The Omega Attacked the Alpha - Chapter 1

“Ding-dong~ Mr. Bunny is here~ Everyone hide away now~”

In a dim, poorly lit stairwell, the steady sound of footsteps ascended slowly. Song Tao hummed a light tune, his hand gripping a sniper rifle that hung by his side. The barrel tapped rhythmically against his black cargo pants with every step.

Reaching the top floor, he used the barrel of the rifle to nudge open the slightly ajar door.

As he stepped out, the night breeze ruffled his pale pink hair. A soft strand blew across his face, catching on his long, curled eyelashes; he hooked it away with a slender index finger and tucked it behind an ear adorned with various piercings.

Song Tao swept the rooftop to ensure it was empty before heading to a spot directly facing the building across the street. He propped his elbows on the parapet, resting his small chin in his palm as he gazed at the glittering hotel skyscraper opposite him.

His gaze traveled down floor by floor, finally stopping at the 37th.

That entire floor was brilliantly lit. People in formal attire sat at dining tables enjoying exquisite meals. Song Tao scanned the figures seated by the windows one by one.

“Found you,” he murmured.

Reflected in his deep, grayish-blue eyes was the silhouette of a male Alpha. The man sat with an overbearing posture, his features sharp and cold.

To get a better look, Song Tao set up his sniper rifle. He tilted his head, pressing an eye to the scope. The distant Alpha, once mere specks to the naked eye, appeared right in front of him as he adjusted the magnification.

If he wanted to, he could even count the man’s thick eyelashes.

However, his attention was first drawn to the small black mole just beneath the outer corner of the man’s left eye. This sight caused his lips to curl into a smirk.

The Alpha had a quintessential “Alpha” look prominent bone structure with lean features, handsome yet aloof. A side-parted undercut gave the young face an air of authority, and his black shirt was worn without a tie, the top two buttons left undone.

Qin Zheng.

This was his target.

An Alpha who held administrative control over one-fifth of Cyko City.

Countless people wanted him dead. Song Tao didn’t hold a personal grudge; he had simply accepted this hit as a professional assassin.

Qin Zheng looked impatient as he raised his wine glass, while the person across from him spoke incessantly with a subservient expression.

Song Tao continued to adjust the scope’s parameters. The muzzle slowly traced the contours of Qin Zheng’s body, moving from the Alpha’s broad shoulders to his chest, eventually centering on his heart.

If he fired here, Qin Zheng wouldn’t die instantly. He’d have a few minutes of gasping for breath to arrange the final affairs of his life.

The muzzle then drifted upward to the center of Qin Zheng’s forehead. If he fired here, the bullet would pierce the skull, and Qin Zheng would be dead within a heartbeat, likely dying with his eyes wide open.

“Where should I shoot?”

“Bro—ther—”

As the playful lilt of his voice trailed off, Song Tao aimed the rifle squarely at Qin Zheng’s forehead. His finger didn’t hesitate as it began to squeeze the trigger.

Suddenly, his earpiece emitted a “beep”: “Master, Su He is calling.”

Song Tao’s momentum was broken. He tapped his earpiece, and Su He’s roar nearly deafened him: “Where the hell are you?! Princess Black Snow is about to give birth!”

Song Tao’s eyes widened: “Wait for me! I’m coming right now!”

He packed his sniper rifle with lightning speed. Planting a hand on the parapet, he used his long legs to vault over the edge. The gentle evening breeze turned into a howling gale as he dived downward, pressing a button on the side of his wrist-mounted optical computer.

He was in a free fall.

His wolf-cut hair was blown into a mess, and his jingling earrings fluttered upward, yet his grayish-blue eyes sparkled with the thrill of the descent. Just as the ground rushed up to meet him, a matte-black motorcycle trailing blue flames leapt into the air from nearby, reaching him in the blink of an eye.

As it passed beneath him, a protective light-net deployed. Song Tao grabbed the handlebars, spun his body, and landed firmly in the seat. Without a second’s pause, he sped away on the mechanical beast.

He vanished into the night like a streaking blue meteor.

Across the street, in the hotel, Qin Zheng’s eyes narrowed slightly. His patience had finally run out. Treating the other person’s hand as a coaster, he slammed his wine glass down: “Be quiet.”

The person at the table shut their mouth instantly.

On the hotel roof, which also appeared empty, two voices were conversing.

“Gone?”

“Yeah. Maybe he was just playing around.”

“Typical. Didn’t even have a stealth suit. What kind of crappy assassin is that?”

“Don’t joke. Stealth suits aren’t for general sale. You have to go to the black market for those. Even a second-hand, second-gen model costs five million. How many assassins can afford that?”

Song Tao dropped from the sky and merged into the two-wheeled motor lane. Overhead, a suspended bus whooshed past. The neon lights of Cyko City turned the night into day, and uniquely shaped buildings were crammed into every available space—the endless sea of signs was a hallmark of the city’s chaotic prosperity.

He veered away from the glitz and turned into a narrow alleyway. The web of wires overhead looked like spider silk, and the poor souls living here were like tiny insects trapped in the strands.

In this world, there was no hope of ever climbing out.

He parked the motorcycle in the shed beneath his building and rushed upstairs. The elevator in this dilapidated complex always made strange noises, sounding as if it might lose control at any moment.

The moment Song Tao opened his door, he heard Su He’s scream: “Ah! I can’t do this! I don’t know how to deliver babies! Song Tao, I’m going to kill you!”

The Omega was slumped on the living room floor, clutching his head in a breakdown. Then, gathering a sliver of courage, he reached out a trembling hand toward the small cat lying on a puppy pad.

“Is she giving birth?”

Song Tao slid onto his knees beside them. He looked at Princess Black Snow, who seemed restless and uncomfortable. The pad was stained with yellowish-brown fluid; her water must have broken.

Suddenly, his collar was snatched. Su He shook him: “Why did you take so long?! What do we do? What do we do? Should we take her to the hospital?”

Song Tao’s eyes never left the cat: “It’s fine. No need.”

His calmness rubbed off on Su He, who finally let go.

Princess Black Snow moved toward Song Tao, nuzzling her small head against his hand. He gently stroked her furry head: “It’s okay, it’s okay. Daddy’s back.”

Princess Black Snow was a black cat he had rescued when she was at death’s door. He had painstakingly nursed her back to health until she was sleek and chubby, only for her to accidentally sneak out a while ago. When she returned, she was pregnant.

The thought of it still made Song Tao’s teeth itch with annoyance.

His precious “cabbage” of a cat had been snatched away by some random, penniless stray!

But now wasn’t the time for that. He had studied feline birthing procedures countless times; everything seemed to be progressing normally.

Princess Black Snow circled a bit and then lay down.

He and Su He watched her intently for an hour, but nothing happened yet.

He got up to fetch some food and water so the cat could maintain her strength.

Su He suddenly mused, “Will it be like this for us when we have kids in the future?”

Song Tao glanced at him. The Omega looked delicate and cute.

However, having children was not on Song Tao’s life itinerary. No Alpha had the right to mark him. The idea that an Omega must be the one “underneath” felt bizarre to him.

Song Tao had zero interest in being poked.

After a while, Princess Black Snow came to him for comfort. He had just stroked her twice when she suddenly bared her teeth and moved a short distance away.

Suddenly, there was a tiny thing beneath her.

Su He took a sharp breath, too nervous to speak. Two seconds later, he turned his head away: “I can’t watch this.”

He even gagged slightly.

Song Tao watched with unblinking, worried eyes. The newborn kitten was still inside its transparent amniotic sac, struggling to get out. Princess Black Snow was also trying to bite through the umbilical cord.

For a moment, Song Tao’s eyes grew misty. The little princess he had pampered in the palm of his hand had suddenly become so strong.

That damned bastard stray cat!

Look at how much his “baby” was suffering…

After what felt like forever, the kitten finally broke free from the sac.

Song Tao: “…So ugly.”

He didn’t pay much attention to the looks, though. The little guy seemed energetic. He was more worried about Princess Black Snow because he saw blood—though it was only a small amount, which was normal.

After biting the cord, the cat began licking the fetal membrane off the kitten.

Song Tao found it miraculous. No one had taught her, yet she knew exactly what to do. Every step was methodical; she didn’t look like a silly cat at all.

It was then that Song Tao realized his Princess Black Snow was now a mother. A strange, indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

Why did he feel like crying?

Song Tao secretly wiped his eyes to make sure Su He didn’t notice.

With a few small coughs, the kitten took its first breath of air. A successful birth.

It was a tiny black cat, just like its mother.

Su He kept his eyes closed: “How is it?”

Song Tao, heart in his throat: “The second one is coming.”

Princess Black Snow gave birth to three kittens in total. Hilariously, they came out in a gradient: black, then gray, then white.

It was as if she had slowly run out of ink.

Song Tao: So, that stray cat must have been white, right?

His gaze turned dark: Target locked. It’s on. Hunting season has begun!

As the little ones scrambled to nurse, Song Tao tried to look stern while whispering: “You guys better watch it. Can’t you see your mom is tired? Little rascals.”

“Master, the dog Wei is calling~”

Song Tao huffed in annoyance. He paused his cleanup and tapped his earpiece to answer, his eyes still fixed on the exhausted, dozing cat.

“Tao, we hit the jackpot!”

“How big of a jackpot?”

Song Tao watched as one kitten fell asleep while eating, its tiny pink tongue still poking out. It looked so stupid. He’d call it “Silly”; a humble name for a long life.

Wei Sichi sounded ecstatic: “You know Qin Zheng?”

Hearing that name, Song Tao licked the silver ring on the left side of his lip. “Yeah. I even took a job to assassinate him.”

He heard a sharp intake of breath on the other end: “You succeeded?!”

Song Tao said proudly: “Of course—”

Hearing the other person nearly choke on their own breath, he lazily finished the sentence: “—I didn’t.”

“Damn it! Can you stop pausing like that? I got some insider info. To open that safe we got last time, we need Qin Zheng’s fingerprints, tongue print, and toe print!”

Song Tao stacked the dirty pads together, thinking this sounded unreliable: “Are you sure we don’t need his ‘junk’ print too?”

Wei Sichi went silent for a moment. “Hold on, let me double-check.”

Song Tao: “…”

All three kittens were now full and asleep. Princess Black Snow had one paw curled around them.

Song Tao opened his optical computer and snapped a photo. August 10, 3185. Princess Black Snow became a mother.

“I asked. We don’t need that. You in on this job?”

Song Tao recalled Qin Zheng’s “don’t mess with me” face. “I’m in.”

He thought for a moment. “Make a sensor link for a tongue sleeve.”

Wei Sichi was shocked: “A tongue sleeve? You’re going to lick him? Fingers and tongues are one thing, but the toes. you’re going to lick those too?”

Song Tao: “Yeah, I’ll lick his chrysanthemum (anus) while I’m at it.”

Wei Sichi replied seriously: “That won’t be necessary. No need to sacrifice yourself to that extent.”

Song Tao: “…”