What to Do If the White Moonlight Omega Falls in Love with Me - Chapter 18

The dance concluded, and the thunderous applause and cheers lasted for a full minute, tearing through the invisible curtain hanging over the playground. The passion of the moment echoed through the entire space.

Yet, the protagonist at the center remained calm.

Cha Yuxuan pulled Yan Qingran into a bow before retreating to the tiered stands to rest. She pulled out a pack of tissues and handed one over. “Senior, want to wipe your sweat?”

Yan Qingran did not answer. She didn’t reach for the tissue, nor did she even turn her head.

Cha Yuxuan leaned in to look at her. The usually bright, piercing eyes of the Senior had lost their focus; she was staring blankly at the ground in a daze. She’s actually quite cute when she spaces out, Yuxuan thought, as she reached out to wipe the sweat from the Senior’s brow herself.

As the tissue drew near her forehead, Yan Qingran suddenly lunged, grabbing Yuxuan’s wrist with a grip of iron. Her eyes were sharp, shot through with thin red veins, piercing through Yuxuan’s defenses like a predator locking onto its prey.

A cold sweat instantly broke out on Cha Yuxuan’s back.

Recognizing her, Yan Qingran quickly released her hand, though the pulse in her temple throbbed violently. “Sorry,” she rasped.

The world before her eyes began to take on a faint reddish tint. She shook her head, gasping for air. Sweat continued to pour down her face, and her shirt was already soaked through.

Cha Yuxuan bit her lip, kneeling concernedly in front of her. “Senior, are you feeling unwell?”

The silhouette in front of her was swaying, and a primal sense of possessiveness flared deep in her bones. Realizing things were taking a turn for the worse, Yan Qingran gritted her teeth to maintain control. “It’s nothing,” she said, her voice hoarse. “I’m going back. Have fun.”

The moment the words left her mouth, she bolted toward the exit. A fast walk wasn’t enough; she eventually broke into a jog.

“Instructor! The Senior isn’t feeling well. I’m going to check on her!”

Cha Yuxuan felt something was seriously wrong and wanted to look after her. Yuan Chu watched her with an amused expression. Yan Qingran, the woman made of iron, feeling unwell? How strange. But seeing the junior’s genuine anxiety, she let her go. “Go ahead. You don’t need to come back tonight.”

“Thank you, Instructor!”

Cha Yuxuan chased after Yan Qingran, breaking into a full sprint until she finally caught up. Had Yan Qingran’s rut fully hit, the intense movement would have caused her pheromones to spread even faster, and Yuxuan wouldn’t have been able to catch her even with four legs.

Gasping for breath, Yuxuan reached her side. “Senior, let me take you to the school clinic.”

Yan Qingran shot her a look, clutching the back of her neck as she shoved her away. “Leave me alone!”

The whites of her eyes were flushed red, and her pupils glinted with an eerie crimson light under the yellow streetlamps. She looked like she had just run a marathon in the sweltering sun—flushed, drenched in sweat, and exhaling scorching air.

Cha Yuxuan stumbled back, finally deducing the cause of this abnormality.

Yan Qingran was losing her sense of direction. Her vision was doubled and veiled in a misty red. She kept wandering toward secluded areas, knowing only that she had to get away from the crowd; she needed an inhibitor, or an Omega.

Cha Yuxuan followed persistently. “Senior, let me take you to the clinic. I know it’s your rut, right? The doctor will have inhibitors ready.”

Yan Qingran stopped, leaning against a utility pole for support. Her chest heaved. She explained with forced patience, “They don’t have inhibitors that work on me. Going there is useless. Stop following me; I just need to be alone.”

Inhibitors for S-rank Alphas were custom-made; standard ones had no effect on them.

Cha Yuxuan stood a step away. “But you’re suffering. They’ll find a way to make you more comfortable.”

“What use are they? They don’t have an Omega to give me!” Yan Qingran suddenly slammed her fist against the pole in a fit of heat-induced frustration. A shower of plaster and small stones crumbled at her feet.

Cha Yuxuan swallowed hard. No wonder people said Alphas in a rut were walking destruction machines—not only could they trigger an Omega’s heat, but they could also tear their surroundings apart, losing all sense of their own strength.

Yet, for an S-rank Alpha to hold out this long was already remarkable.

Feeling the searing heat from the gland at the back of her neck, Yan Qingran turned and headed for the library’s underground garage—a place usually deserted except for a few dust-covered cars. Cha Yuxuan hesitated for a moment before following her into the shadows.

The light in the garage was dim, like the open maw of a nocturnal beast. Yuxuan carefully turned on her phone’s flashlight.

A voice suddenly came from the darkness, startling her. “You might as well help me go home and get my inhibitors and patches. They’re in the drawer of my nightstand.”

Yan Qingran leaned against the wall, watching her. “The primary code is 20010305. The secondary code is yqr20010305, all lowercase. You can record your fingerprint for the secondary access.”

Seeing her situation had stabilized slightly, Cha Yuxuan asked hesitantly, “Should I go now?”

Yan Qingran let out a soft laugh. “Hurry, or I’m going to smash every car in here.”

“Oh! I’m going!” Cha Yuxuan turned and ran.

The moment she left the garage, Yan Qingran collapsed onto the floor. Her throat worked as the suppressed tidal wave of heat surged back. Pheromones unique to an Alpha swirled around her, and the red in her vision deepened. Driven by a primal urge for destruction, she stumbled through the garage, crushing three or four bricks to vent. Although her hands were bloodied, she felt slightly better.

Finally, she grabbed a steel pipe as thick as her arm and leaned into a dark corner, her hands trembling as she undid several buttons at her collar.

Outside the school, Cha Yuxuan hopped on a shared e-bike and sped to Yan Qingran’s complex. Finding the elevator too slow, she sprinted up seven flights of stairs.

Muttering the codes to herself, she entered them. The electronic lock popped up a window: Save this fingerprint? She tried to hit “No,” but the screen wouldn’t respond. She had to hit “Yes” to get the door open.

It was her first time in Yan Qingran’s bedroom. The decor was beyond simple—just a bed and a wardrobe. She didn’t linger, immediately opening the drawer. “Inhibitors, patches.” They were right in front, covered in foreign labels she couldn’t read. She grabbed the whole lot, put them in an opaque bag, and raced back.

By the time she returned to the garage, Yan Qingran was no longer in the same spot. Yuxuan used her flashlight to search the depths. “Senior? Yan Qingran? Where are you?”

“Here,” came a hoarse response.

Cha Yuxuan followed the sound and saw a Yan Qingran more disheveled than ever. She was drenched, her damp hair hanging over her brows. Her shirt was skewed on her shoulders, her collarbone glistening with sweat. Her hands were cut and bloodied, and beside her lay a steel pipe twisted into an unrecognizable shape, marked with bloody handprints.

Yan Qingran squinted against the light. The gland at the back of her neck was still burning like an endless heat-inducing engine.

Cha Yuxuan knelt before her, distressed, and took her hands. “Senior, why did you hurt yourself?”

“Accident…” Yan Qingran pulled her hands away and turned her head. “Where are the inhibitors?”

Cha Yuxuan hurriedly handed over the bag. Yan Qingran opened the box, took out a vial, unwrapped the needle, rolled up her sleeve, and injected herself without hesitation.

Cha Yuxuan glimpsed the long needle and flinched, turning her head away in fear for several seconds. After the injection, Yan Qingran seemed drained of strength, leaning against the wall to wait for the drug to take effect.

“Senior, let’s go to the school clinic to treat the wounds on your hands later,” Yuxuan said, resting her chin on her hand.

“No need. It’ll heal quickly on its own,” Yan Qingran said coldly, trusting in the self-healing abilities of an S-rank Alpha.

Cha Yuxuan caught sight of the rising and falling muscle lines under the damp shirt and swallowed. She has such a great figure. “Then come back to the dorm with me later to change.”

“No,” Yan Qingran reflexively refused.

Cha Yuxuan crouched in front of her with a pout, staring at her like a wet, stray pet, refusing to speak.

Yan Qingran applied an inhibitor patch, stood up, brushed the dust off her clothes, and straightened herself out. “Don’t follow me next time. It’s dangerous.”

“If there is a next time, I’ll definitely follow you again,” Cha Yuxuan said defiantly.

Yan Qingran was silent for a long time. Then she asked, “Do you know what you looked like to me back then?”

“What?”

“A plaything ready to be taken.”

Four days had passed since Yan Qingran’s rut hit early.

She had stayed home, reading and sketching, never returning to school, as if the online craze surrounding her dance with Cha Yuxuan had nothing to do with her.

Tomorrow was the 21st. Yan Qingran closed her book and went to the bedroom to pick out an outfit. That night, she had eventually gone back to Cha Yuxuan’s dorm to shower and change into the junior’s clothes. The pants were a bit short, the shirt fit well, but the pattern was… a bit childish. She still remembered the exaggerated expressions on the roommates’ faces when they returned.

If there is a next time?

There wouldn’t be. Yan Qingran felt a lingering fear. She didn’t know why Cha Yuxuan, as an Alpha, emitted a scent that made her feel so at ease. she was afraid of losing her mind and hurting the innocent junior. Moreover, Cha Yuxuan seemed unaffected by her pheromones. Theoretically, Alphas should repel each other, yet Cha Yuxuan was different. The anomalies were piling up.

Could this little one have a natural defect in that area? she wondered.

Yan Qingran packed the borrowed clothes into a bag, deciding to visit Cha Yuxuan at school tomorrow and bring her some treats.

Cha Yuxuan noticed that whenever she chatted with the Senior lately, the replies were cold—either a long wait or a simple “Mhm.” I must have really made her angry, she thought. She decided to apologize properly the next time they met. But man, the sight of that Alpha inhibitor needle was terrifying.

Between the heat of military training, she wondered when she would finally present. Such a headache. “Actually, being a Beta wouldn’t be bad,” she mused. “At least you don’t have to stab yourself every month.”

The 21st arrived—a rare cloudy day. Everyone was praying for rain to get a break from training. Unfortunately, the clouds never gathered. By 5:00 PM, it was still dry.

Yuan Chu sat under a tree, chewing on a piece of grass. “Give it up. The weather report said no rain today.” A long sigh echoed through the ranks. “Quiet! Stand straight. Only thirty minutes left.”

Standing at attention for hours was now easy for them. Cha Yuxuan stared straight ahead, knowing the “unscrupulous” instructor would make her run five laps for the slightest error. But someone entered the playground entrance. Even from a distance, Yuxuan recognized her Senior. Her lips curved up. Is she here for me?

Yan Qingran had driven to a pastry shop she liked to buy a few boxes of non-sweet desserts—the only sweets she could tolerate. Then she bought one sugar-free lemonade and four half-sugar iced milk teas for the roommates.

She waited on the shaded stands. Cha Yuxuan watched her sit down, and their eyes met across the distance. Yan Qingran pretended not to see her, but her small movements gave her away. Cha Yuxuan broke into a massive grin, standing out among the expressionless crowd.

Yuan Chu called out lazily, “Cha Yuxuan, go run. You’ll be done just in time for dinner.”

“Yes, Instructor!” Cha Yuxuan was more than happy to leave the ranks. She ran toward the stands, gesturing to Yan Qingran as she got closer. I have to run five laps, then I can play with you!

Yan Qingran nodded, pointing to the bags. I brought food.

Yuan Chu rolled her eyes. No wonder Yuxuan was happy to run; those two were so clingy after just a few days apart.

Su Meng entered the field with her camera and saw Cha Yuxuan running and smiling while gesturing at someone. She turned her head and saw Yan Qingran. She was furious. This is too much! Even targeting her own kind?

On the first night of training, Su Meng had run into a flushed Cha Yuxuan in the hallway, smelling strongly of Yan Qingran’s pheromones, like a mark of ownership. Cha Yuxuan had run away immediately, seemingly too shy to face anyone.

“President Yan sure is capable, getting so close to a freshman,” Su Meng said, walking up to her with an air of “Green Tea” sarcasm.

Yan Qingran looked at her blankly. “Mhm.”

“Cha Yuxuan is still a kid, and you have the nerve to mark her? Have you no conscience?” Su Meng snapped.

Yan Qingran frowned. “I did not mark her.”

“Keep pretending. I saw it last time.”

“Saw what?” Yan Qingran asked, fixing her gaze on her.

“I saw!” Su Meng began, but Yan Qingran suddenly jumped down from the stands, racing toward the track where Cha Yuxuan had just tripped and fallen.

Dammit, she’s taking the spotlight again! Su Meng chased after them, shouting, “Two Alphas will never have a future together!”

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