The Omega Attacked the Alpha - Chapter 25

Another hundred thrusts later.

Qin Zheng dazedly lifted his reddened, thin eyelids, thinking it had started to rain.

A torrential, surging rain fell into his mouth, its unique sweetness filling him to the brim. Before his brain could even process it, his body reacted first; his throat constricted rhythmically, greedily swallowing the nectar.

A man who had been parched for too long would naturally do whatever it took to quench his thirst, regardless of how messy or undignified the situation might be.

Song Tao narrowed his eyes in bliss.

Who would have thought that Qin Zheng, of all Alphas, would be so.

Unable to stand seeing Qin Zheng looking so comfortable, Song Tao threaded his fingers through the man’s hair and yanked his head back. To his surprise, Qin Zheng resisted, straining against him to stay close.

One tight squeeze of that throat later, and Song Tao was the one who surrendered.

Qin Zheng didn’t let a single drop go to waste, even using his tongue to fish out every last bit from deep within.

It took Song Tao a long time to catch his breath. His face was flushed as he smirked. “You’re quite the pro at sucking, aren’t you?”

Qin Zheng snapped out of it instantly, staring blankly at Song Tao. His face flared red with shame and fury. It reminded Song Tao of a line: “That gentle bowing of the head, like a water lily shyly bowing before the cool breeze.”

To him, the look of mortified rage on an Alpha’s face was the most beautiful shade of pink.

The next second, a punch from a now-recovered Qin Zheng sent him flying. The blow landed on his chest with a heavy thud, making his heart already pounding a bit too fast shudder.

Song Tao stumbled back several steps before finally collapsing onto the floor. He wasn’t joking; he’d only had an apple and some wine over the last few days. Releasing like that had left even a healthy young man feeling a bit drained.

Qin Zheng, conversely, was finally full. A suggestive trace of white remained at the corner of his mouth. His original intent was to wipe it away harshly with his hand to show his disdain, but his tongue moved first, curling out to lick away the final drop.

His parched soul had been saturated once more. It felt as if all things were beginning to grow again; even Qin Zheng’s brow smoothed out involuntarily. His body had betrayed him completely.

“Why act like some chaste ‘Saint Alpha’ now? You know you enjoyed that.”

Song Tao didn’t mince words. He maintained his habit of sitting wherever he fell, leaning against the sofa without bothering to get up.

“I’m your savior. For an Omega like me to go to such lengths.” His voice took on a mock-tearful tone as he tried to pull his tattered shirt over himself. “How am I ever going to get married now? Waaaaah.”

He wailed loudly, though not a single tear fell.

Footsteps approached. The imposing shadow of the Alpha loomed over him. The Omega lowered his head, his slender neck bent like a defenseless white crane. All the Alpha had to do was reach out and snap it, and that mouth would never utter another nonsensical word again.

Qin Zheng’s gaze lingered for a second on the Omega’s pheromone patch. It featured a bright, plump red strawberry pattern.

It was quite cute.

The torn collar revealed the Omega’s straight shoulders. Song Tao was the type who looked lean in clothes but possessed firm muscle underneath; those lean muscles gave him a vibrant, youthful energy.

He was beautiful.

But he was still a menace.

Qin Zheng reached out. Song Tao looked up and saw that the Alpha had retracted all his succubus traits.

Their meeting eyes weren’t the usual bickering standoff. Song Tao clearly saw a flash of genuine murderous intent in the Alpha’s eyes. That handsome, cold face held no anger and no expression—which was far more terrifying.

“Song Tao.”

Song Tao looked up at the god-like Alpha. Qin Zheng rarely called him by his name; it was usually just “Hey.” Whenever he used his full name, it meant.

“I didn’t want you to die.”

That was Song Tao’s answer.

But it wasn’t the correct answer because he clearly had other options. Qin Zheng swung a punch without hesitation, aiming straight for his head. If it landed, it would either kill him or leave him brain-damaged.

Perhaps a brain-dead Song Tao would be better for Qin Zheng.

Qin Zheng’s move was inevitable, and Song Tao was prepared. He moved even faster, grabbing the handgun he’d tossed on the sofa earlier. The barrel aimed at the incoming fist as their eyes met.

Both were gambling.

Qin Zheng gambled that the gun was empty.

Song Tao gambled on something else.

He pulled the trigger. A loud crack echoed, and as Qin Zheng recoiled, a vase behind him shattered into pieces.

Song Tao had gambled that Qin Zheng wouldn’t stop his punch.

Outside the manor, Lu Yao and the others were startled by the gunshot and rushed in immediately. Guan Si tried to contact Qin Zheng.

Blood dripped onto the floor.

Qin Zheng stood his ground, clutching his bleeding right hand, his eyes burning as he glared at Song Tao.

Song Tao tilted his head and closed one eye, jokingly aiming the gun at different parts of Qin Zheng’s body. “Guess how many bullets are left in here?”

Qin Zheng’s rage was almost tangible. Ignoring his injured hand, he took a step forward. “You… you actually shot at me?”

His tone and expression made it seem like more than just his hand was hurting.

Song Tao straightened his head and checked Qin Zheng’s hand. “Relax, I’m a crack shot. I only grazed the skin.” Then he put on a pained look. “Who told you to be so scary? It was a reflex!”

In all of heaven and earth, there was no logic like Song Tao’s logic.

Admittedly, firing the gun was a bit much.

Song Tao loosened his grip, letting the gun dangle and spin from his index finger.

“There are still bullets left; you can shoot me back if you want. But be gentle—if I bleed, I’ll cry. And if I start crying.”

He gave Qin Zheng a playful wink.

When Song Tao cried, the world felt like it was ending.

Qin Zheng remembered it all too well. As a child, Song Tao loved to cry—and not just a little. He’d wail until he sounded possessed; it was terrifying. Everyone avoided him. Song Chijing was always busy being romantic with the old man and was rarely home, so Qin Zheng was usually the one who had to deal with a Song Tao who was crying himself into a faint.

He had no choice but to coax him. He couldn’t just let him cry to death.

Thinking about it now gave him goosebumps.

Many times, Qin Zheng felt Song Tao was a debt collector from a past life. Perhaps they should have been biological brothers; Song Tao would have been collecting since infancy. Maybe some deity had pitied Qin Zheng and made him “Song Tao,” giving Qin Zheng eight years of peace before they met.

It was his own fault; twelve years later, he had brought this walking disaster back into his life.

He grabbed the gun irritably. As he checked the magazine, he paused. “Your aim was terrible when you tried to ‘assassinate’ me back then.”

Song Tao: “…”

The door was thrown open with a bang. Lu Yao led a squad of bodyguards inside, their expressions grim. Shadows flickered outside the window; bodyguards on the roof were already preparing to rappel down.

The conversation was cut short.

Lu Yao did a quick sweep: blood on the floor, the boss holding a gun, and a tattered Omega sitting disheveled on the floor. To any observer, it looked like the Omega was the one being victimized.

The boss is being way too much!

However, one look was enough to turn Lu Yao’s face bright red. Several Alphas’ pheromones spiked, triggering the alarms on their wristbands one after another.

The Omega was simply too stunning, and in this state, he was far too provocative. Although the bodyguards could only see his back, a hint of shoulder, and his long legs, it was enough for a group of hot-blooded Alphas to lose their cool.

The overwhelming mix of pheromones made Song Tao uncomfortable; his arms trembled as he tried to hold himself up.

“Who told you to come in! Get out!”

Qin Zheng roared, looking even angrier and more terrifying than when Song Tao had shot at him. He lunged to Song Tao’s side and scooped the uncomfortable Omega into his arms, using his broad, muscular body to shield him from view.

Lu Yao snapped out of it and signaled the retreat.

The bodyguards scrambled out. Lu Yao even had to drag away one Alpha who was too mesmerized to move. He ordered the roof and window teams to stand down as well.

Guan Si rushed to meet them. “What happened? Why are you out so fast?”

The boss hadn’t answered any of his calls.

Lu Yao looked grim. If they hadn’t left, the boss would have killed them. He swore he wasn’t trying to look, but observing the scene was part of the job! Yet…

Heh heh… those legs were so white, so long, so pretty…

If only they were wrapped around my shoulders, pressing against my chest, hooked around my waist…

A sudden smack to his head snapped him out of his daydream.

Guan Si looked stern. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Drop those thoughts. There are people you aren’t allowed to touch—hell, you aren’t even allowed to think about them.”

Lu Yao rubbed his head, groaning. “I know, I know. He’s a phoenix and I’m a nobody. But everyone loves beauty, right?”

Seeing he still wasn’t taking it seriously, Guan Si added: “Do you think Mr. Qin would be okay with you looking at that person like that?”

Lu Yao went quiet.

“You know the boss’s temper,” Guan Si said. “Don’t throw away years of work for nothing. It’s not worth it.”

Lu Yao was silent for a while before looking at Guan Si seriously. “I get it, Si-ge.”

Inside the quiet house, the Omega clung to the Alpha like a vine. His voice was soft and aggrieved. “Qin Zheng, I don’t like their smell. It’s gross. It’s making me feel sick.”

Qin Zheng replied stiffly, “Just bear with it.”

His arms were wrapped loosely around Song Tao, not quite making full contact—an Alpha’s form of politeness. He often forgot Song Tao was an Omega, likely because of those first five years or because the boy was so resilient and good at fighting. But once he remembered, he couldn’t help but be a little gentler.

Even if he wasn’t used to it.

Song Tao looped his arms around Qin Zheng’s neck. Qin Zheng tilted his head away, suddenly remembering “propriety.”

The Alpha’s ears were red as he muttered a mix of a scolding and a coaxing, “Stop moving.”

Song Tao stared at his ears, smirking where Qin Zheng couldn’t see. His fingertips idly traced the edge of the Alpha’s pheromone patch until it started to peel.

“Yours smells good. Give me some of yours to smell, Qin Zheng.”

The redness spread from Qin Zheng’s ears to his neck and cheeks. His dark pupils trembled at the boldness of the request. He was the big shot who held the lives of so many in Seko City; he was the successor who had fought through a den of wolves to become the head of the Qin family. He was no innocent flower, yet here he was, being pushed back step by step, teased and played like a fiddle by an Omega.

Why was this happening? No one knew.

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

Qin Zheng tried to push him away, but Song Tao held on tight, burrowing into his chest. His doe-eyes were watery. “But I’m covered in the smell of those other Alphas. Can’t you smell it? Do you want to know how bad it is?”

Qin Zheng’s nostrils flared instinctively. He sniffed the “boneless” Omega in his arms and indeed caught the scent of other Alphas. It was repulsive so repulsive he couldn’t stand it.

After a second’s thought, he reached up to peel off his own pheromone patch. As he pushed Song Tao’s hand away, Song Tao’s soft fingertip “accidentally” brushed over his exposed scent gland, making the Alpha visibly shudder.

Song Tao thought to himself: It’s a good thing I don’t actually have feelings for this guy. Otherwise, playing him would be like playing with a puppy. Even without feelings, teasing Qin Zheng was still top-tier entertainment.

The Alpha’s gland was exposed right next to the Omega.

Qin Zheng’s pheromones emerged—very faint, but Song Tao caught them instantly. It was a wonderful, crisp scent with an underlying warmth, like a sunflower frozen in ice.

Song Tao really liked it.

He quieted down, leaning trustingly into Qin Zheng’s arms and basking in the Alpha’s scent, letting it wrap around him. He wondered if Qin Zheng felt this same sense of “unfurling” when he received Song Tao’s essence as if he might finally sprout and bloom.

He let out a contented hum.

Qin Zheng sat as still as a statue, letting the “vine” wrap around him and enjoy his scent. He kept his eyes closed, guarding his inner boundaries.

Don’t look, don’t listen, pretend none of this exists.

But Song Tao noticed anyway. Leaning against Qin Zheng’s chest, he heard the man’s heart beating like a drum, faster and faster, like a frantic deer.

Normally, he’d expose him and tease him, but since they were finally having a moment of peace—and since he’d just bullied the man quite badly—he held back.

Time seemed to blur. After what felt like either an hour or a second, Song Tao leaned in and whispered softly:

“Qin Zheng.”

“Mm?”

“I’m happy we met again.”

Qin Zheng opened his eyes silently, staring at the white hair he’d forbidden. For a fleeting moment, he wondered if they had already spent their lives together bickering like this.

That was likely the first “human” thing the brat had said since they reunited.

Qin Zheng quite liked it.

Song Tao listened as Qin Zheng’s heartbeat slowed and synchronized with his own, as if they were made of the same flesh and blood.

With his guard completely down, he fell asleep.

Qin Zheng replaced his pheromone patch and sniffed the Omega’s hair. the repulsive scent of other Alphas was gone, replaced by his own. He glanced at the Omega’s strawberry patch with a flicker of curiosity, but did nothing.

Silence returned to the house. The housekeeping robot began tidying the living room. The curtains opened, then the windows, letting in the fragrance of the garden.

Qin Zheng smoked a cigarette while catching up on work, while Song Tao drifted into a sweet dream.

Song Tao woke up because he was hungry. Before even opening his eyes, he tried to move his hand.

Wait.

He opened his eyes and looked down. His arms were pinned behind his back, and his feet were tied as well.

He’d spent the whole night tied up?!

Qin Zheng was truly a monster. What if his circulation had been cut off? What if he needed an amputation? Could the man even pay for that? Did he have the right!

“Someone! Help! Kidnapping! Imprisonment! Murder! HELP—!”

Qin Zheng appeared shortly after. The 16th had already passed while Song Tao slept. Because he’d “eaten” late or because he was getting used to the hunger, Qin Zheng had managed the final stretch relatively easily. One meal was enough to prevent starvation, after all.

“What are you tying me up for? Do you know this is illegal?”

“I’m hungry, let me go.”

Song Tao squirmed uncomfortably like a salted fish trying to flip over.

Qin Zheng hadn’t said anything about forgiving him. He ignored the struggling. “It seems you’ve been away from home so long you’ve forgotten the family rules.”

The “salted fish” stopped squirming. His doe-eyes widened. Even after twelve years, hearing Qin Zheng mention “family rules” made his buttocks tingle with a nervous reflex.

The so-called “family rules” were just rules Qin Zheng had made up for him. Even Qin Yuchen hadn’t set rules for Qin Zheng; what right did he have to set them for a Song? He’d been bullying him like this since they were kids.

“Don’t give me that. My dad and your dad are divorced. Whose rules are these?!”

“Mine. For you.”

Qin Zheng unbuckled his belt and tilted his neck to one side with a loud crack. He still had a lit cigarette in his mouth.

He looked nothing like a “good person” right now.

Qin Zheng folded the belt and snapped it, creating a chilling sound.

Song Tao rolled away in fear. “I’m telling you, don’t touch me! If you dare hit me, I’ll… I’ll…” He stammered, a rare loss for words for someone so talkative.

Qin Zheng wrapped the black leather belt around his palm, stepping forward with easy confidence. “You’ll what?”

Backed against the headboard, Song Tao stuck out his chin. “I’ll go out and tell everyone you molested your brother!”

Qin Zheng: “Tch.”

A completely wrong answer. The brat’s brain wasn’t sharp enough after waking up; he couldn’t even lie properly. Time for a wake-up call.

With a long reach, he snatched Song Tao up. Despite the boy squealing like a pig headed for slaughter, he was caught and pinned across Qin Zheng’s lap.

Qin Zheng expertly pulled down Song Tao’s trousers. Staring at the two mounds of fair, trembling flesh, he held no romantic thoughts—he simply swung the belt.

“Qin Zheng, you… AH!!! HISS—”

“Fuck…”

Song Tao’s cursing lost its edge. A reddish-purple welt immediately appeared on his snow-white buttocks, looking both lewd and piteous.

Qin Zheng: “Do you know what you did wrong?”

Song Tao: “Fuck your uncle!”

Another snap of the belt. This time, Song Tao only managed a short cry before going silent, his eyes filling with uncontrollable tears from the pain. The welts formed a large ‘X’ across his bottom, as if marking an “incorrect” answer.

Qin Zheng: “Do you know what you did wrong?”

Song Tao: “Kill me then, if you’re so tough!”

The Omega was incredibly stubborn. He could have ended it by softening his tone, but his pride had been wounded.

As a child, he’d been disciplined like this often. Back then, Qin Zheng didn’t have this much strength, and Song Tao wasn’t this stubborn; he’d usually just cry in Qin Zheng’s arms before the first blow landed. He’d only been truly hit a few times, but those times were brutal because either he’d pushed Qin Zheng too far or he’d refused to back down, just like now.

He’d once even snatched the belt away, causing Qin Zheng to just use his hands instead.

The third blow fell.

Song Tao thrashed like a fish out of water. Large tears fell onto the bedsheets.

It was humiliating.

“FUCK! Qin Zheng! I’m twenty-two!”

What twenty-two-year-old man gets spanked?! Even Song Tao wasn’t that thick-skinned.

“You could be two hundred and twenty and you’d still follow my lead.” Qin Zheng bit his cigarette and roughly ruffled Song Tao’s white hair. “Did I not say you weren’t allowed to dye it these ridiculous colors?”

“And another thing—”

He flipped Song Tao over so they were face-to-face. Song Tao, in pain, tried to bounce away but couldn’t, so he just kept cursing.

Qin Zheng ignored him and pinched his mouth open.

Song Tao panicked for a second; this felt like the prelude to another dislocated jaw.

Qin Zheng looked disgusted. “And your tongue. A tattoo there?!”

He huffed. It was dangerous. He’d noticed it during the kiss last time but hadn’t been sure. He’d been observing him ever since. Confirming that Song Tao actually had a tattoo on his tongue gave him a massive headache.

“What, one tongue isn’t enough for you?”

Song Tao, now in a foul mood, stuck out his tongue. The little tattoo at the base was…

“Two tongues just make it feel better when I lick you, Mr. Succubus~”

Qin Zheng’s answer to the provocation was to flip him back over for another round of “belt-fried meat.”

This time, Song Tao surrendered. He was going to die.

“STOP! STOP! I won’t tell your secret! And don’t you dare care about what I wear or what color my hair is! Stop hitting me, damn you!”

If he kept going, Song Tao would actually get angry.

He took the beating as compensation for the gunshot earlier. He’d lost out on that deal; Qin Zheng had only lost a bit of skin, while he’d suffered internal damage!

Qin Zheng: “I don’t trust your word.”

Song Tao: “If I tell, may lightning strike”

Qin Zheng slammed a hand over his mouth before he could finish. He wasn’t flipped over this time; instead, the ropes were untied.

Qin Zheng left him with one warning: “If a third person finds out, you’re dead.”

Song Tao realized later: Wait, if Qin Zheng accidentally exposes himself to a third person, does that count as my fault too?

But for now: “Bring me the ointment! You hit me so hard, you animal!”

Qin Zheng returned with the ointment and went to toss it to him. Song Tao stayed face-down. “You do it. I’m afraid to touch it; it hurts too much.”