The Crematorium of the Top Omega Chasing After Alpha - Chapter 28.2

Song Qingpei paused for a moment before smiling gently. “Song Song, you’re a big girl now. You should sleep by yourself.”

Song Song pouted, dissatisfied. “But I want to sleep with Mom and Mommy!”

Ming Yu’s face grew even redder. She gritted her teeth and managed a strained smile. “Be good, Song Song. Mommy isn’t feeling well tonight. Can you sleep by yourself?”

Hearing this, Song Song immediately looked at Ming Yu with concern. “Mommy, what’s wrong? Do you need to see a doctor?”

Ming Yu shook her head and gently patted Song Song’s head. “It’s nothing. Mommy just needs to rest.”

Though reluctant, Song Song nodded. “Okay then. Mommy, make sure you rest well.”

Song Qingpei, watching Ming Yu’s increasingly flushed cheeks, knew she was nearing her limit.

She gently patted Song Song’s shoulder and said softly, “Song Song, Mom will play with you for a little while, and then you’ll go to bed, okay?”

Song Song nodded, though a little unwilling, and obediently agreed.

Song Qingpei played with Song Song for a while and finally managed to tuck her into bed.

Song Song lay on the bed, blinking her big eyes as she held onto Qingpei Song’s hand, pleading sweetly, “Mommy, tell me a story.”

Qingpei Song smiled helplessly and nodded. “Alright, Mommy will tell you a story.”

She sat by the bed, speaking softly as she narrated the tale. Song Song listened with rapt attention, occasionally letting out soft giggles.

Ming Yu stood at the doorway, her body growing increasingly hot, her breathing becoming more and more labored. She could barely hold herself together.

Gritting her teeth, she whispered, “You put Song Song to sleep first. I’m going back to my room.”

Qingpei Song nodded, her tone carrying a hint of implication. “Alright, I’ll be there soon.”

Just hearing those ambiguous words sent Ming Yu’s temperature soaring several degrees. She turned and left, her steps unsteady.

Ming Yu hurried back to her room, closed the door, and leaned against it, taking a deep breath.

Her body trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat dotted her forehead. The heat inside her surged like waves, threatening to overwhelm her reason.

Clenching her jaw, she picked up another inhibitor and injected it into her arm without hesitation.

As the cold liquid flowed into her body, she felt the heat subside slightly, but a faint restlessness remained, refusing to dissipate completely.

She lay on the bed, closed her eyes, and tried to steady her breathing, but Qingpei Song’s image involuntarily surfaced in her mind. Her thoughts were in chaos, the only clear thing being an uncontrollable longing.

Meanwhile, Qingpei Song finally managed to lull Song Song to sleep.

She gently kissed Song Song’s forehead, tucked her in, and quietly left the room.

Standing in the hallway, she took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself before heading to Ming Yu’s room.

Before she even reached the door, Qingpei Song caught a whiff of a strong Omega pheromone. Her heartbeat quickened slightly, and her breathing grew somewhat hurried.

Gritting her teeth, she steadied herself and pushed open the door to Ming Yu’s room.

The room was dimly lit, with only a sliver of faint light seeping from under the bathroom door.

Frowning, Qingpei Song scanned the empty room, feeling a pang of confusion. Ming Yu wasn’t on the bed, nor was she anywhere else in the room. The only sound was the rushing of water from the bathroom.

Qingpei Song stepped inside and knocked softly on the bathroom door, asking in a low voice, “Ming Yu, are you in there?”

The sound of water continued, but there was no response.

After a moment’s hesitation, Qingpei Song pushed the bathroom door open.

As soon as the door swung open, a wave of potent Omega pheromones, mixed with the chill of cold water, hit her, making her hold her breath.

Inside the bathroom, Ming Yu stood under the shower, cold water cascading over her head. Her soaked clothes clung tightly to her body, accentuating her slender waist and long legs.

Her wet hair was plastered to her cheeks, droplets of water trickling down her chin. An aura of unrestrained indulgence emanated from her.

Qingpei Song’s breath hitched, and she quickly averted her gaze.

Seeing that Ming Yu remained unresponsive, she strode in and turned off the shower.

Grabbing Ming Yu by the shoulders, she chided, “Have you lost your mind? Taking a cold shower in such freezing weather?”

Ming Yu’s body trembled slightly as she lifted her head to look at Song Qingpei, her eyes clouded with a hint of confusion and longing.

Her cheeks were flushed with an unnatural redness, her breathing rapid and shallow clearly, she had reached her limit.

Instead of answering Song Qingpei’s question, she abruptly reached out, seized her wrist, and pulled her into an embrace.

Caught off guard, Song Qingpei was pressed against the wall by Ming Yu. Her back collided with the cold tiles, forcing a sharp gasp from her lips. Before she could react, Ming Yu’s lips were already on hers burning with feverish heat and urgency, kissing her fiercely.

Song Qingpei’s pupils contracted abruptly, her body stiffening for a moment before she regained her senses and tried to push Ming Yu away.

But Ming Yu’s strength was astonishing. Her arms tightened around Song Qingpei’s waist, pinning her firmly against the wall. The intensity of her kiss grew wilder, as though she wanted to devour her whole.

Song Qingpei’s heartbeat quickened abruptly, her breathing growing ragged.

She could feel Ming Yu’s body pressed tightly against hers. The soaked clothes transmitted a chilling coldness, yet Ming Yu’s body temperature was frighteningly high, like a blazing flame threatening to consume Song Qingpei’s reason.

Song Qingpei turned her head away, avoiding Ming Yu’s kiss, her voice hoarse: “Ming Yu, calm down!”

Ming Yu’s movements paused briefly, her breathing still ragged, her eyes tinged with dissatisfaction.

Her fingers dug tightly into Song Qingpei’s shoulders as she spoke in a trembling, husky voice: “Song Qingpei, I can’t take it anymore.”

Seeing the desperate longing in Ming Yu’s eyes, a surge of complex emotions welled up in Song Qingpei’s heart.

She knew Ming Yu’s fever had reached its peak. If this continued, her body might suffer even greater harm.

Struggling to steady her own breathing, she said softly, “Alright, I’ll help you. But you need to calm down first.”

Ming Yu’s body trembled slightly as she nodded, but her fingers remained tightly clenched on Song Qingpei’s shoulders, as if afraid she might suddenly leave.

A dull ache spread from her shoulders, making Song Qingpei gasp sharply. “Ming Yu, let go of me first. Let’s go back to the room.”

Though Ming Yu was deeply reluctant, the sight of Song Qingpei’s stern expression instinctively made her fear angering her.

After a moment’s hesitation, she finally released her grip.

Song Qingpei supported her as they stepped out of the bathroom.

Ming Yu’s steps were unsteady, her body still trembling faintly, her breathing rapid and disordered.

Song Qingpei guided her to the edge of the bed and helped her sit down before turning to fetch a towel.

Returning with the towel, she gently wiped Ming Yu’s damp hair and flushed cheeks.

Ming Yu’s body continued to tremble, her gaze hazy. The heat within her surged in waves, threatening to drown her senses completely.

Her breathing was labored, her eyes unfocused, as if the entire world had narrowed down to Song Qingpei’s presence.

Unable to resist, Ming Yu wrapped her arms tightly around Song Qingpei again, burying her face against her neck, greedily inhaling her scent. Song Qingpei’s body stiffened instinctively.

She wasn’t used to such intimacy especially with Ming Yu. The closeness made her uneasy and resistant.

Instinctively, she tried to push Ming Yu away, her fingers pressing lightly against Ming Yu’s shoulders in an attempt to create distance.

But Ming Yu refused to let go.

Her fingers tightly grasped Song Qingpei’s wrist, carrying a hint of urgency and longing as she slowly drew her hand toward herself. The movement was gentle yet resolute, as if silently pleading for Song Qingpei’s response.

Ming Yu’s fingertips trembled slightly, radiating a scorching heat as they guided Song Qingpei’s hand to caress her cheek, her neck, and finally come to rest upon her collarbone.

Song Qingpei’s heartbeat suddenly quickened, and her breathing grew rapid.

As her fingers touched Ming Yu’s burning skin, she felt the tremble and yearning in her body, and an indescribable emotion surged within her heart.

The scent belonging to an Omega permeated the air, thick with temptation, as if determined to shatter Song Qingpei’s rationality completely. Her breathing grew erratic, and the pheromones within her began to respond uncontrollably to Ming Yu’s seduction. The defenses in her heart seemed to be crumbling bit by bit.

Song Qingpei knew she couldn’t continue like this.

If she did, she might not be able to resist sinking into Ming Yu’s allure, repeating past mistakes and becoming a laughingstock once again.

Abruptly snapping back to her senses, Song Qingpei recalled the humiliation Ming Yu had inflicted on her before, the transaction between them, and the vow she had made to never again be swayed by Ming Yu. At the thought, the lingering allure was instantly suppressed by reason.

She pushed Ming Yu away forcefully, her voice cold and rigid, tinged with a hint of mockery. “I never expected that even during her heat, the General could be so desperate.” Her tone was filled with sarcasm and disdain, as if deliberately trying to humiliate Ming Yu.

Ming Yu’s body stiffened abruptly, her eyes flashing with shock and disbelief.

It was as if she had been doused with a bucket of cold water, snapping her back to clarity. Though her cheeks still flushed with an unnatural redness, the haze and desire in her eyes were replaced by astonishment and shame.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end, no words came out. She simply stared blankly at Song Qingpei.

Seeing Ming Yu’s reaction, Song Qingpei knew her words had angered her, but that was precisely the effect she had intended.

She took a deep breath, steadying her emotions, and then methodically began to soothe Ming Yu. Her fingers pressed gently against Ming Yu’s scent gland, releasing a small amount of pheromones to help ease the restlessness within her. She appeared practiced and composed, as if merely completing a task, devoid of any emotional involvement.

Song Qingpei lowered her head and lightly bit Ming Yu’s scent gland.

At the action, Ming Yu’s body trembled violently, followed by a suppressed moan.

Her breathing gradually steadied, and the turmoil within her was temporarily alleviated.

Seeing this, Song Qingpei released Ming Yu and sat up straight again, her tone calm. “Alright, you should rest now. I’m leaving.”

Ming Yu watched Song Qingpei’s retreating figure, unable to resist the urge to grab her and demand an explanation. Why humiliate her during such an intimate act? Did she truly hold no appeal to her at all?

Unable to suppress her resentment, Ming Yu gritted her teeth and retorted sharply, “Song Qingpei, are you even an Alpha? Even in this state, your pheromones show no reaction. I… no matter how desperate I am, at least I’m not as useless as you.”

Song Qingpei abruptly turned around, locking eyes with Ming Yu, her voice icy. “I’m an inferior Alpha. Didn’t you already know that? Or are you so desperate that you’d hope for a complete mark from an inferior Alpha?”

Ming Yu’s face instantly turned pale, a flicker of shame and anger flashing in her eyes.

Her fingers clenched the bedsheet tightly, her knuckles turning white from the strain. Her voice carried a note of scorn. “Hah, you’re far too conceited. How could I possibly desire a complete mark from an inferior Alpha!”

The moment the words left her mouth, Ming Yu regretted them.

Song Qingpei’s expression instantly turned cold. Without another word, she turned and left the room.

Ming Yu wanted to call out to Song Qingpei, wanted to apologize, but her throat felt as if blocked by something. In the end, she couldn’t utter a single word, only watching helplessly as Song Qingpei left behind a resolute figure.

Song Qingpei stepped out of the room and leaned against the corridor wall, taking a deep breath.

She lowered her head and looked at her own hands, the sensation of Ming Yu’s skin still lingering on her fingertips, as if she could still feel the warmth and trembling of her body. Yet she knew she could no longer allow herself to be swayed by Ming Yu, not even by desire. She had to hold fast to her principles.

Song Qingpei struggled to calm her emotions, her gaze growing increasingly resolute, before she walked away decisively.

Inside the room, Ming Yu remained seated by the bed. She felt the heat within her gradually fade, but the emptiness and loss in her heart grew even more intense.

Gritting her teeth, she stood up and walked to the window, taking a deep breath.

The night outside remained deep and dark. Ming Yu’s eyes gradually grew restless, her earlier anger now completely overshadowed by a sense of loss. All that remained in her heart was regret, why had she let her sharp tongue get the better of her earlier? Why had she said those hurtful words?

Now, Song Qingpei must surely despise her even more.

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