The Beta Wife Claimed by Competing Alphas - Chapter 19

Not Likely to Get Pregnant; It Feels Better This Way…

By the time Mu Yan returned home from Lin Yi’s place, it was already 9:00 PM.

The lights in the kitchen and living room were all on, and the dining table was littered with takeout bags and boxes.

Lu Chong sat on the sofa, playing games on the TV screen.

Mu Yan tidied up the leftover takeout and went downstairs to take out the trash.

“Why so late?” When he returned this time, Lu Chong had likely just finished a round. He deigned to ask the question in that interrogative tone Mu Yan had grown accustomed to the kind that felt like an accusation.

“Haven’t seen them in a while, so we chatted. Um… I knew you don’t like visiting them, so I didn’t ask you to come along.”

Lu Chong thought of Mu Yan’s Omega brother, the husband, and that annoying little girl; he frowned slightly. He truly did not like them, nor did he want to eat at their house.

However, a flare of nameless anger rose within him at the fact that Mu Yan had gone to eat with them alone.

Having just quarreled yesterday, he didn’t want to start another argument and make it seem like he was looking for trouble or like he actually cared that Mu Yan hadn’t accompanied him for dinner.

“You aren’t angry, are you?” Mu Yan asked softly, seeing his silence.

“No,” Lu Chong said indifferently. “You’re blocking the screen.”

Mu Yan hadn’t realized this console could be connected to the TV. He thought Lu Chong was just half-watching TV while doing something else. He quickly moved aside, grabbed his clothes and towel from the room, and went to shower.

Although they had reconciled after yesterday’s fight, he still didn’t know how to bring it up with Lu Chong.

In all their years together, he had never asked Lu Chong for money.

Mu Yan was a person with very thin skin. Forget asking Lu Chong; even back in university, when his poverty grants were delayed, he would have to stand outside the teacher’s office for a long time before daring to go in and ask for the money that was rightfully his.

He had been full of resolve at his brother’s house, but facing Lu Chong now, he felt his courage failing him.

When Lu Chong said he wanted to start a business, Mu Yan had handed over every cent he had saved from a year of frugal living. Back then, his mother hadn’t been hospitalized, and the dialysis wasn’t so frequent. His savings plus year-end bonus totaled 100,000 yuan. Lu Chong called it “financing.” Mu Yan wondered if that money could be taken out for this emergency; for the rest, he could borrow from colleagues. If the amount wasn’t too large and he offered a bit more interest, his colleagues might be willing to help.

Emerging from the bathroom, Mu Yan shivered from the cold. He turned on the space heater, then dried himself and dressed.

The South had no central heating, and space heaters were electricity hogs. Mu Yan wasn’t particularly pampered; he usually only used the heat lamps while showering, only turning on the fan heater when he was drying off. This way, it would be warm by the time Lu Chong went in.

“Lu Chong! I’m finished!” he called out while drying his hair.

Lu Chong gave a faint “mm,” but there was no sound of him getting up; he was likely still playing. Mu Yan didn’t know how much longer the round would last, hesitating between urging him or turning off the heater.

In the end, he did nothing.

By the time Mu Yan’s hair was halfway dry, Lu Chong finally ended the game. He peeled off his suppressant patch and headed in to shower. The console was left carelessly on the sofa. Mu Yan turned off the TV, checked the battery level on the console, and plugged it in to charge.

The sound of running water started in the bathroom. Mu Yan sat on the sofa, thinking about how to speak to Lu Chong when he came out.

Should he tell him the whole truth? Or just say his mother needed money for dialysis?

If he explained the whole reason, Lu Chong already disliked his brother would it make him hold an even bigger grudge? If he only mentioned the dialysis, would it seem insincere? Besides, there was no guarantee Lu Chong wouldn’t keep pressing for details.

The water stopped, then started again. Mu Yan felt nervous, instinctively swallowing hard.

“Mu Yan!”

“What’s wrong? Did you forget your towel?” Mu Yan walked to the bathroom door and asked.

“Yeah. Didn’t bring a towel or clothes.”

“Keep the hot water running. I’ll go get them for you.”

Lu Chong showered for a while longer. He heard footsteps retreat and return. He pulled open the bathroom door and reached out a hand, only to find Mu Yan had only brought the towel.

Lu Chong frowned. How could he forget the clothes after being told?

He was about to complain when he heard Mu Yan’s voice, stumbling with nerves: “I remembered. I remembered today is the third day… of your rut.”

Perhaps because the bathroom was steamy and hot, Mu Yan’s face was slightly flushed. The collar of the pajamas under his loungewear wasn’t high, revealing his pale, slender collarbones.

Lu Chong’s Adam’s apple rolled. He grabbed Mu Yan’s wrist.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked, knowing full well.

Mu Yan tilted his head, avoiding the question. “We can do it.”

Lu Chong hadn’t taken suppressants today. The two doses of expired suppressants from yesterday still had some effect perhaps the manufacturer had only listed a “best before” date rather than a hard expiration.

Hearing Mu Yan say “we can,” it was as if a switch in his blood was flipped instantly.

When he stripped the last layer of clothing from Mu Yan, his hand accidentally brushed against Mu Yan’s body. Mu Yan shivered imperceptibly, it was unclear if it was from the cold or a bad memory from the last time.

“Don’t be afraid,” Lu Chong offered a rare word of comfort. “It won’t be like last time.”

But the next second, Mu Yan was pinned against the cold bathroom wall.

Even though Lu Chong used his hand to protect Mu Yan’s back, the protruding shoulder blades on his tensed back still pressed against the cold tiles. Mu Yan bit his lip, not letting out even a groan.

“Yanyan, I knew you’d be considerate of me.”

During sex, Lu Chong spoke much more gently than usual. But no amount of gentle comfort could extinguish the fire under such intense movements. The sharp stimulation made Mu Yan instinctively want to struggle, but he was like a fish on a cutting board, pinned against the bathroom wall, unable to move.

“Lu Chong, wait!” Mu Yan suddenly remembered something and tried his best to push Lu Chong away. “Go get… ah!”

Mu Yan arched his neck, his words quickly cut off by a startled cry of pain. Lu Chong was in the heat of the moment. He, who was usually extremely careful about such things, ignored Mu Yan’s reminder for the first time.

“No need,” he lowered his head and bit Mu Yan’s flushed earlobe. “You’re a Beta anyway. It’s not like you’ll get pregnant easily.”

“But…”

Mu Yan wanted to say more, but with his body almost entirely under Lu Chong’s control, he couldn’t get a full sentence out.

“Besides, I feel like it’s more satisfying this way.”

Mu Yan had an instinctive dread of contact without any barrier. In the secluded village where he was born, having a child out of wedlock was enough to make a person unable to hold their head up for a lifetime.

He had heard the neighborhood gossip: that his brother was a “little bastard” his mother had before marriage, and that she only fled to this place where no one knew them to let Lin Guojun, a gambler no woman wanted take over.

He was a Beta. He didn’t get pregnant easily.

Lu Chong’s words provided no comfort; instead, they made him even more afraid.

An male Beta who didn’t get pregnant easily if he did get pregnant, people would only find him more improper, more shameless.

“Please, Lu Chong, don’t do this. I can’t get pregnant.”

“So, what if you actually get pregnant? I’m your man. If you don’t want to bear my child, whose ‘wild man’s’ child are you planning to bear?”

The violent streak in his blood seemed to be suddenly triggered. Lu Chong gripped his waist, his movements harsh, as if he wanted to tear Mu Yan apart and devour him whole.

Mu Yan knew nothing could change now. Terrified, he began to cry silently.

Lu Chong found a rare shred of conscience and kissed his wet eyelids as a form of comfort, bestowing a bit of tenderness amidst his beastly nature, telling him not to be afraid, that it wasn’t that easy to get pregnant.

From just this sliver of tenderness leaked through Lu Chong’s fingers, Mu Yan seemed to find immense consolation. He stopped crying, only wrapping his arms tighter around Lu Chong.

Pushing his luck, Lu Chong hooked his arms under Mu Yan’s knees and lifted him up, letting his weak, limp legs wrap around Lu Chong’s waist.

The sudden loss of ground terrified Mu Yan. His legs, already aching and soft, instinctively locked around Lu Chong’s waist, terrified that Lu Chong might suddenly let go and let him fall to the floor.

Lu Chong absolutely loved this fear-tainted dependence, as if Mu Yan’s life and death, his extreme pleasure and extreme pain, were all held in the palm of his hand.

Mu Yan wasn’t crying anymore; the terror of being suspended made him almost unable to make a sound, though tears continued to flow. Following Lu Chong’s movements, hot tears occasionally fell onto Lu Chong’s shoulders and back.

Like a pearl being cruelly pried from a deep-sea clam.

Mu Yan’s pupils had lost focus. The continuous, overwhelming stimulation left him unable to respond in any way except for those tears. Lu Chong suddenly used his right hand, which had been supporting him, to pinch his chin: “Why aren’t you paying attention?”

Mu Yan felt his entire weight shift onto Lu Chong’s left arm. The moment Lu Chong’s right hand moved, he felt himself slip downward slightly. The fear of falling to the floor made him instinctively clutch Lu Chong tighter like a beautiful snake whose vital point had been seized, knowing it could only survive by coiling around the person and squeezing.

“What does my wife want? If you don’t say it, how can I give it to you?”

Lu Chong’s hand still clamped his chin, as if he wouldn’t let go until he got an answer.

Want… what?

Mu Yan had almost entirely lost the ability to think. He wanted Lu Chong to put him down, but even with his consciousness this blurred, he knew Lu Chong wouldn’t agree.

If he couldn’t be put down, he wanted Lu Chong to go back to holding him with both hands.

Like this, he was truly so afraid.

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