The Omega Attacked the Alpha - Chapter 2

“Blue-faced Dou Erdun steals the royal horse, black-faced kitty goes cha-cha-cha.”

Song Tao hummed a tune as he picked up the little black kitten, who had started a fight the moment it woke up. Facing the kitten’s tiny, bared teeth, he hissed back: “Meow! Meow! Meow!”

It’s just a cat meow; who doesn’t know how to do that?

He then placed the little black kitten a bit further away, poking at it lightly. “When you learn to be a good boy, that’s when you can come back.”

The little black kitten ignored him entirely, twisting and turning as it played by itself. Before long, Princess Black Snow stealthily reached out a paw and scooped it back into the fold.

Song Tao sighed, pointing a finger at Princess Black Snow’s head in a show of mock disappointment. “To overindulge a child is to ruin them!”

Princess Black Snow rubbed her furry little head against his hand, melting his annoyance instantly. He let out a yawn, stood up, and moved the cat food and water right to her mouth.

Su He emerged from the bedroom. “Didn’t sleep all night?”

Song Tao gave a weary hum in response. He hadn’t been able to settle his mind, so he had stayed up to keep watch over them.

Su He: “I’m making noodles. Want a bowl?”

Song Tao folded his hands in a respectful gesture. “Many thanks, Godfather. Add a poached egg for me.”

He grinned, revealing two rows of neat white teeth.

This was how guys lived together—their statuses shifted constantly between “Godfather” and “Grandson.”

Su He checked on the kittens before heading to the kitchen to cook. He and Song Tao had been roommates for four years. Song Tao was an excellent roommate: no bad habits, very clean, good-tempered, humorous, and strikingly handsome. Going out with him always felt like a boost to one’s own ego.

As he dropped the eggs into the pot, Su He thought that someone as great as Song Tao deserved a wonderful partner. He felt a sense of responsibility regarding this, especially since Song Tao had always been quite resistant to the idea of dating.

Soon, two bowls of tomato and egg noodles were served with a side of pickles.

Song Tao, fresh from a shower, sat at the table and gave an exaggerated gasp. “Wow~ Truly a feast for the senses. Looks delicious!”

Su He beamed at the praise.

As they ate, Su He kept glancing at the fresh-faced Song Tao. The pale pink hair complemented his fair skin perfectly, making him look like a peach blossom in full bloom.

He was ethereally beautiful.

His skin looked so soft it could practically produce water if pinched.

If Su He had to find a flaw, it was that Song Tao, despite being an Omega stood at 187cm. He was just too tall. Alphas generally preferred smaller, more delicate Omegas.

Song Tao looked up. “If you keep peeking at me, I’m going to suspect you want to start an OO romance with me.”

Su He was used to his nonsense. Since he’d been caught, he took the opportunity to speak up: “You remember my little boss, right?”

Song Tao thought for a moment. “That Fang-whatever?”

“Fang Shixing.” Seeing that Song Tao remembered, Su He put down his chopsticks with renewed energy. “He was asking me about you the other day. I say you should give him a chance and go on a date. He’s handsome and rich. For Omegas like us with no family background, finding a boyfriend like that is hitting the jackpot.”

If someone like that looked at Su He, he’d agree in a heartbeat.

Predictably, Song Tao replied, “Not interested.”

“Why? What’s wrong with him?”

“He wouldn’t be willing to let me top him.”

Su He blinked in dazed confusion, his voice rising an octave: “You’re an Omega! Who are you topping?!”

Song Tao wouldn’t stand for that. “What’s wrong with being an Omega? It’s not like I don’t have the equipment.”

He muttered under his breath, “Might even be bigger than his.”

Su He felt that Song Tao was seriously delusional. It was wrong for an Omega to think this way; he couldn’t let his friend go astray. “Song Tao, be realistic. Even if an Alpha were willing to be topped, it would be by another Alpha. Or at the very least, a Beta. It would never be by one of us Omegas.”

Finished with his meal, Song Tao set down his chopsticks and wiped his vivid lips. He tossed four words at Su He: “To each their own~”

To Su He, it sounded more like “wishful thinking.”

Su He let out a frustrated laugh. “If you can find an Alpha willing to let you top them, I will serve you tea and water from now on—I’ll be your slave!”

Song Tao said nothing, but in his mind, he was already calculating how to put his new little slave to work.

He let out a sudden snort of laughter.

Su He, annoyed, snapped, “Wash the dishes,” and left.

Song Tao put the dishes in the dishwasher. Su He had already headed out for school, but not before whispering to Princess Black Snow: “Don’t learn from your daddy. He’s living in a fantasy world.”

An Omega was supposed to find an Alpha to cherish them; that was the natural order of things.

Song Tao went to catch up on sleep. Just before he closed his eyes, Qin Zheng’s face flashed across his mind.

How long had it been?

Calculating it, they hadn’t seen each other for twelve years. Not since he was ten, when his mother took him and left that house.

The apartment grew quiet, save for the occasional kitten mewl.

“Qin Yuchen! How dare you! How could you betray me! I’ll kill you!”

His father had lunged at Qin Yuchen in a frenzy, only to be sent crashing to the floor by a single slap. The head of the household wiped his hand with a cold expression, the eyes looking down at his father devoid of any love.

“Song Chijing, what are you making a scene for? You’ve had it too good for too long. As long as you behave, no one can take your place.”

A small fist thudded against Qin Yuchen’s leg.

The man looked down.

A porcelain-doll-like little boy looked up, his face an expressionless mask of ice. “You aren’t allowed to hit my daddy.”

Qin Yuchen snorted in disgust. With a casual shove of his large hand, the boy was knocked down next to Song Chijing.

“Little baggage. You’re just as ungrateful as your father. Who do you think has been feeding you all these years? If you don’t want to stay, then both of you can get the hell out!”

He roared from his high horse.

Suddenly, a mocking laugh broke the tension. Ten-year-old Song Tao, lying on the floor, looked up toward the balcony.

Thirteen-year-old Qin Zheng stood there like a prince, just as arrogant as his father.

Those eyes finally landed on him. In those dark pupils, Song Tao was a gutter rat, the most disgusting and wretched creature in existence.

Song Tao snapped his eyes open. He stared at the ceiling for a long while before raising a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. It had been a long time since he’d dreamed of the past.

“Master, the dog Wei is calling.”

He answered the phone.

“Tao, the tongue sleeve is ready. Get over here.”

Princess Black Snow appeared at the door, clumsily carrying a kitten in her mouth as she headed toward the bed.

“Give me two days. Princess Black Snow gave birth.”

“Huh? Oh, congrats, congrats.”

Song Tao reached out to the cat as she jumped onto the bed. “Don’t just say congrats. Where’s the red envelope?”

“Fine, fine. You really don’t miss a single chance to make money!”

The call ended, and Wei Sichi sent a red envelope. Song Tao clicked it.

Ten dollars.

He sent a voice message back: “You cheapskate.”

Wei Sichi replied: “Shut up. Let me see the little brats.”

Princess Black Snow had already jumped back down, acting as a feline transport worker.

Soon, the three kittens were assembled. Song Tao began thinking of names.

“Got it.”

Song Tao snapped his fingers, pointing at the white one. “You’re Pearl. Black is Gem. Gray is Uncut Jade.”

He nodded with satisfaction. Perfect.

Princess Black Snow let out a couple of meows, as if she approved. A second later, Gem started pummeling Jade again.

Song Tao: “Gem! I’m renaming you Stubborn Stone!”

After a busy day, Su He dragged his exhausted body home. When he saw Song Tao, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. “My god”

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and stepped closer.

Song Tao’s hair was now black, styled in a soft, clean micro-fringe innocent and obedient. The earrings and lip ring were gone, and even his black nail polish had been scrubbed clean.

“What’s this?”

“I’ve gone straight,” Song Tao quipped. He looked away from his optical computer screen and turned his head slightly for Su He to see. “How do I look?”

“How do you look?!” Su He shrieked like a chicken. “You look like the ultimate pure, innocent white flower!”

He was incredibly excited. It was clear he preferred this style. Before, Song Tao was like a wild rose with thorns; you were afraid of getting pricked just by looking.

Once he calmed down, Su He asked what was going on.

Song Tao: “I’ll be away for a while in a few days. Could you help me look after Princess Black Snow and her kittens?”

Su He didn’t pry. Song Tao had always been a bit mysterious. He simply nodded and asked what he was writing so late at night.

The virtual screen was linked only to the owner’s irises; others couldn’t see it.

Song Tao tapped the virtual keyboard, using code to adjust the timestamp to the year 3178, and wrote: Dad got married again.

“Writing a diary.”

Su He: “Since when do you keep a diary?”

Song Tao habitually tried to lick his lip ring. Finding it gone was a bit uncomfortable. “Starting today.”

Two days later, Song Tao went to Wei Sichi’s place to pick up the tongue sleeve. Wei Sichi had the exact same reaction as Su He, standing dazed for a long time.

Wei Sichi: “Holy crap. You look like this is actually making my heart race. It’s kind of gross.”

Song Tao: “Don’t fall for me, bro. There’s no future in it.”

Wei Sichi spat at him. The white tongue sleeve was small; it would turn colorless and become virtually invisible upon contact with saliva.

Song Tao put on disposable gloves, picked up the sleeve, and stuck out his tongue.

Opposite him, Wei Sichi paused. “Eh? Is that a tattoo on your tongue? What is it?”

He leaned in curiously. At the base of Song Tao’s tongue, a horizontal line was tattooed, with a tiny tongue shape in the center. It was just a few strokes, but it was strangely grotesque and erotic.

Song Tao fitted the sleeve. He felt nothing; even pinching it with his fingers yielded no sensation.

Wei Sichi: “Are you planning to use seduction? Trust me, no Alpha could resist that face of yours.”

Even if he was just a Beta.

Qin Zheng had many residences and never stayed in one place for long. It was usually impossible for people to track him down this way.

Near the old Qin estate, three cars drove in a single file.

Song Tao stood under a ginkgo tree by the roadside. He aimed at the tire of the lead car and pulled the trigger.

“Oops, missed.”

He turned and ran, but a car quickly caught up to him, swerving across the road to block his path.

Two bodyguards stepped out, guns drawn and aimed at him.

Song Tao looked terrified. He backed away, showing no intent to resist, but the remaining cars had already blocked his retreat. With nowhere to go, Song Tao tripped and fell, his “gun” slipping from his hand.

He sat on the ground, his slender waist twisting as his upper body turned toward the car behind him.

The headlights bathed him in light. His white shirt seemed to glow, and his fair legs, peeking out from his black shorts, looked like white jade.

Song Tao slowly raised his head, facing the front of the rear vehicle.

Behind the glass, Qin Zheng’s expression changed instantly the moment he saw that face!

Relying on their professional training, the bodyguards suppressed the awe in their eyes and stepped forward to seize him.

Song Tao shrank back. In the movement, his knee, reddened from the fall was exposed. It was a sight that made one want to blow on the injury, to brush away the dust that soiled him, and whisper, “It’s okay, be good.”

The bodyguards suddenly stopped. With heavy, steady footsteps, Qin Zheng’s tall silhouette cast a shadow over Song Tao.

Song Tao’s gaze traveled up him like a vine clinging to a wall.

Qin Zheng’s hand, shoved deep in his trouser pocket, clenched into a tight fist.

He spoke stiffly: “Song. Tao.”

Song Tao looked puzzled. “You know me?”

The question made Qin Zheng freeze. It was subtle, but Song Tao saw it.

When Qin Zheng spoke again, his teeth were gritted as if he wanted to swallow him whole. “You don’t remember me?”

Seeing the look deep in his eyes a look that screamed How dare you forget me—Song Tao shook his head innocently.

He spoke mischievously: “I don’t.”