The Omega Attacked the Alpha - Chapter 6

“Your name is Black and White Knight; you’ll take your wife’s surname.” After naming his son-in-law, Song Tao looked at the “Dead Dough Bun.” Damn it, looking at this cat, those three words were the only things that came to mind.

“You should still be called Dead Dough Bun. Actually, forget it. Having the word ‘death’ in a name isn’t good luck. From now on, you’re Leavened Bun. Hey, Fa-fa-fa—may you prosper and have money to spend!”

Song Tao was very satisfied with the name. He also gave Leavened Bun a new identity: Snow Black’s younger brother and the kittens’ uncle. He was officially part of the family now.

Just as he finished the naming ceremony, Su He, who didn’t have to work overtime today, arrived home. Seeing Song Tao, she immediately noticed the bruise on his forehead.

“It’s nothing, I just accidentally bumped it. It looks worse than it feels.”

“Wait a moment, I’ll boil an egg. You can roll it over the bruise to help it heal.”

Song Tao grabbed Su He’s arm and swayed back and forth like a spoiled child. “My dear Su He, you are the most kind and beautiful Omega in the whole world~”

Su He puffed out her chest with pride at the compliment. The two sweet-smelling Omegas were like two soft pieces of cake swaying together—though Song Tao was a bit too tall, making Su He, who only reached his shoulder, look like a tiny figurine beside him.

Regarding the sudden addition of three kittens and two adult cats, Song Tao proactively offered to cover an extra 300 yuan in rent. He also took on the responsibility of cleaning the common areas, excluding Su He’s bedroom.

He knew he had to count his lucky stars to find a roommate who would let him keep five cats all at once.

The following evening, Song Tao went to meet Wei Siqi to pick up the socks. They met at their usual bar. As soon as he sat down, a slightly tipsy Wei Siqi handed him a bottle, only to pull it back when he saw the purple bruise on Song Tao’s head.

“How did you manage that?”

Song Tao took the bottle anyway and took a long swig. Over the last two days, that familiar, restless urge—the one born from unfulfilled desire—had started bubbling up in his body again.

Calculating the timing, it was about that time. He had been so busy setting traps for Qin Zheng and teaching cats how to use the litter box that he truly hadn’t settled his “needs” in a while.

The multicolored lights flashed across his face but failed to brighten his grayish-blue eyes. He exuded an aura of frustration and hostility, looking like he wanted to flip the world upside down. Several people who had intended to approach him were immediately deterred.

“This is my medal for completing a mission,” Song Tao said with a self-deprecating smirk. He took the sensing-link socks from Wei Siqi and stuffed them into his pocket.

Wei Siqi understood immediately and began cursing under his breath. He leaned closer and said, “He even hits Omegas? Is he even human? I, Wei Siqi, officially look down on Alphas like that.”

He extended a finger, beginning to point around the room like he owned the place. As the saying goes: once the drinks are in, the whole of Psycho City belongs to you.

The heat in Song Tao’s body was fueled by the alcohol, making him even thirstier. His fair skin flushed a deep crimson, like a tempting piece of fruit that would surely overflow with sweet juice if bitten.

A sexy Omega came over to flirt, but Song Tao simply raised his hand, revealing the white bracelet that symbolized his Omega status.

The other person froze. Judging by his build and his current “alpha-as-hell” posture, it was easy to mistake Song Tao for an Alpha. Since he was in a foul mood and sitting quite provocatively, he looked incredibly dominant.

Seeing that Song Tao was “one of them,” the Omega shifted their gaze to Wei Siqi. Wei Siqi was decent-looking enough, with a certain roguish charm in his eyes.

Wei Siqi smiled and raised his hand, showing the gray bracelet of a Beta.

The Omega left, looking disappointed.

Wei Siqi snorted. “Looking down on me for being a Beta? I look down on them for being Omegas! Compared to Alphas who go crazy during rut and Omegas who are always in heat, we stable Betas are the perfect ones!”

“Don’t you agree?” He looked at Song Tao for validation.

Song Tao expressionlessly raised his hand toward him. The white bracelet looked striking against his skin. Wei Siqi suddenly remembered that Song Tao was also an Omega and laughed awkwardly. “You’re different. You’re the one who’s determined to top an Alpha. I support you.”

He pumped a fist in a “fighting” gesture.

“What do you think of that guy in the suit by the bar?” Song Tao picked up a second bottle, drinking as he eyed his chosen prey.

The Alpha had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He looked upright and handsome, likely in his thirties, radiating the aura of a mature man.

Song Tao scanned the room and decided this one was the most pleasing to the eye.

During his secondary gender differentiation, an accident had occurred. The unstable pheromones had caused uncontrollable effects on his body, resulting in a diagnosis of mild hypersexuality.

At first, Song Tao thought he could just endure it.

But it wasn’t that simple. That desire crawled out from the marrow of his bones and the depths of his cells a localized itch that was impossible to ignore. Because he had been a minor, the doctor originally prescribed strong suppressants, but those were damaging to the body.

Once he became an adult, he switched to soothing agents. However, they weren’t potent enough, so he usually had to “handle things” himself a few times before using them.

But as he did it more often, his body became less and less responsive to his own hands or the toys at home.

He felt it was time for the real deal.

His gaze was so direct that it quickly caught the Alpha’s attention. The two made eye contact across the hazy lights, sizing each other up.

Wei Siqi looked over too. “He looks pretty ‘A.’ Doesn’t seem like the type who’d be okay with getting poked.”

Song Tao was looking at the Alpha’s mouth—specifically his thick, sexy lips. “He can at least accept using his mouth.”

He brushed his hair back. “Being able to give head to an Omega of my level is his privilege.”

The Alpha had already picked up his glass and was heading their way.

Wei Siqi asked, “And then what?”

Song Tao smiled mischievously. “And then, obviously, I’ll run away once I’ve had my fun.”

Shocked by his audacity, Wei Siqi gave him a thumbs up. “You really are creatively wicked.”

As they spoke, the Alpha arrived and offered his glass to Song Tao. “May I have the honor of buying you a drink?”

Song Tao took the glass and stood up. The Alpha’s gaze kept rising. When he realized Song Tao was significantly taller than him, his ego took a slight hit, and he considered backing off.

But then Song Tao said, “Thanks for the drink, but I’m in a bit of a hurry. Can we get straight to the point?”

The Alpha was stunned into submission.

The back door of the bar opened, and Song Tao and the Alpha stepped out one after the other.

In the narrow, dim alleyway against the weathered red brick walls, the Alpha tried to kiss Song Tao. However, Song Tao pressed a hand against the man’s shoulder and pushed down firmly.

“Give it to me with your mouth first.”

The Omega’s commanding tone startled the Alpha for a split second, but he quickly and eagerly knelt. Having the chance to pleasure such a beautiful Omega felt like a divine blessing.

Song Tao leaned one fist against the wall.

He looked down as the Alpha unzipped his pants. Tsk. He looked like a very obedient lapdog, which honestly killed half the excitement.

The button was undone.

Song Tao felt a flicker of nervousness; after all, he hadn’t actually done this with someone else before.

Suddenly, a hand touched the back of his neck. The shock made him jump, and he was violently yanked backward. Before he could even steady himself, he caught a glimpse of the bastard out of the corner of his eye.

Little. Qin. Zheng.

It hadn’t even been two days, and he was already looking for him. A man really shouldn’t be this impatient.

The Alpha, unhappy that his “meal” had been interrupted, stood up and glared at Qin Zheng. “Who the hell are you—”

A slap across the face cut him off. Qin Zheng’s well-defined fingers tightened as he grabbed the Alpha’s head and slammed it violently against the wall.

It was much more brutal than the way he had handled Song Tao before.

Blood immediately bloomed on the Alpha’s head, trailing down his face. Qin Zheng coldly let go.

The Alpha’s consciousness blurred as he slid down the wall. Two bodyguards appeared out of nowhere to drag the unlucky man away.

Qin Zheng’s sharp gaze, heavy with suppressed rage, landed on Song Tao. An Omega engaging in public play—he was truly audacious.

“Shameless,” Qin Zheng spat out the word.

Song Tao swayed forward, his white canvas shoes stepping directly onto Qin Zheng’s polished high-end leather shoes. It was a provocative gesture, looking as if he were throwing himself into Qin Zheng’s arms. His eyes were bleary with drink as he mumbled, “You’re handsomer than that guy. You do it for me.”

He giggled foolishly, brazenly rubbing his reacting “problem” against Qin Zheng’s body.

Qin Zheng felt the contact and turned red instantly. His first instinct was to retreat, but thinking that would look cowardly, he forced himself to stand his ground. He gritted his teeth so hard his jawline looked sharp enough to kill.

Toward the degenerate in front of him, even giving him a couple of slaps felt like dirtying his own hands.

Song Tao could feel Qin Zheng’s chest heaving with anger. His muscles were firm.

He’s really grown up. His pecs are huge.

He was dragged out of the alley by Qin Zheng. As he was shoved into the car, he feigned excitement. “Are we doing a car scene?”

As expected, Qin Zheng’s face turned green.

There was absolutely nothing more entertaining in this world than teasing Qin Zheng. He was, after all, Song Tao’s very first “toy.”

Qin Zheng gave the driver an address, and the partition was raised.

Song Tao leaned toward Qin Zheng. “This space is pretty good for riding—”

Before he could finish the word, Qin Zheng had stripped off his black silk tie and used it to gag Song Tao, tying it behind his head. He effectively shut that filthy mouth.

Song Tao made muffled “mnh-mnh” sounds and continued to lean into him. Qin Zheng then pulled off his belt to bind Song Tao’s hands before pushing him away in disgust.

One sat on the far left, the other on the far right.

Between them lay a clear, distinct boundary.

Qin Zheng was fuming. He had come straight from a meeting because the brat hadn’t specified when exactly he was supposed to marry that old man.

He had thought about it for the last two days. After all, Song Tao had once been part of the Qin household. Letting him marry an old man would bring shame to the Qin name—to his name.

That was absolutely unacceptable.

He hadn’t expected to walk into a scene like that. For a moment, he had genuinely felt like killing Song Tao.

Song Tao leaned quietly against the car door. Without a release, he was feeling miserable. He began to blame Qin Zheng in his head for ruining his fun.

His eyes flickered.

Moving his fingers, he pulled something out and began to do some “handiwork.”

Qin Zheng heard a suspicious sound. With a skeptical frown, he turned his head, and his pupils shrunk instantly.

Song Tao was lightly biting his lower lip, his head tilted back to expose his slender neck, making his prominent Adam’s apple look like a tempting, pale pink fruit.

His lowered eyelashes trembled with the rhythm of his busy arm. Fast and urgent.

His lily-white fingers were right there, shamelessly gripping his already engorged.

A soft moan escaped.

He felt that Song Tao hadn’t just forgotten he was an Alpha—he had forgotten he was even human.

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