The Omega Attacked the Alpha - Chapter 10

“Master, Daddy’s calling~”

Song Tao, currently occupied with his own hands, threw his head back. Glistening beads of sweat slid down from beneath his rolled-up white T-shirt, following the sexy dip of his spine before vanishing into the curve of his firm backside.

A low, muffled moan escaped his lips. His long, dark lashes fluttered rapidly as a flush of pure pleasure washed over his face. Slowly, he released his swollen, bitten lip.

His body slumped to one side, letting himself fall heavily onto the bed.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling as though something was missing. It wasn’t just his lip ring; it was the metallic taste of blood he had sampled before—the iron tang that had acted like a catalyst for his wildest desires.

He extended a soft tongue to slowly lick his lips, but it wasn’t enough. He raised his hand; a pearly white substance clung to his slender fingertips, trembling on the verge of falling. Song Tao stared at it for a moment before suddenly pressing his finger hard against his lips. He pressed so firmly that the flesh of his plump lips turned white from the pressure.

He ground his finger against his mouth, mimicking the ferocity of that night’s kiss, even inviting the sting of pain.

“Master, Daddy’s calling~”

Song Tao acted as if he hadn’t heard. Simply crushing his lips wasn’t enough; his finger climbed over his lip and slipped into his slightly parted mouth. Passing the barrier of his teeth, it sank into the warm, moist, and soft cavity of his mouth.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly. Cyker City summers were always like this—rarely rainy and mostly clear. The deep blue sky hung high, decorated by lazy white clouds, while birds and insects hid in the shadows of branches for a peaceful nap.

Inside the room, the Omega’s jade-like body lay sprawled across the bed. His pale, slender hand stirred aggressively inside his own mouth, mimicking the way he and Qin Zheng had kissed that night. The room was filled only with the wet sounds of his efforts, yet Song Tao remained unsatisfied. It was still too gentle; it lacked the resistance Qin Zheng had shown, as if he wanted to swallow Song Tao whole.

It wasn’t until he bit his own hand that he stopped. The moment blood welled up from the wound, his greedy tongue darted out to lick it clean.

Song Tao snapped his eyes open, and his other hand became busy once more.

“Master, if you don’t answer, Daddy’s going to beat you~”

Qin Zheng was going insane. No matter how he tried to handle himself, it was useless. The void inside his body wasn’t being filled; in fact, it seemed to be growing more intense by the second.

The usually cold and imposing Alpha was now slumped half-paralyzed in his seat. His face was a vivid scarlet, and his eyes were swimming with moisture. He looked more wanton and provocative than the most scandalous Omega.

His hand had stopped its useless friction. In a moment of distraction, his fingers slowly hooked toward the back.

He passed through the “muddy wetlands” and arrived at the entrance to the “park.”

His finger tapped at the gate.

Qin Zheng’s eyes flew open, his mind momentarily clearing. The alien sensation snapped him back to his senses, and he used every ounce of strength to fling his hand away. The poor, innocent hand—which hadn’t even entered the gate—was slammed against the car’s partition, letting out a loud thwack and turning bright red.

Realizing what he had almost done, Qin Zheng wanted to slap himself.

He was an Alpha!

However, this clarity was short-lived. It collapsed the moment he tried to sit up and caught sight of the bodyguards standing not far outside the car window.

The window happened to be at the exact level of the guards’ crotches.

In that instant, Qin Zheng felt a thirst unlike anything he had ever known. It forced him into an uncontrollable, repetitive swallowing motion. But his saliva had been dried up by the internal heat; every swallow felt like sandpaper scratching his throat. The pain only stimulated him further, screaming that he had to drink something to quench this thirst.

Drink what?

He stared blankly, as if he already knew the answer.

Saliva began to leak from his mouth.

The powerful hands that belonged to a dominant Alpha were now trembling as they gripped the door handle. In the next second, he could open the door. He only needed to give the command, and those Alphas—no matter how unwilling would obey him like dogs.

But after that, Qin Zheng himself would become the dog.

Click.

The door didn’t open; instead, he locked it. A streak of startling red flowed from the corner of Qin Zheng’s mouth. He was using physical pain to keep himself conscious. He would rather die than go out there and suck some Alpha’s cock.

He ripped off his belt and tied his own hands, binding them to the seat.

By the time he finished, he had no strength left. His shirt was completely soaked with sweat. He lay paralyzed on the seat, twisting and writhing in agony.

The Alpha was enduring an unspeakable torture.

As for the bodyguards and the driver, they only knew they had been standing outside for an entire day. Ultimately, they weren’t even allowed back in the car. The boss drove himself, with them escorting him from a distance, to a villa nestled halfway up a mountain.

After showering and feeling refreshed, Song Tao sat stroking his cat as he returned his father’s call.

The moment the line connected, he started grumbling. “How many times have I called you? Why didn’t you pick up?”

Song Cijing: “How many times have I called you? Why didn’t you pick up?”

Song Tao smirked. It was word-for-word.

Please, call him God Song.

He turned the volume down. “I was just afraid you’d scold me. I’m a fragile little Omega; if I get scolded too much, I might do something drastic.”

His cat, Black Snow Princess, rolled over to show him her belly. Before he could reach out, the kittens expertly crowded in, each claiming a teat to play with even if they weren’t hungry.

Exasperated, Song Tao shooed the three kittens away. He felt for Black Snow Princess; being a mother was truly exhausting.

“Hmph, you’re so capable! Fragile Omega, my foot. Tell me, what was Qin Zheng talking about today? You little ingrate, I gave you my heart and soul, and you go around slandering me like that out there!”

As he spoke, Song Cijing’s voice began to crack with emotion.

Song Tao immediately apologized, bowing to the empty air. “Don’t cry, Dad! It’s my fault. I promise I’ll never do it again. Please don’t cry; being upset is bad for the baby.”

“You know that, yet you still provoke me. But why are you involved with Qin Zheng again? His reputation out there isn’t great. He’s a ruthless one.”

Hearing his father’s tone soften, Song Tao breathed a sigh of relief. “We just happened to cross paths, it’s nothing. Don’t worry, Dad; he won’t do anything to me.”

After soothing Song Cijing, Song Tao hung up and downed a large glass of water.

His relationship with his father had always been good. His biological father had died in an accident while his dad was pregnant, and Song Cijing had raised him alone, working multiple jobs to keep him well-fed and healthy.

Then, they met Qin Yuchen.

A beautiful, resilient young Omega widow had captured the heart of the man who ruled one-fifth of Cyker City.

Even within the Qin family, his dad had never neglected Song Tao just to please Qin Zheng.

The end of that story was typical: a playboy never truly changes his ways. They only anchor in a harbor temporarily; once they tire of the view, they set sail again.

Song Tao remembered he was ten that year.

Qin Yuchen and his dad had a massive fight, and the man left. His dad sat alone in silence all night, his tears nearly running dry.

At dawn, before sending Song Tao to school, his dad asked him, “Tao, is this school really good?”

The Omega’s eyes were so swollen they were mere slits.

The school he attended was the best, and he was only there because of the Qin family connections.

At ten, Song Tao was no longer a chubby toddler. The handsome young boy reached up and gently touched Song Cijing’s eyes. “I’m smart. I’ll get good grades no matter what school I’m in.”

Song Tao had been bright since he was small. He knew his father wanted to endure betrayal and humiliation just so he could have a better life.

What finally made his dad decide to leave was when Qin Yuchen struck Song Tao. That was the line Song Cijing refused to let anyone cross.

Three years ago, his dad remarried his current husband, Uncle Wu. Wu was good to him, but Song Tao was an adult now; he didn’t need to follow his dad everywhere, so he moved out to live on his own.

As these memories flashed through his mind, his guilt deepened. He really shouldn’t have made up stories about his dad mistreating him.

He rubbed Black Snow Princess’s fuzzy head. At least his dad had forgiven him.

So, as for this whole mess—it was all Qin Zheng’s fault. Why did he have to go charging over there? He could have sent someone to investigate first.

Thinking of this, Song Tao rested his chin in his hand and grinned foolishly. Qin Zheng trusts me too much, really~

“Good grief, you finally showed up.” Wei Siqi had been staring blankly at the square safe for two days, waiting for Song Tao to come and open it.

He had gone from impatient to completely drained.

Song Tao tossed a large bag of braised duck snacks onto the coffee table. “What’s the rush? It’s not like it’s going anywhere.”

He walked over and folded his arms, eyeing the safe. He was genuinely curious about what “treasure” Qin Zheng would keep inside.

However, there was one detail he couldn’t quite wrap his head around.

Something Qin Zheng put in a safe must be incredibly valuable. Yet, when the “treasure” went missing, Qin Zheng hadn’t sent anyone to look for it.

That was very strange.

Wei Siqi rubbed his hands together. “Let’s see what this super treasure is!”

He looked at Song Tao, his eyes behind his glasses practically screaming: We’re going to be rich!

Song Tao gave a calm nod.

Wei Siqi began using the various patterns Song Tao had obtained to unlock the safe.

One latch after another clicked open. The subtle mechanical sounds felt like a money-counting machine whirring away for them.

Even Song Tao’s face flushed with excitement.

As the final latch released, the safe opened on its own like a blooming flower.

Song Tao craned his neck to look.

Wei Siqi rushed over, but when he saw the contents, he froze. “This… why is it just a bunch of photos?”

Refusing to believe it, he picked up one that had fallen to the floor. The photo showed a fair, chubby little boy fast asleep, with a tiny pink flower tucked into his dark hair.

“Is this Qin Zheng?”

Wei Siqi tossed the photo aside and started digging through the bottom of the safe.

Song Tao was too shocked to speak, his eyes locked onto the pile of photos.

It wasn’t Qin Zheng.

It was him.

In some photos, someone had drawn a little turtle on his face or turned him into a cat. It clearly wasn’t the work of an adult.

Aside from the photos, there were other trinkets—like the woven grasshopper Wei Siqi had picked up. Qin Zheng had taught him how to weave that, and he had given it to Qin Zheng as a gift.

The “super treasure” in Qin Zheng’s safe… was Song Tao.

At the villa halfway up the mountain, Qin Zheng ordered all personnel to leave. He activated the villa’s defense systems.

Once the system was on, not even pheromones could drift in or out.

He stood before a full-length mirror, staring at the black, wing-shaped mark that had appeared three inches below his navel.

This was… the mark of a Succubus.

He blinked in a daze. He—Qin Zheng—had awakened as a Succubus?

Suddenly, a sharp crack and a roar of primal rage echoed through the room. The mirror shattered as Qin Zheng slammed his fist into it, blood trailing down the glass. On his body, horns, wings, and a tail appeared. The tip of the tail flicked forward—it was actually a pink, heart-shaped point! It was thin and delicate, looking perfectly designed to be held in someone’s mouth.

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