The Omega Attacked the Alpha - Chapter 15

Outside the door, Song Tao’s nose wrinkled. The air was suddenly thick with Alpha pheromones. He took a breath instinctively, but his expression immediately sharpened in that split second, he actually felt his knees go weak.

His Omega body was reacting to this Alpha’s scent. For such a faint trace to trigger a physical response, there could only be one answer: their pheromone compatibility was exceptionally high.

He leaned his back firmly against the wall. His Omega instincts screamed at him to get closer, but his logic demanded he walk away. He swept a scrutinizing gaze over the row of Alpha bodyguards, certain that the scent was drifting out from inside the room.

Which meant the one with the high compatibility was—Qin Zheng.

What a nightmare.

If one had to describe Qin Zheng’s scent, it was the air you breathe while standing under a warm sun after a heavy winter snowfall; an extreme coldness mixed with a sliver of searing warmth. And that single sliver of warmth was enough to set one’s entire body on fire.

It had nothing to do with Song Tao’s willpower. It was simply the reality of having a genuine Omega body. Omegas craved Alphas, craved their pheromones, and craved their marks.

However, because his own internal pheromones were imbalanced, an Alpha’s natural suppression and attraction were significantly dampened for him.

He wouldn’t be lured into heat by this small amount of pheromones. On the contrary, fueled by his powerful mental fortitude and his purest desires, he felt a surge of aggression. He wanted to dominate the very Alpha whose scent tried to control him. It was a survival instinct that manifested as a desire for destruction.

He clenched his fists, his eyes streaked with a few red veins. He restlessly licked his lip ring, making it spin back and forth.

Dammit, why does it have to be Qin Zheng!

He didn’t want to do anything with Qin Zheng. Looking at that face was enough to make anyone lose interest.

Inside the private room, Qin Zheng had lost control over his tail. He knew it was because he could no longer suppress the cravings of this new body. As the tail moved in and out, he was forced to admit that the pleasure was so intense it made his scalp tingle.

The tip of the tail brought out moisture, which trickled down his thick, powerful thighs.

Qin Zheng’s small wings fluttered weakly, lifting him toward the dining table. It was a difficult, dangerous flight; he wobbled precariously. He was simply too large for such delicate wings. Throughout the movement, the tail never stopped its rhythm, leaving a trail of droplets on the floor all the way to the table.

He gripped the table to steady himself, his face flushed with a mix of shame and arousal, unable to stop the soft moans from escaping.

The sound didn’t quite match his large Alpha frame, but the contrast provided a unique, forbidden thrill.

Since he had smashed his own glass earlier, he picked up Song Tao’s instead. It still held a small sip of wine. Looking closely at the rim, he could see the faint print of Song Tao’s lips. Qin Zheng’s finger hooked around the glass; he was clearly hesitant, his thumb slowly tracing the outline of the lip print on the rim.

But he was currently hard to the point of physical pain.

Since he couldn’t bring himself to consume someone else’s “offering,” he would have to consume his own just to survive.

Even as he thought it, he couldn’t help but feel a wave of disgust.

Sweat dripped from Qin Zheng’s forehead. His mouth was parched, his throat burning with a thirst that demanded to be quenched. Suddenly, the tip of the tail plunged deep and swirled. Qin Zheng let out a sharp cry and nearly collapsed. His muscular body trembled, the veins on his member bulging. He was at his limit.

He hesitated no longer. This was the most “perfect” solution he had.

He held Song Tao’s glass. The moment he positioned it, the tail whipped out, sending a spray of moisture into the air. The glass was slowly filled, the essence mixing with the remaining drop of wine.

Nearly half a cup.

It was over.

Qin Zheng slumped into a chair, his soaked tail dangling limply. Beads of moisture gathered at the pink heart-shaped tip and dripped onto the floor.

Flushed but looking sickly and weak, Qin Zheng stared at the cup. With the resolve of a man facing death, he took a sip.

“Ugh…”

He immediately spat it back out onto the floor. It was certainly not something anyone would call a pleasant drink.

He grabbed the wine bottle and filled the glass to the brim, hoping to dilute the taste of the “fluid.” This time, he knit his brows and forced himself to chug it down. However, his body didn’t feel the relief he had expected.

The emptiness remained unbearable.

He slid out of the chair, devoid of strength. The great lord of one-fifth of Cyker City was currently a pathetic mess.

He was in pain lethal, agonizing pain.

But Qin Zheng was at a stalemate. He would rather die than “service” someone else.

He curled into a ball. Even his tail lacked the energy to move, the luster of its fine fur turning dull.

Outside, Song Tao asked, “Don’t you need to go in and check on him?”

Since the door closed, they couldn’t hear anything from the inside, but Qin Zheng had been so erratic.

Lu Yao glanced at him. While his face remained expressionless, his inner monologue was screaming: What a damn stunning Omega! He absolutely loved Song Tao’s height; he had a thing for tall, spirited Omegas.

Unfortunately, this one belonged to the boss. He wasn’t someone a person of his rank could touch.

“It’s fine.”

Lu Yao softened his voice, nearly whispering, as he raised his arm to show his wrist comms. “The Boss’s vitals are displayed here. If there’s an emergency, it will trigger an alarm.”

Just as he finished speaking, the alarm went off.

Song Tao’s eyes widened, his expression saying, See? What do you have to say now!

Lu Yao calmly raised his other hand to signal for silence. He checked the numbers. “It’s okay. He’s just a bit weak right now.”

He then pressed the comms button and asked in a low voice, “Sir, do you need us to come in?”

There was no verbal reply, only the sound of heavy, ragged breathing. Through the electronic transmission, the sound became even more erotic.

Song Tao curled his lip: Did he really jerk himself into a state of exhaustion?

No wonder the pheromones had grown even more concentrated.

Qin Zheng bit his tongue, the sharp pain helping him regain enough clarity to avoid saying the words: All of you, get in here.

“No. No one is allowed to enter.”

Cutting the connection, Qin Zheng lay exhausted on the floor. Setting aside the inhuman physical torture, the main issue was hunger. He was starving—so hungry he was going mad.

He estimated he could probably only last through two more “episodes” before he died of starvation from lack of “nourishment.”

The night passed. Before dawn, the nearly full moon began to fade. It was now the 15th, which was the true cause of Qin Zheng’s “attack.”

The three-day window—including the day of the full moon and the days before and after—was when he had to feed. He needed to ingest that specific substance at least once during this period to avoid starving to death.

He pushed himself up from the floor and sent a message to Guan Si: [Clothes.]

“Where are you going?” Song Tao, who had spent the entire night squatting by the door, called out as he saw Guan Si leaving.

Guan Si was Qin Zheng’s personal secretary. Unlike Liang Zhi, he handled all the logistical and miscellaneous tasks and stayed by Qin Zheng’s side constantly.

Guan Si offered a polite smile. “I’m going to get the Boss a change of clothes.”

Song Tao: “Is he coming out?”

Guan Si didn’t dare be certain. “Probably. Likely. It’s possible.”

Song Tao: “Get a set for me too, please. Thanks.”

He had been on guard all night, and his clothes were wrinkled. It was bad for his image.

Guan Si agreed and hurried away so as not to keep the boss waiting.

Song Tao went to the restroom to change. He checked himself in the mirror; honestly, Qin Zheng’s custom-tailored clothes were high-quality. Even the formal shirts and trousers didn’t feel stiff or restrictive.

He stepped out and thanked Guan Si again. Guan Si hadn’t just brought clothes; he had provided gemstone cufflinks and a designer lapel pin all incredibly valuable.

This guy is alright, Song Tao thought. He really gives me Qin Zheng’s stuff without hesitation.

Fine clothes make the man. Before, he looked like an innocent college student; now, in the dress shirt and trousers, he looked like an elegant young noble.

The door that had been tightly shut all night finally opened.

Qin Zheng emerged with heavy steps. Though he looked presentable, his pale complexion betrayed his weakness. His eyes were bloodshot, and his entire aura was one of sickly exhaustion.

Song Tao was speechless. Seriously, dude? Jerking yourself to death is a pretty embarrassing way to go.

Their eyes met. Qin Zheng clearly saw the faint mockery in Song Tao’s gaze. It felt like a slap to the face. Since when had he fallen so low that he was being laughed at by this brat?

He spoke, “Get lost. Go back to wherever you came from.”

His voice was incredibly hoarse and lacked its usual strength.

He sounded like a “working boy” who had been used dozens of times in one night until he broke.

After regaining his senses, Qin Zheng had refreshed his knowledge of Succubus biology. He was certain this episode was due to the fixed three days of the month. He still had two days to endure, and he couldn’t have Song Tao around him.

Even if he made it through. he’d probably starve to death before next month’s cycle.

Qin Zheng was in a bind. He felt the current situation was harder than when his father died and the vultures were circling, trying to tear him apart for his inheritance.

But he had survived back then, and he believed he could survive now.

But first, he had to deal with the nuisance that was Song Tao.

Song Tao looked him over. Every silent gaze between them was a hidden confrontation. Just as Qin Zheng expected another outburst, the Omega said a surprisingly obedient “Okay.”

He turned and began to walk away.

This caught Qin Zheng off guard. The insults he had prepared died in his throat, turning into: “If I see you looking like anything other than this next time, I’ll break your legs.”

Alphas were truly strict about an Omega’s appearance.

Song Tao stopped and turned around. He smiled as he rested a hand on Qin Zheng’s shoulder, his fingertips subtly brushing the pheromone blocking patch on the Alpha’s neck. “Then you’d better break all three of my ‘legs’~”

The arrogant Omega vanished from his sight.

Qin Zheng felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of unease.

But he currently lacked the energy to manage the boy. Leaving the hotel, their motorcade hadn’t gone far before Song Tao followed from a distance in a shared aircraft.

He rested his chin in his hand, looking perfectly relaxed.

To discover a secret, one had to observe in secret.

Qin Zheng was definitely not the type of person to accidentally masturbate himself into a coma. So why did he do it? There was no drug in the food. Song Tao rubbed his fingers together; Qin Zheng’s blocking patch was a standard one, not a specialized medical grade, which meant his pheromones were normal.

So, what was wrong?

He was dying to find out.

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