cheeks flushed an unnatural pink, her mouth as red and glossy as if she’d just bitten into a cherry.

That wretched alpha had invaded her dreams.

Dressed in white, the pregnant omega had shed some of her girlish shyness, replaced by the quiet maturity of pregnancy.

She arched her slender, pale neck like a swan awaiting slaughter.

On the white hotel bed, the omega twisted unconsciously before finally settling, spent, curling into the blankets.

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By morning, Ji Mingxue awoke from her dream.

She tossed her wrinkled suit aside, showered, and changed into the fresh clothes Lu Xing had left by the door.

“President Ji?”

Lu Xing leaned against the sofa. “You look like you slept well last night.”

A shadow flickered in Ji Mingxue’s eyes as she silently styled her hair back into its usual polished perfection.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you spent the night tangled up with some omega until dawn.”

Lu Xing adjusted her glasses upward, the cold gold frames glinting with a hint of amused gossip.

“Don’t make such pointless jokes, Lu Xing. I never realized you had such a twisted sense of humor.”

Ji Mingxue did, in fact, carry traces of an omega’s pheromones on her.

“Then how else do you explain why your pheromones have returned to normal levels now?”

“I… maybe it was that bouquet of white chrysanthemums yesterday.”

During her alpha’s estrus cycle, her hands had torn the chrysanthemums to shreds, scattering petals across the floor.

A faint flicker of regret passed through Ji Mingxue’s eyes. That bouquet had been a gift from Song Shuangtian to her mother. She shouldn’t have taken it, much less ruined it like this.

It was rare for an alpha to show such remorse, her eyes downcast like a child who had done something wrong.

This was a sight Lu Xing had never witnessed in all her twenty-some years of knowing Ji Mingxue. She could only sigh and pat her shoulder.

But this also indirectly proved just how crucial Song Shuangtian’s pheromones were to Ji Mingxue.

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