The Omega Attacked the Alpha - Chapter 11

At this point, Qin Zheng didn’t even need to open his files to confirm whether he had awakened as a Succubus.

He wasn’t used to his new body parts, especially that flexible tail. Under his clumsy, uncoordinated control, it had already whipped his own backside several times.

Each strike caused his firm glutes to quiver, leaving behind several red welts. One end of the marks was heart-shaped, giving them a strangely playful look.

But this only made him angrier.

His bloodied fist clenched until the knuckles popped. If he could, he would have smashed his bones and remolded his body from scratch, obliterating these redundant horns, wings, and that tail.

As an Alpha, he simply could not accept that he had awakened as a Succubus. To live off the consumption of semen for the rest of his life was unthinkable.

Qin Zheng, who was still a virgin Alpha, didn’t even have experience giving others oral pleasure. The only times he had been in close proximity to someone else’s “equipment” aside from the fight in the pool with Song Tao—was back when he was eight years old and tried to help a five-year-old, feverish Song Tao use the urinal.

Because Song Tao had been so heavy, Qin Zheng hadn’t held him steady, and the boy had fallen right back into the basin.

But that wasn’t the point.

After cycling through shock, confusion, and rage, Qin Zheng finally began to cool down.

Once calm, he discovered he could retract the wings, tail, and horns through sheer willpower.

Dripping wet and leaving a trail of bloody footprints, he emerged from the bedroom. He moved like a malfunctioning machine, stumbling slightly with every step, yet his cold expression and powerful physique radiated an overwhelming sense of dominance.

He threw himself onto the brown leather sofa, resting his long legs on the coffee table. He looked utterly drained of hope, his entire aura reeking of despair.

He pulled out a cigarette. These weren’t filled with tobacco; most of his smokes were a blend of mint and lemon refreshing and sharp. Sometimes he rolled them with tea leaves or flower petals. For tea, he preferred Taiping Houkui; for petals, he leaned toward woody scents—bitter and clean rather than overly floral.

He smoked with a dejected expression. His usually sharp, side-parted hair had fallen loose, giving him a more youthful, boyish look. At twenty-five, he was in the prime of his desires.

“Dammit!”

He nearly bit through the cigarette filter. He recalled the news Song Tao had been watching that morning, and the brat’s joke about him awakening as a Succubus…

The cigarette snapped in his hand.

It must have been Song Tao’s curse.

The brat deserved to die!

“Achoo!”

Song Tao rubbed his nose and checked his forehead. His temperature was normal; surely he wouldn’t catch a cold just from a scrap in a swimming pool.

He decided to brew some ginger tea anyway.

Song Tao had always been careful with his health. In the living room, his cats—Steamed Bun, Black Knight, and White Knight—were playing with a ball. As new housemates, their relationship was surprisingly harmonious.

Steamed Bun seemed not to have realized yet that his “cat-hood” had been revoked.

Song Tao washed and sliced the ginger, tossed it into a pot with a few chunks of rock sugar, and spaced out while watching the water bubble. Why on earth did Qin Zheng have so many photos of him? He had even kept the little trinkets from their childhood in a safe.

It certainly wasn’t because of some “love” nonsense. Whether it was an eight-year-old and a five-year-old, or a thirteen-year-old and a ten-year-old when he left, that kind of romantic feeling was impossible.

Perhaps…

Perhaps Qin Zheng actually liked him as a brother.

That seemed to be the only logical explanation.

As Song Tao was about to head back with his bowl of ginger tea, Su He returned. “That’s a strong smell of ginger. What did you make?”

“Ginger tea. I left some in the pot for you.”

“Why are you drinking that? Are you sick?” Su He asked with concern. He looked worried. “My birthday party is the day after tomorrow; you can’t miss it. Are we out of cold medicine? I’ll go buy some.”

He picked up his bag and started putting on his shoes, but Song Tao pulled him back. “I’m not sick. This is just preventative wellness~”

Su He looked at the bowl and teased, “No goji berries? One star, would not recommend.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll add them next time.”

Song Tao returned to his room, where his childhood photos were spread across the bed.

There were so many they didn’t even all fit.

He moved Gemstone, who was trying to chew on a photo, to the side and picked up a picture covered in kitten drool. It was him on a swing. He flipped it over.

[Hope you fall off next time.]

Song Tao chuckled. Qin Zheng was so childish; it seemed he hadn’t liked his “little brother” all that much after all.

It made sense.

Qin Yuchen had remarried only three months after Qin Zheng’s mother passed away. Rumor had it that Qin Yuchen and Song Tao’s father had been together long before that some even said Qin Zheng’s mother died of a broken heart because of them.

So, Qin Zheng hated his father, and by extension, he hated Song Tao.

He began tidying the photos. Some had writing on the back; others were blank.

In a corner on the floor, the usually well-behaved Pearl was currently gnawing on a photo of a young Song Tao crying his eyes out. On the back, Qin Zheng had written: [The adults in this house are useless. They have a little brat like Song Tao and didn’t even pad the corners of the tables. He hit his head again. I have to be the one to arrange for the padding. Regardless, he is my brother. It wouldn’t do if he died.]

Pearl couldn’t quite get a grip on it and batted it with her paws. After a few swipes, the photo slid under the bedside table.

Pearl lay there staring at it until Song Tao scooped her up. “You little kitten~ Let me get a good cuddle.”

Song Tao let out a mock-villainous laugh.

The kitten meowed as if to say: Stop it, I’m not a toy.

Song Tao was in a good mood and fell asleep shortly after.

However, that night was destined to be a sleepless one for two people.

Wei Siqi was wailing over the opened safe and its “non-monetary” contents.

Meanwhile, Qin Zheng was squeezing his newly manifested tail. The moment he touched it, a jolt of electricity shot through his body, leaving him flushed and tingling.

Tsk.

It was pure hell.

These extra body parts were incredibly sensitive.

When he let go of the tail, his body couldn’t help but shudder.

Two days passed in a flash. Song Tao stood before the mirror, ruffling his newly dyed white hair. The best part of this world was the lack of hair-loss risks; the hair growth serums were so effective that as long as your scalp wasn’t dead, you could grow a thick mane.

He put on a designer lip ring a short chain connecting the upper and lower parts of his lip.

Then, he added an assortment of earrings, chains, and studs.

He had transformed back into the “thorny wild rose” Omega.

Satisfied, he jingled his earrings and left the bedroom.

Seeing his new look, Su He pouted. “I still prefer your ‘innocent white flower’ look.”

“Tonight, you’re the white flower by my side~” Song Tao laughed, hooking his arm through Su He’s. “Let’s go, Birthday Boy~”

Song Tao rode his flashy motorcycle, intentionally speeding as he always did, scaring Su He into clinging to his waist and screaming.

Song Tao had a bad habit of teasing people for fun.

Qin Zheng had probably been genuinely upset by his antics, as there had been no word from him for two days. Song Tao figured that in another two days, the Alpha’s anger would have subsided enough for him to go play with him again.

Their destination was the bar where Su He worked. Su He had booked a private room there—between his employee discount and the birthday perks, the room was free and the drinks were half-price.

The moment they entered the room, several party poppers went off. Startled, Su He covered his ears and stumbled back into Song Tao’s arms. Song Tao caught him with one arm, providing a total sense of security.

He raised a hand to block the drifting streamers. The lights came on, revealing that most of Su He’s friends had already arrived. They crowded around to congratulate Su He, several of them stealing glances at Song Tao. The playful looks they initially gave the “couple” turned into respectful ones the moment they saw Song Tao’s pheromone inhibitor bracelet.

Ah, so they were just “Omega besties.”

Most of Su He’s friends were Omegas, with a couple of Betas. There was only one lone Alpha, who Su He mentioned had been pursuing him lately.

Song Tao looked him over. Appearance-wise, he was barely a match for his little Su He.

As Su He introduced everyone, Song Tao’s extroverted nature took over. He already knew a few of them, and he blended into the group quickly.

One young Omega sighed, “You’re the coolest Omega I’ve ever seen.”

Song Tao smiled. “Don’t look at me; Su He is the star tonight.”

He turned to Su He. “And you’re the cutest Omega I’ve ever seen.”

Su He was absolutely beamed with delight.

Su He thought to himself that it was a good thing his sexual orientation was firm, or he’d easily be charmed by Song Tao. But that was likely why Song Tao was willing to be such close friends with him—he knew there was zero chance of feelings getting complicated.

For average people like them, birthday parties were simple: eat, drink, and be merry.

After three bottles, the alcohol started to hit Song Tao’s face. He stepped out to use the restroom and catch some air.

He hummed a little tune as he walked leisurely down the hallway, hands in his pockets. Virtual staff stood along the corridor. Through the small windows in the private room doors, he could see everyone having a great time. Some doors weren’t closed tightly, allowing the sound of off-key karaoke to drift out. Fortunately, the lights were bright; otherwise, it would have been a bit creepy.

He stepped out of the male Omega restroom and began washing his hands.

“Long time no see.”

He looked up. A male Alpha appeared in the mirror, wearing a casual shirt over a white ribbed tank top, a snake-bone necklace resting against his bulging pectoral muscles.

A very feral-looking Alpha.

Song Tao searched his memory. The other man muttered a quiet “Fuck” before introducing himself. “Fang Shixing. Su He’s boss. We’ve met before.”

Song Tao remembered now. He gave a stiff, “Hello.”

He reached his hands toward the cat-shaped hand dryer, but no air came out.

He frowned at the dryer.

“That’s broken.” Fang Shixing pulled a pack of slightly crumpled tissues from his pocket and offered them.

Song Tao glanced at them but had no intention of taking them. That pack of tissues had been in a pocket very close to the Alpha’s “territory,” and he felt like they were probably saturated with the man’s scent. He didn’t want that on his skin.

He gave his hands a couple of quick shakes. “It’s fine. It’s summer; I don’t need to dry them. Thanks.”

He nodded and moved to leave.

Suddenly, the other man reached out, blocking his path. The doorway wasn’t large to begin with, and the move practically brought Song Tao into the Alpha’s personal space.

The sound of the man’s greedy, inhaling breath was practically an assault on Song Tao’s ears.

Song Tao frowned in annoyance.

Fang Shixing’s voice was urgent. “Don’t… don’t hide from me, okay? I don’t bite. I just want to get to know you. Is that so wrong?”

“Yes.”

A third voice intervened, dripping with authority.

Qin Zheng, dressed in a sharp black suit, had appeared out of nowhere. He looked like a grim reaper from the underworld, his gaze toward Fang Shixing as cold as if he were looking at a dead man.

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