Transmigrated As The Cannon Fodder Ex-Wife Of A Scumbag Alpha - Chapter 19

Zhao Zhiyi had never had his neck bitten by an Alpha while conscious or rather, this was the first time he vividly realized he was an Omega.

The Alpha’s pheromones were like surging ocean waves, sweeping over him with the force of a thunderstorm, trapping him entirely within. In the face of this powerful suppression, his resistance felt as futile as an ant trying to shake a giant tree.

His gland was pierced by sharp fangs. The Alpha who had marked him before now brutally injected pheromones into his gland. Pain, numbness, itching, heat… a cocktail of sensations mixed together, causing fine beads of sweat to break out on Zhao Zhiyi’s forehead. His fingers, which were propping him up against the door, curled involuntarily, only to be forcefully pried open by Meng Ze, who interlaced their fingers in a tight grip.

Zhao Zhiyi let out a low, muffled groan from his throat. “It hurts…”

Meng Ze remained clamped onto that patch of skin, like a starved hyena on the savanna refusing to let go of the choice meat in its jaws.

“…I said it hurts!” Using every ounce of strength he had left, Zhao Zhiyi swung a fist into Meng Ze’s face. Meng Ze likely hadn’t expected Zhao Zhiyi to be capable of hitting back in this state, caught off guard, his head snapped to the side from the blow, and he stumbled back several steps.

Back against the door, Zhao Zhiyi gasped for air like a drowning man finally reaching oxygen. He clenched his palms tight and fumbled blindly, trying to open the door and escape.

He couldn’t stay here any longer. If this continued, not just Meng Ze, but he himself would…

Biting his lip, Zhao Zhiyi finally felt the cold metal of the door handle. Just as he was about to press down, a hand suddenly covered the back of his. Zhao Zhiyi shuddered violently.

“Want to go out?” Meng Ze asked softly, appearing behind him at some unknown moment, leaning against his back.

“…You’re not lucid right now.” Sweat dripped down Zhao Zhiyi’s forehead as he forced himself to say, “Let go.”

“Give it a try.” Meng Ze tightened his grip on Zhao’s hand and pressed down.

The lock clicked, but the door didn’t budge.

Zhao Zhiyi asked blankly, “Why…”

“You can’t get out,” Meng Ze said. “Not without my fingerprint.”

Zhao Zhiyi: “.”

What kind of psychopath designs their own front door lock like that?!

Meng Ze’s hand slowly moved across his waist, his breath brushing against Zhao’s cheek. “I told you that you needed to catch up on your lessons. Knowing I’m in my rut, you still dared to come over?”

“…I get it now. I’ll definitely study hard.” Zhao Zhiyi’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “You still have your wits about you, right? Let me go, I’ll go find a doctor, I… mmph!”

Meng Ze pulled him into an embrace and lightly licked the teeth marks he had left behind, acting as if he were flaunting a prize, offering comfort, and issuing a threat all at once.

Zhao Zhiyi was like a dying fish, capable only of a few weak flops. Meng Ze used the tip of his nose to nuzzle the skin on the side of his neck. “A doctor can’t save me.”

Suddenly exerting force, he pinned Zhao Zhiyi to the floor, bracing his hands on either side of Zhao’s shoulders. Even though Zhao Zhiyi couldn’t see his face, he could feel that intense, scorching gaze as if it were a physical weight.

“Only you can save me.”

Zhao Zhiyi heard him say those words.

His heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to say that the person Meng Ze should be looking for was Su Jiyu, Meng Ze lowered his head. His hot breath fanned across Zhao’s lips as he uttered three words slowly, possessing an indescribable sense of control: “Zhao, Zhi, Yi.”

Zhao Zhiyi shrank back, scorched by his breath.

It seemed Dr. Zheng was right, a temporary mark didn’t just affect the Omega, it affected the Alpha as well. Judging by Meng Ze’s reaction, he was far more affected.

If Zhao Zhiyi knew what he looked like right now, he probably wouldn’t be so confident.

In the empty, cold living room, the young man’s clothes were in disarray, revealing half of a snow white shoulder. His collarbones were prominent, and the veins in his neck were clearly visible as he lay panting beneath the man. His long fingers clutched the other’s hem as if pleading, his cheeks were dyed a brilliant red, and his eyelashes were wet with tears, sticking together. Even the tip of his nose bore a faint blush.

The cold scent of orange blossoms seemed to drown in the spicy aroma of juniper gin, gradually becoming soft and lingering.

The scent of alcohol wove an invisible cage, imprisoning the prey within, yet Zhao Zhiyi was completely unaware.

Zhao Zhiyi couldn’t tell if Meng Ze was actually lucid. His speech was clearly logical, yet his actions were absurd. Why was the protagonist-gong pinning a cannon fodder to the ground?

“Meng Ze.” Zhao Zhiyi’s voice trembled slightly. “Can you… can you release more pheromones? I feel like… like…”

He groaned, his fingers gripping Meng Ze’s arm. “It feels like my heat is coming early. It’s so uncomfortable.”

Meng Ze’s voice sounded strange: “Uncomfortable?”

Before Zhao Zhiyi could react, the Alpha pheromones in the air were abruptly withdrawn. The oppressive feeling vanished instantly. He should have felt relieved, but instead, it felt as if a swarm of tiny insects were burrowing around in his heart, making him curl into a ball in distress, his body slick with a thin layer of sweat.

“Is that better?” Zhao Zhiyi heard Meng Ze ask.

The voice sounded distant, as if separated by a veil. His head was swimming, and he couldn’t hear clearly, he only felt his neck being gripped and stroked slowly. He helplessly grabbed that hand. “…It hurts.”

Without Meng Ze’s pheromones, the discomfort seemed even worse.

“I… I…” Zhao Zhiyi opened his eyes blindly, physiological tears spilling from the corners. “I think I’m even more…”

Meng Ze: “What do you want?”

“I want…”

That hand moved to the back of his neck. The thin calluses on the fingertips brushed against the tender gland, like a bolt of lightning striking his mind. Zhao Zhiyi spasmed, arching his fragile neck like a swan offering itself for slaughter. “I want your pheromones…”

Meng Ze didn’t speak. Perhaps only a second passed, or maybe a minute, the sweat on Zhao Zhiyi’s back had soaked through his undershirt, before he felt Meng Ze move.

Meng Ze pinned both of Zhao’s hands above his head and said huskily, “Turn your head.”

Zhao Zhiyi turned his head dazed. The next second, the man’s lips covered him, biting into the already swollen gland without allowing any refusal. Zhao Zhiyi’s body went rigid as he gasped violently. The scent of juniper gin was more frenzied than before, enveloping him completely. Meaningless whimpers escaped his throat, and his eyelashes fluttered. “Gentle, it hurts so much.”

“Does it hurt?” Meng Ze’s lips and tongue were still pressed against his neck as he muttered indistinctly, “I thought it would feel good.”

“It just hurts!” Zhao Zhiyi murmured. “And it’s so hot. Why are you so hot? I’m going to burn to death because of you.”

Having received the pheromones, he immediately turned fickle and began to struggle. “That’s enough, let go of me. The floor is so hard.”

Meng Ze wrapped an arm around his waist and lifted him up. Zhao Zhiyi, suddenly suspended in the air, instinctively grabbed Meng Ze’s shoulders and panted against his neck, his body drenched in sweat as if he’d just been fished out of water. He asked wearily, “Where are we going?”

“To bed.” Meng Ze buried his head in the crook of Zhao’s neck and nuzzled. “Didn’t you complain that the floor was hard?”

Even though Zhao Zhiyi’s mind wasn’t entirely clear, he knew an Omega shouldn’t easily go to bed with an Alpha, especially one in his rut. He pushed against Meng Ze’s shoulders. “No, put me down. I’m going home.”

Meng Ze, of course, wouldn’t listen. Zhao Zhiyi was tossed onto the soft bed. He immediately tried to scramble away, but after only a few crawling steps, he was dragged back. Meng Ze pinned his waist down with a knee, yanked at his collar, and used the already loose tie to deftly bind Zhao Zhiyi’s hands.

A dim sleep light was on in the bedroom, allowing Zhao Zhiyi to see Meng Ze’s sharp features. His eyes held a mixture of ferocity and chilling calm, two extreme emotions intertwined, making Zhao’s skin crawl. “Meng Ze… mmph!”

Meng Ze cupped the back of his head and kissed him.

The kiss was fierce, a brutal style as if he wanted to swallow Zhao Zhiyi whole. He started by nipping and grinding at the lower lip, sensing Zhao Zhiyi’s refusal to open his teeth, his hand slid under the hem of Zhao’s shirt to grip that thin waist. Zhao Zhiyi jolted, letting out a startled cry, and Meng Ze took the opportunity to sweep in, his tongue invading every corner of Zhao Zhiyi’s mouth.

The sensitive palate, the neat teeth, the soft tongue, even the tender throat, all were meticulously licked and occupied, leaving behind the Alpha’s violent aura.

Zhao Zhiyi had never kissed anyone, he hadn’t even been in a relationship. In his previous life, he’d been too busy working triple shifts to earn money, never even touching a girl’s hand, let alone being kissed like this by a member of the same sex.

Naturally, he didn’t know how to breathe during a kiss. His face turned bright red from holding his breath. For a moment, he genuinely thought he would suffocate and die from the kiss.

I’m going to be eaten.

It feels like I’m really being eaten.

Zhao Zhiyi thought in a panic.

“So clumsy,” Meng Ze whispered against his lips.

Finally able to breathe, Zhao Zhiyi clung to Meng Ze in a state of exhaustion, sweat mixing with tears as they wet the bedsheets.

Meng Ze licked and kissed his way down Zhao’s neck, using his high nose bridge to nuzzle the gland and leaving crimson marks on the protruding collarbones. Zhao Zhiyi arched his body and gripped Meng Ze’s wrists, staring blankly at the ceiling.

“You’re sweating so much,” Meng Ze said.

“Because… it’s hot,” Zhao Zhiyi said unconsciously. “Your heater is set too high…”

“Then take it off.”

Before Zhao Zhiyi could snap back to reality, Meng Ze had already freed his hands and stripped off his coat. Zhao Zhiyi had arrived in a hurry, wearing only a long-sleeved knit sweater under Meng Ze’s overcoat. With the coat off, only the thin sweater remained. Despite the heat, he broke out in goosebumps. “No, you can’t…”

Meng Ze silenced him with a kiss, sucking on his tongue to prevent him from speaking.

Zhao Zhiyi let out muffled sobs, clutching the back of Meng Ze’s clothes, his face burning red.

He felt uncomfortable when Meng Ze touched him, yet uncomfortable when he didn’t. It was like being on a small boat in the middle of a vast ocean, seeing a mirage, even knowing it was false, he still wanted to draw closer, only to end up smashed to pieces against the rocks.

“Why are you crying?” Meng Ze wiped away his tears, looking at the young man who was weeping continuously in the dim light. He looked as if he had suffered a great grievance, his fair skin flushed a beautiful hue that was strikingly lovely. He gently kissed Zhao Zhiyi’s earlobe. “Tell me, what do you want, hmm?”

Zhao Zhiyi didn’t know what he wanted.

He craved the mirage, yet feared death. He couldn’t say a word.

Meng Ze’s fingers gripped the base of his thigh, and he kissed a reddened knee. Seeing that snow-white leg tremble, he chuckled low. “Is it that uncomfortable?”

“Mm…” Zhao Zhiyi’s vision was a blur; he couldn’t see Meng Ze’s face clearly. “I think I’m sick. Maybe I need to see Dr. Zheng more than you do…” he said confusedly. “Take me to the doctor… an injection is fine, I feel so strange.”

“I told you already, a doctor can’t save me,” Meng Ze said. “And they can’t save you either.”

He pressed down on Zhao Zhiyi’s sweaty neck, his voice terrifyingly hoarse: “If it hurts, bite me.”

Initially, Zhao Zhiyi didn’t understand what Meng Ze meant, until pain surged through him like a heavy axe splitting a mountain. He broke out into a sob. “Meng Ze! Meng Ze!”

Meng Ze pressed Zhao’s head into the crook of his neck. Instinctively, Zhao Zhiyi bit down hard on his gland. Meng Ze paused, kissed his tear-streaked, thin eyelids, and held him even tighter, muffling all his pleas and cries.

The Alpha’s pheromones enveloped the Omega’s cold fragrance, winning with overwhelming dominance. In the living room, the screen of the phone Meng Ze had thrown to the floor was cracked like a spiderweb, but it lit up stubbornly. New WeChat messages were coming in, the contact displayed as “Chen Zhou.”

Chen Zhou: [Zhiyi, I feel much better. Can you teach me how to make a cake tomorrow?]

Chen Zhou: [Or can I come find you now? It’s so boring at the hotel.]

Chen Zhou: […Zhiyi?]

When Zhao Zhiyi woke up, it was evening the following day.

He first tried to sit up, only to collapse back down immediately.

Everything hurt, everything was uncomfortable. It felt like a thousand needles were stabbing his brain, and the back of his neck was agonizing.

He lifted a trembling finger to touch it, the gland was heavily swollen, and the teeth marks were clearly palpable.

Memories began to flood back. His face cycled through a spectrum of colors, red, white, more vivid than a palette. He lay paralyzed on the bed like a corpse.

He… and Meng Ze… had slept together?