After Mistakenly Marking My Ex’s Older Sister, the Disabled Alpha Stood Up - Chapter 73

Hiding at Jin Corporation for a full month, Jin Yunhan wasn’t simply passing the time with idle meals in between work.

Long before Lin Ruxi came to her, Yunhan had already racked her brains, rehearsing countless countermeasures and scenarios in her mind.

First of all, she decided she would never admit that the person in the Queen’s chambers that night had been her. She had been kidnapped, blindfolded, half-dazed—she hadn’t seen anyone, hadn’t known anything.

Second, if she was truly forced to admit she’d ended up in bed with someone, then she would throw herself at the Queen’s feet and beg forgiveness.

And if even an apology failed… then she would have no choice but to use her last, most desperate resort.

Her lips twisted faintly as her hand brushed over the gland at her nape, still tender with the lingering sensation of a woman’s bite. Ever since being reverse-marked by an S-class Omega, her nights had been restless; she often woke in disarray, knees pulled up under the sheets, gulping cold water to cool the flush of embarrassment.

And now—here it was again. The violet-hued pheromones of an S-class Omega surged toward her in a tidal wave.

Yunhan’s body arched back involuntarily, a strangled breath escaping as her head tipped against the Queen’s full bosom, like sinking into two clouds of downy softness.

Her pale wrists, however, were trapped tight in the Queen’s tie, the fabric biting cruelly into her skin. The harder she struggled, the deeper the crimson welts cut into her flesh.

“You really think you can run from this?” Lin Ruxi’s fingers traced Yunhan’s cheek with deceptive gentleness, like a leopard caressing its prey moments before striking.

“It hurts!”

In the next instant, Lin Ruxi twisted her down against the armrest of the chair with crisp efficiency—like a police officer who could handcuff a criminal single-handedly.

Strands of soft, wavy hair brushed across Yunhan’s wrist, mingling with the Queen’s pearl necklace as it slipped forward, both grazing her reddened skin.

Yunhan’s breath came shallow and stifled under the pressure. She parted her lips to protest, but Lin Ruxi suddenly released her wrist, leaning forward instead to pluck a file from the desk. As her hair brushed Yunhan’s earlobe, the sweet scent of violets lingered.

“Little Jin’s proposal is beautifully written,” she murmured.

Her fingertip tapped against a chart on the third page. “Using factories in Country C to offset the trade risks in Country A… this move is far more clever than what your sister pitched to the board. Impressive.”

The words fell like feathers, impossibly light, yet brushing soft against Yunhan’s heart.

No one had ever praised her above her sister before. Yunhan stared at the Queen through the veil of falling hair, at the familiar curve of her smile—and at the rare gleam of genuine approval in her eyes. Heat bloomed in her chest, flustering her.

For as long as she could remember, Yunhan had feigned incompetence—playing weak, holding back six or seven parts of her strength—just to avoid Jin Yunxi’s suspicion, to keep her sister from thinking she coveted the position of heir.

“Hh—”

The Queen’s manicured nails flipped another page. The knot of the tie around Yunhan’s wrist tightened with a soft snap. Her molars pressed hard into her lip as her throat worked under the strain. Who else could nonchalantly leash someone like a dog with one hand, while calmly reviewing documents with the other?

She retracted her earlier thought.

The Queen, however, had no intention of letting her off. “Such a clever little Miss Jin—and you expect me to believe you don’t know who I am?”

Lin Ruxi loosened her hair. The long, honey-brown waves of the royal Violet lineage spilled like a waterfall. Blond hair, jade-green eyes—noble, dignified, but tinged with untamed wildness. Regal and beautiful all at once.

Yunhan had only ever glimpsed Lin Ruxi on the news or at formal banquets. This was only the second time she had been this close to her. The thought of how close they’d been the last time—close enough for skin to collide in raw, forbidden contact—made her cheeks burn.

Under the warm glow of the desk lamp, the tips of her ears flushed pink. Her throat bobbed once before she lowered her gaze and whispered, “Forgive me, Your Majesty. I should never have marked you.”

“It was treasonous. You are far above me. I… I had no right to overstep.”

In truth, it had been Yunhan who’d fallen victim to the heat-inducing mist that night. Yet she deliberately shifted the blame onto herself. It had been Lin Ruxi who abducted her, and everything afterward was little more than passion carried by the tide.

Jin Yunhan… she had done it on purpose.

Lin Ruxi’s eyes narrowed, the line of her jaw tightening with icy frost.

“I’m not feeling well,” she said coldly, fingertips brushing her lower abdomen, her expression dark. Jin Yunhan was detestable enough—but Yunhan speaking to her this way, twisting things so shamelessly, was unforgivable.

Her mood soured.

But Yunhan misunderstood. The Alpha who so often pretended to be a fool bit her lip, a shy blush creeping over her face. In an unusually earnest tone, she whispered, “Forgive me, Your Majesty… I’d never done it before. I hope I didn’t hurt you?”

“…It was your first time?” Lin Ruxi blinked. Against her will, her mood lightened. With a faint tug, she pulled the tie loose, releasing Yunhan’s wrists.

It made sense. This Alpha had been so hopelessly clumsy at the start, nearly fumbling the entrance altogether, awkward to the point of exasperation—no wonder she’d wanted to bite her.

Yunhan’s blush deepened. She gave the smallest nod.

The moment the tie slipped away, relief surged through her. Elated, she seized the chance to put distance between them, stepping back quickly as though retreating from the battlefield.

Lin Ruxi: …

“The inhibitor patch on your neck—why did you replace it? Have you found a new Omega?” The Queen’s voice cooled, laced with faint displeasure.

She studied the Alpha before her. Yunhan looked more like a college athlete than a corporate executive—less composed than her sister, but younger, fresher. There was something about her—bright and effervescent, like soda bubbling in the summer heat: cool on the surface, but when uncapped, bursting with wild, white fizz that left an unforgettable sting.
“Come here.” The Queen’s voice carried an irresistible command.

Yunhan hesitated, then reluctantly edged forward until she stood before her.

Lin Ruxi reached out, peeling away the inhibitor patch from the back of her neck as though unclasping a dog’s collar. Her nose brushed close, inhaling deeply like a vampiric seductress.

Yunhan flinched, curling in on herself, trying to pull away. But the Queen’s grip clamped down like an iron vise.

“Your Majesty… I only like Alphas,” Yunhan choked out, her voice taut with defiance.

This time, she wasn’t lying. In the past, she truly had admired Jin Yunxi, always treating herself as a reserve recruit for AA romances. The videos she watched, the explicit material she studied—all focused on AA dynamics.

Of course, out of curiosity, she had skimmed a few AO practical manuals as well. But those were nothing more than theory on paper. It wasn’t until the Queen that she ever had a chance to put any of it into practice.

Yet after just one real experience, all those AA disks and hard drives back home were tossed straight into the trash. Those old AA fantasies suddenly seemed… worthless, dull, utterly tasteless. Naturally, this was something she would never, ever admit to the Queen.

Now, she could only grit her teeth and insist she liked Alphas—that she was a die-hard AA type, the kind who could never be bent back.

The instant those words left her lips, she saw the curve of the Queen’s mouth freeze into something sharp and glacial.

“Little A.” Lin Ruxi tapped her wristwatch, and the office door swung open.

A tall figure entered at an unhurried pace, muscles faintly visible beneath a black leather jacket.

“Go,” Lin Ruxi ordered, her voice soft but edged with amusement. “Let her prove it. Since Little Jin insists she’s an AA type, this Queen is very curious.”

Lounging in a velvet chair, she poured herself a glass of red wine and sipped delicately, her eyes narrowing with predatory mischief as they locked on Jin Yunhan’s pale face.

“As you command, Your Majesty.”

The moment Little A’s hand touched her shoulder, sharp citrus-mint collided with ocean musk, sending invisible shockwaves through the air.

Jin Yunhan went rigid, nails digging into her palms. When Little A’s hot breath brushed her ear, goosebumps exploded across her skin. She lashed out with her elbow toward Little A’s chest—but her wrist was instantly caught and twisted back.

“Tch.” Lin Ruxi hooked a finger under her chin, her gaze dangerous. “The Jin sisters truly do have peculiar tastes, don’t they?”

Always lying.

Jin Yunxi claimed to like Betas. Now her younger sister claimed to like Alphas.

But the day she marked her, Jin Yunhan’s bite on her gland had been harsher than a wolfdog’s—reckless, forceful, and excessive.

Her hand pressed absently against her still-tender lower abdomen, teeth clenching. Someone’s performance back then had been nothing like the weak, cowardly act she was putting on now.

She knew perfectly well: from childhood, Jin Yunhan had always been a formidable rival to Jin Yunxi. That she later withdrew from the fight for heirship—outsiders thought it was incompetence. But Lin Ruxi knew better. Jin Yunhan had done it because she truly admired her sister, and willingly chose to remain in her shadow.

AA type? Was Jin Yunhan really?

Even Lin Ruxi wasn’t certain. Because when Jin Yunhan had been with her and Little A, she had seemed… more excited, hadn’t she?

So she asked, “Do you still remember Little A? The Alpha who came with me?”

Jin Yunhan shook her head violently like a rattle drum, glanced at Little A up and down, then blinked innocently. “Don’t remember.”

Little A pressed her lips together. Those clear eyes landed on Jin Yunhan with an uncharacteristic flicker of embarrassment. Because she remembered her.

She had resented that Jin Yunhan became the Queen’s second Alpha, granted the right to deep marking and even unprotected release.

Yet she couldn’t deny that when they had served the Queen together, their cooperation had been seamless.

So… was Jin Yunhan really not into AAs? The way she moved—whether side by side, intertwined, front and back—she had seemed more exhilarated, driven harder.

But her resistance just now had been so stark, so unfeigned, it couldn’t have been an act. Little A was left baffled.

Once she denied it, twice, three times… this was deliberate deception.

Lin Ruxi’s face turned to ice.

A flick of her eyes, and Little A ripped off her suppression patch. Instantly, ocean musk surged into the room.

Blindfold or not, that scent—surely she remembered it?

Yet Jin Yunhan still shook her head, insisting, “Ah—sorry, I don’t really remember.”

Stubborn as a mule.

Little A’s expression darkened. She twisted Jin Yunhan’s wrist until it nearly snapped.

Jin Yunhan yelped and cried out, writhing in pain. Lin Ruxi only sneered. “Go on. Keep pretending.”

She had already investigated. Over the years, Jin Yunhan had secretly trained herself into a freestyle fighting expert of at least seventh dan.

Jin Yunhan: Damn it, I am pretending—but the pain is real!

At that, she finally broke. “I remember! I remember now!”

“Oh?” Lin Ruxi arched a brow. “So you do remember my Little A. And she is…?”

Jin Yunhan, eyes wide, lied through her teeth: “She’s someone who’s fought by my side, life and death!”

Little A blinked, surprised.

“Ah, wrong—no, that’s not it!” Jin Yunhan flushed red, veins popping in her neck. She squeezed her eyes shut and blurted her third desperate line: “She’s someone with whom I share… comings and goings, in every depth and breadth!”

Together in every entry and retreat, nine shallow, one deep, front or back, above or below.

Clang! The Queen’s glass tipped, spilling wine across half the table.

The shameful imagery leapt unbidden into Little A’s mind. Even her sun-kissed complexion burned hot red, as though she was boiled shrimp.

Lin Ruxi’s fury spiked. Always composed, unshaken by honor or insult, now she had to draw several deep breaths just to steady herself. Then she laughed coldly, long eyes narrowing to slits as her fingertips tapped the armrest. “Little

Jin… why?”

A faint blush at her ears betrayed a rare loss of composure.

She idly flicked her long nails, watching Jin Yunhan feign weakness, spin oily lies, and hide behind cowardice. A sneer coiled in her heart. Did she really think she could escape like this? Foolish girl.

Jin Yunhan tried to turn her head away, but the Queen seized her jaw and forced it back—forced her to look up, straight into the storm of dark fire burning in her eyes.

Lin Ruxi’s nails traced her gland. Pain shot through her before she could react. And then came the Queen’s low, chilling whisper, brushing against her ear:

“I’m pregnant.”

Inside my womb… grows your cursed seed.