The Omega Attacked the Alpha - Chapter 16

Song Tao followed from a distance for a long time, only backing off when he was on the verge of being spotted. Based on the direction, he already knew exactly where Qin Zheng was headed. Returning to the old family estate in broad daylight—it seemed Qin Zheng was truly feeling unsettled.

Sipping on his freshly bought milk tea, Song Tao began calculating how to slip into the estate without leaving a trace.

Su He called him then. “Song Tao! Are you still alive?”

“Keep shouting like that and I might not be for much longer,” Song Tao replied, chewing on a tapioca pearl. He’d made a tactical error: he hadn’t managed to scam a breakfast out of Qin Zheng.

Su He gave a sheepish giggle. “So, who was that scary Alpha last night? He looked like a real big shot. How do you two know each other?”

Gossip truly is the essence of humanity.

Song Tao pondered for a moment, swallowing his pearl whole without chewing. “It’s like this: he loves me, but I don’t love him. So, I’m running and he’s chasing.”

Su He chimed in, “And now you find it impossible to fly away even with wings?”

See? This is why having a best friend who can keep up with your jokes is the best.

This time, it was Song Tao’s turn to giggle. “Let’s be best friends in our next life too~”

The two Omegas chatted away sweetly, giggling back and forth as the conversation drifted into increasingly R-rated territory. Su He suggested mischievously, “Why don’t you just tell him you’ll ‘top’ him? That should scare him off.”

Song Tao shook his head. “He’s willing.”

He said it with such a straight face that Su He was completely floored, taking it as gospel truth. Su He recalled the Alpha’s tall stature and cold, handsome face—truly, you can’t judge a book by its cover.

“Then why aren’t you willing?!” Su He’s voice jumped an octave. “I mean, it’s not easy to find someone willing, especially an ‘Alpha among Alphas.’ Give me one logical reason why you’d reject him!”

Song Tao replied, “He’s my brother.”

Su He: “…”

A long silence followed before Su He finally spoke again. “A brother is a brother. A brother cannot become a wife. Once he becomes a wife, you can no longer look him in the eye and frankly say ‘Brother, I love you.’ You can only huddle together under the blankets at night, sinking into the bed of desire and love. Therefore, a brother can only be a wife… no, I mean, a wife can only be a brother…” (Note 1)

He continued to ramble on.

Song Tao was bewildered. “What on earth are you talking about?”

Su He gave a lewd little laugh. “Nothing, nothing. But what kind of brother is he to you exactly?”

Song Tao gave him a brief explanation of their history.

After listening, Su He realized something. “So, that job… you had him arrange it for me?”

He had wondered how such a great job offer had suddenly dropped into his lap; he’d almost thought he was being scammed.

“Xiao Tao, you didn’t have to do that. That guy Fang Shixing deserved to be beaten up for being a creep. To be honest, it’s partly my fault—I’m the one who tried to set you guys up. You don’t need to compensate me.”

Su He’s reaction was exactly what Song Tao had predicted.

Song Tao dismissed it. “It’s fine. He has plenty of resources; it’s no big deal. If there’s an advantage to be taken, why wouldn’t we take it?”

Su He spoke with genuine gratitude. “Thank you, Song Tao.”

The tone suggested the Omega was about to burst into tears. Song Tao quickly ended the call—making an Omega cry was hardly the behavior of a gentleman. He went back to plotting his silent entry into the old estate.

He turned on some music and sang along softly: “Burn my autumn leaves, drive away my deep winter, kill my spring in the wild… I carry the summer night on my shoulders, unable to sleep~” (Note 2)

Back at the estate, Qin Zheng forced himself to eat a little to regain his strength. Even delicious food tasted like ash now; it made him feel slightly nauseous and provided no sense of recovery.

The usually healthy Alpha looked pale and drained. He had dismissed everyone from the house, leaving only the bodyguards stationed outside the perimeter.

This was the second day of the three-day cycle. He wasn’t sure when the next episode would strike.

While showering, Qin Zheng reached down to check himself. Having been toyed with by the tail all night, he was incredibly soft. With just a slight probe, his fingertip slipped right in. Terrified, he yanked his hand away and punched the wall in a fit of rage.

Staring at the graze on his knuckles now, his head throbbed painfully.

To make matters worse, someone he despised called his phone. He answered, greeting the caller as “Uncle” with a tone that was purely perfunctory, devoid of any real respect.

“Don’t—don’t call me Uncle. I’m not worthy of that title.”

“Qin Yushan, what do you want?”

Qin Zheng was acting like a saint who answered every prayer, leaving Qin Yushan speechless for a moment before he huffed. “A few days ago, you said you wanted to see me. I cleared my schedule, but then you kept making excuses and blowing me off. What’s that all about?”

Qin Zheng massaged his temples. Consider yourself lucky, he thought. If it hadn’t been for this sudden “accident”…

“I am the head of the Qin family. Do I owe you an explanation?”

Since the man didn’t care for the respect due to an uncle, Qin Zheng would stop giving it. “You’ve overstepped with this call. But allowing Meng Changqing into Qin territory? You’re really regressing in your old age.”

“You little brat! Who do you think you’re talking to!”

Qin Zheng’s hand stopped. His eyes turned cold enough to frost over. On the other end, Qin Yushan continued to rant about status and hierarchy. Qin Zheng didn’t want to hear it, nor did he have the energy to argue. He hung up and ordered Liang Zhi to dump the evidence of Qin Yushan’s collusion with Meng Changqing into the board of directors’ group chat.

If he wanted to be a traitorous dog, let everyone see it.

Qin Zheng still couldn’t understand why he had awakened as a Succubus. He had tracked Song Tao down originally to bring him back and whip him for the “curse” he’d placed on him.

However, it seemed that every time he saw Song Tao, things never went according to his plan.

He drifted off into a restless sleep and woke up to total darkness outside.

As he stood up to get water, that familiar sensation hit him like a physical blow, making his heart shudder. He leaned against the wall, knowing the drill by now. Though he hated it, he was no longer panicked. As he drank, the cold water felt like shards of glass in his throat. He suspected the only thing his throat could swallow right now was…

Qin Zheng slammed the glass down.

A tight string in his mind snapped, clearing the fog and revealing a path forward. Though it was a path covered in thorns, it was a way to survive.

His dark eyes flashed with a sharp, gemstone-like intensity.

Qin Zheng pulled his tail out from where it was restricted by his trousers, stroking the fur gently. A wave of pleasure washed over him. He didn’t necessarily have to get it directly from the source… as long as he could drink it…

He could just buy it. That made sense.

But whose should he buy?

The memory of that time in the car flashed through his mind. Song Tao had been right next to him. That “thing” was exceptionally beautiful—clean, and when engorged, it looked like it was carved from pink jade.

Lush and vivid at the tip.

Qin Zheng, already parched, felt even thirstier at the thought. He felt like parched, cracked earth, desperate for a heavy rain to saturate him.

Subconsciously, he licked his lips, remembering Song Tao in front of the barber shop mirror, saying, “Keep this… it’s more stimulating if you bite it when we kiss.”

He pulled his tongue back as if it had been burned.

Qin Zheng opened a bottle of wine, a high-ball glass between his fingers. He walked toward the sofa with weak legs, clutching the bottle. He needed wine to calm down, lest he do something impulsive he’d regret for the rest of his life.

Only someone like him would be worried about “staying calm” in the middle of a Succubus hunger pang.

One gulp of wine tasted like blood.

A look of wet-eyed determination settled in his gaze. This had to be done. No more stalling.

Rather than drinking from a random Alpha, he would rather have what he had seen with his own eyes…

At least… at least…

Qin Zheng nearly crushed the wine glass. Closing his eyes, he saw Song Tao’s slender hand, with thick, white fluid dripping between his red-rubbed fingers…

Drip. Drip.

Qin Zheng’s throat bobbed. He opened his eyes and contacted Guan Si without further hesitation. “Find Song Tao. Catch him and lock him up. He can leave once he provides a cup of… fluid. Then bring it to me.”

He paused, then added, “You can use drugs if necessary, but no one is allowed to touch him.”

He hung up.

Guan Si’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. What was the boss doing? Why did he want that?

He shuddered in disgust, his face twisting. Ew.

Does a fragrant Omega’s fluid stay fresh for three years if I dilute it with water?

That’s just perverted.

Still, he would follow orders. He opened the GPS tracking on his device.

When he saw Song Tao’s location, he was stunned. He looked around—the tracker showed Song Tao was right here at the estate!

He zoomed in on the red dot on the virtual screen, confirming Song Tao’s exact position while ordering the bodyguards to step up their patrols.

Song Tao was currently climbing a tree behind the house. He was invisible to the naked eye because he was wearing a cloaking suit.

He’d bought it with Qin Zheng’s money. He’d simply sold two of the accessories he’d “borrowed” from Qin Zheng last time, and it was enough.

However, there was a small tracker hidden under the brooch on his clothes—something Guan Si had handed him along with the outfit.

As expected of someone who had followed Qin Zheng for years, the man was prepared for everything.

Song Tao was as agile as a little monkey. This tree had been here since he lived in the Qin household; he used to climb it all the time. Now that he was taller, it was even easier.

He quickly reached the top. Next to him was the perimeter wall, which was slightly lower than his current branch. He could leap over it without touching the wall and triggering the alarm—something he could do easily even when he was eight years old.

Without hesitation, Song Tao stood steady against the trunk and took a leap of faith.

“I can’t help but turn into a stubborn fish~”

He sang in his head as his body arched gracefully through the air. He cleared the wall and began his descent. All he had to do was roll upon landing to remain unharmed.

Song Tao spread his arms, imagining he was a free bird.

But the moment he touched the ground, things went wrong. Bodyguards appeared out of nowhere, holding a large net. They were literally catching him like a bird.

Song Tao was tangled in the net, unable to keep his balance. In the chaos, he instinctively looked up toward Qin Zheng’s room. In the darkness, the silhouette against the curtains looked like it had… wings?

He blinked, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. When he looked again, the light in the room had been turned off.

Song Tao was carried away.

Qin Zheng looked at the message from Guan Si: [Sir, the target is near the estate, likely using a cloaking suit. We are searching.]

Qin Zheng replied: [Back garden, left side, the tallest old scholar tree.]

In the darkness by the window, the Succubus Qin Zheng looked away. Capturing Song Tao here had improved his mood slightly.

Neither of them had forgotten.

Those were five years that no one else could ever replace.

I know you as well as you know me.

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