Seduced By My Omega Stepsister - Chapter 11

She wanted Fu Zhou to fall from her altar.

Fu Zhou’s ears perked up instantly. The door had been shut the moment Chu Xiyu entered the room. Fu Zhou rose on her tiptoes, moving toward the door with light, stealthy steps. Then, quietly, she pressed her ear against the cold wood.

The room was well-insulated, but fortunately, Fu Zhou’s hearing was sharp. After a long stretch of silence, she finally heard Fu Li’s voice.

“Xiaoyu… I’m sorry, but you know Xiao Zhou is my biological daughter. She grew up without a mother. If the relationship between you two remains strained… would it be alright if I sent you to live at your teacher’s house?”

“Living at school would be convenient, too. We’ll handle all the arrangements for you.”

Before her brain could even process the words, Fu Zhou’s body acted. She pushed the door open with force, her gaze cold and hard as she stared directly into Fu Li’s startled eyes.

“Who told you my relationship with Chu Xiyu is bad?” Fu Zhou’s heart was racing. In that moment, she didn’t even have the capacity to check Chu Xiyu’s expression.

“I may have grown up without a mother, but I wasn’t raised without manners. Chu Xiyu moved into our house; she is the one trying to integrate into a foreign environment. You’ve only been back for a moment, and under the guise of me ‘not adjusting,’ you want to send someone’s daughter away right in front of her mother? Fu Li, did you leave your brain on the plane?”

Fu Zhou rarely argued with Fu Li. This was the first time since her mother passed away.

The middle-aged man stunned. Looking at the face that so closely resembled his late wife, his chest tightened with a sudden, stifling ache.

“Xiao Zhou, I’m doing this for your own good. Besides, Xiaoyu is an Omega. Your Aunt Chu and I will likely be traveling for work often and won’t be home. Interactions between Alphas and Omegas… they influence each other.”

An Alpha who marks a specific Omega instinctively becomes dependent on that Omega’s pheromones, never again feeling that level of emotion for anyone else. Fu Li worried that these youngsters might hand over the rest of their lives to each other after just a few encounters. Furthermore, Chu Xiyu was beautiful and a high-level Omega.

“I don’t need a ‘good’ that is built on someone else’s sacrifice. I can make my own decisions. I know my limits. There are paths I can walk alone, and as for who I meet or who I walk with, I have my own plans.”

Fu Zhou looked into the man’s eyes, eyes that seemed to have aged years in a single instant. A pang of pain hit her heart, yet she continued to speak firmly, staring him down.

“I do not agree to sending Chu Xiyu away.” Every word was crystal clear, falling to the floor along with the scattered secrets of a seventeen-year-old girl’s heart.

The Lingering Scent

Fu Li eventually left with Chu Wen. It was only then that Fu Zhou noticed two suitcases standing by the door, one belonged to Fu Li, the other to Chu Wen.

In the end, Fu Li didn’t send Chu Xiyu away. Instead, he simply rubbed Fu Zhou’s head with his broad palm. Though Fu Zhou was nearly as tall as he was now, his memory seemed stuck a decade in the past, seeing her as the fragile child who wasn’t yet independent or strong.

Once again, it was just Fu Zhou and Chu Xiyu.

The faint scent of roses lingered in the air, circling Fu Zhou, seemingly wanting to touch her yet restraining itself. The moment Fu Zhou turned her head to look at Chu Xiyu, the rose pheromones surged forward, enveloping her in a full embrace.

“Is Aunt Chu working with my father?”

The moment the question left her lips, the ensuing silence made Fu Zhou want to slap herself. Why ask such a stupid question now?

But Chu Xiyu showed no sign of offense instead, her eyes crinkled into a slight smile.

“Yes. My mom is your father’s assistant.” A romance between a boss and an assistant wasn’t exactly prestigious, but Fu Zhou knew how picky Fu Li was with his staff. She let out a soft laugh.

“Then Aunt Chu must be very capable at her job.”

It was a sincere compliment, devoid of any pretense.

The Hidden Jealousy

Chu Xiyu sat in a chair. This was her first time entering the study, a place she felt she had no right to step into as an outsider. Today, it had opened to her completely.

She finally saw the decor clearly. One wall was painted sky blue, covered in colorful, exquisite graffiti. Next to the drawings were photos of a child at various stages, ending abruptly at age nine. On the desk sat a well-tended cactus; in the glass cabinet were LEGO sets built by a child.

This entire room was a testament to a childhood where Fu Zhou had been cherished and accompanied. Chu Xiyu’s chest heaved slightly with her breath. Then, she lowered her eyes.

“Fu Zhou, do you really not care at all?”

Not at all that Fu Li brought home a stepmother seven years after her mother’s death? That they moved in so brazenly? Even on her seventeenth birthday?

The Alpha before her merely tilted her head in confusion. “My mother has been gone for many years. I have no standing to criticize Fu Li. Besides, isn’t your situation… similar to mine?”

So that was it.

A faint tenderness appeared in Chu Xiyu’s pale eyes, but the deeper one looked, the darker they became.

What flowed through the veins of this seventeen-year-old Alpha was a heavy case of “Knight Syndrome.” Because she hadn’t grown up properly herself because she had once been treated with such genuine care, she projected kindness onto everyone, naturally wanting to “save” others.

In Fu Zhou’s mind, Chu Xiyu was just a girl from a broken home, maintaining a smile through the cracks.

But what Fu Zhou didn’t know was that her father and Chu Wen had been in love for years. Fu Zhou didn’t know that it was Fu Li who pursued Chu Wen aggressively. Chu Xiyu had known something was wrong long ago, but she remained silent, until the conflict exploded, until her own biological father moved out with a check for 200,000 yuan.

That night, she had scrubbed her eyes with cold water in the bathroom until the corners were bright red and her nose was filled with the scent of grievance. She had knocked on Chu Wen’s door. Standing there like a frail, helpless cub who couldn’t leave its mother, she asked if she could go with her.

Everything she had now, she had fought for. She wasn’t innocent.

Only Fu Zhou was innocent but only Fu Zhou could possess everything without ever having to fight for it. Chu Wen and Fu Li could decide to send her away based on a perceived dislike, or keep her because Fu Zhou disagreed.

The jealousy she had suppressed day and night suddenly broke through the soil. It grew wildly until it wrapped around her heart, and an absurd thought crystallized in her mind.

If I can’t have all of this, then I’ll have Fu Zhou.

Alphas and Omegas are inherently compatible. She would take Fu Zhou, and then make her taste the bitterness of wanting something she could never obtain.

Chu Xiyu looked at the Alpha, whose ear tips were turning red under her gaze. Her smile remained gentle and slow.

She was so despicable. She wanted Fu Zhou to willingly fall from her altar for her.

The Barrier

“Chu Xiyu… did my words make you unhappy?” Seeing that Chu Xiyu had been silent for so long, Fu Zhou finally looked her in the eye, her clear worry on full display. She felt she was terrible at speaking, who would like having their broken family brought up?

“No, I’m very happy. Thank you.” Chu Xiyu lowered her gaze, as if to hide a spark of vulnerability.

What does a person with “Knight Syndrome” like? Someone delicate? Someone who needs them?

Chu Xiyu’s downcast eyes were dark and calculating, but when she looked up again, they were misty with unshed tears.

“You really have been avoiding me these past few days. If you don’t like me, you can just tell me directly. Really, Fu Zhou.” She spoke seriously, her tone flat, yet the fog in her pale eyes grew thicker.

Fu Zhou panicked. She reached out slightly, then quickly let her hand drop.

“I don’t dislike you.”

“Then why won’t you call me ‘Sister’?”

Fu Zhou bit her lower lip and exhaled softly, her ears turning red as she looked away.

“Because… I feel calling you ‘Sister’ makes you sound old. And I’m not used to calling people that. I’ve always been alone. I can make a friend easily, but I can’t easily gain a sister.”

“So, Xiao Zhou simply can’t see me as family yet, right?” Chu Xiyu’s expression shifted, becoming less rigid.

It was a rational explanation that sounded like stubborn nonsense coming from Fu Zhou. Fu Zhou could only nod.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like Chu Xiyu, it was that she was afraid she liked her too much. Chu Xiyu was the most beautiful and gentle (though actually quite fierce) girl she had ever seen. Perhaps because the mark from the bite hadn’t faded yet, she was still sensitive to the rose pheromones in the air.

Fu Zhou thought it might just be the influence of the pheromones. That was why she had such an obvious attraction to her.

Meanwhile, Chu Xiyu stared at the small, nearly invisible bite mark on the side of Fu Zhou’s neck. Her eyes darkened. If only I could bite her again.

Before Fu Zhou could react, the scent of roses rushed at her. A soft, warm body fell lightly into her arms. The next moment, something very cold was pressed against the back of her neck.

“Chu Xiyu…” Fu Zhou murmured unconsciously. Her brain felt like a firework had gone off, making even breathing difficult. She couldn’t think.

But quickly, the warmth pulled away. Chu Xiyu tossed an empty sticker wrapper into the trash.

Fu Zhou froze, then reached up to touch the soft skin of her neck. Her fingertips met a small, firm piece of film.

It was a scent-blocking patch.

A flash of disappointment crossed her dark eyes. Actually… she had thought Chu Xiyu was hugging her.

Before that strange disappointment could dissipate, the girl’s gentle voice reached her heart. She saw Chu Xiyu curl her lips into a smile.

“Xiao Zhou, your pheromones are so hot.”