What to Do If the White Moonlight Omega Falls in Love with Me - Chapter 40

Zhuang Wei’s pheromones were naturally a heavy, rich sweetness. During his heat, the induced Omega pheromones he released shed their honey-like origin, becoming cloyingly thick. This was so overwhelming that Yan Qingran clutched her throat and gagged.

“Your pheromones smell disgusting.”

This sentence struck Zhuang Wei’s heart like a heavy hammer. His expression gradually darkened, his brows clouded with an unmovable gloom.

Yan Qingran’s fingers curled, digging deep into the exquisite wool carpet with one hand while covering her mouth and nose with the other. Her face was a mask of pain, as if she were smelling something utterly repulsive. Yet, at the same time, that “disgusting” Omega scent still ignited a fire within her this was a biological pull that had nothing to do with personal taste.

Zhuang Wei stared at her for a moment, then suddenly laughed. “You’ll get used to the smell. Since you won’t come to me, you’ll just have to get used to it a bit faster.”

As he spoke, a thick, cloying honey-scented wave of Omega pheromones erupted from him, attempting to fuse with the Alpha scent permeating the room. The primary target of this impact was Yan Qingran, huddled in the corner.

She let out a heavy, suppressed gasp. As she inhaled the Omega scent, the residual drugs in the red wine were fully triggered, and her body temperature surged again.

Zhuang Wei wasn’t faring much better. His face was a bloody red. Intoxicated by the domineering Alpha pheromones in the air, he leaned against the headboard and pressed his hand against the swollen gland at the back of his neck, rubbing it in soothing circles. He tilted his head back, took a deep breath, and increased the pressure, a soft, lingering moan escaping his throat and echoing through the room.

To an Alpha, the sound of an Omega in heat is a lethal temptation.

The carpet beneath Yan Qingran’s fingers finally gave way, a tear appearing in the fabric. As her fingertips touched the cool porcelain tile, she instinctively pulled back. She tightly gripped the broken iron ring of the handcuff still hanging from her left wrist; the jagged edge punctured her palm, and blood began to seep out. The sharp pain granted her a fleeting moment of clarity.

On the other side, Zhuang Wei’s fingers slid from his Adam’s apple to his collarbone, gently pulling open his ivory silk robe. He traced a path downward, a flush spreading across his body wherever his fingers touched.

Wave after wave of heat hit her. Yan Qingran raised her right hand and smashed a floor tile. The loud crack startled the middle-aged man watching the monitor outside; fearing an accident, he prepared to rush in.

Zhuang Wei looked over at her. The carpet near her left hand was stained with a large patch of blood. Her right hand now gripped a shard of broken porcelain, the sharp edges digging deep into her palm. Blood surged out, yet Yan Qingran only slightly furrowed her brows, as if the pain were non-existent, and squeezed even harder.

“Are you crazy?!”

Zhuang Wei snapped out of his daze. He pinched the bridge of his nose, hurried off the bed, and steadied himself against the wall. He looked up at the camera and gave a signal.

The redness in Yan Qingran’s face paled slightly due to the blood loss, but it was only a temporary fix for the relentless heat. The drug’s power hadn’t faded. She let go of the shard and used her middle fingertip to press firmly against the sharp edge of a porcelain fragment. The pain magnified several times over. She let out a low groan and slumped weakly against the wall, sweat drenching the hair at her temples.

Uncle Li, the lean middle-aged man, received the signal and immediately unlocked the door. He turned on the exhaust fan and stood by Zhuang Wei’s side.

Zhuang Wei rubbed his forehead. He stared at Yan Qingran for a long time—her breath was weak, but her face remained flushed. He zeroed in on her bleeding fingertip. “Take her to the hospital.”

Yan Qingran snapped her head up and barked at Uncle Li, “Don’t come any closer.”

Fighting through the agony in her body, she turned her gaze toward Zhuang Wei. “First, agree to break the engagement. Second, let me go. Otherwise, we burn together.”

A strange flush rose to Zhuang Wei’s face. He laughed loudly. “Good, very good. You’re the first person who has ever dared to threaten me like this.”

Yan Qingran released the broken iron ring and hid her wounded right fingertip. “Draft a contract,” she said expressionlessly.

Zhuang Wei waved his hand. Uncle Li immediately left and returned with a standard contract and a pen. He read aloud as he filled it in. Once finished, Uncle Li glanced at Zhuang Wei, who nodded indifferently and signed his name.

Yan Qingran raised her bloody right hand and pressed a fiery red thumbprint onto the paper.

Zhuang Wei raised his hand wearily. “Uncle Li, give her the key to the handcuffs and send her back. She can go anywhere she wants; no one is to object.”

Yan Qingran struggled to her feet and took the key. The bloody handcuffs fell to the floor with a clatter. She cradled her right hand with her left, leaning against the wall for support. “No need. I can go back myself.”

Thanks to an Alpha’s strong healing abilities, the bleeding had already stopped. Full healing was only a matter of time, and the drug’s potency seemed to have decreased along with the blood loss. She could manage now.

“As you wish.”

Zhuang Wei took a step aside and sighed half to himself, “I wonder if your beloved Omega has such iron self-control? Or the strength to protect themselves?”

Yan Qingran froze, her anger boiling over. She kicked Uncle Li aside with such explosive force that even the trained martial artist was forced back two steps. She grabbed Zhuang Wei’s shoulders with both hands, her lip curling. “If you dare.”

Zhuang Wei showed no fear. “No, no, I wouldn’t dare. But someone as beautiful as her? Someone will always dare.”

Yan Qingran understood the logic that money makes the world go ’round. She calmed herself, let go of Zhuang Wei, and walked out without looking back.

After she left, Zhuang Wei pulled down his robe to look at his shoulders; the two red marks were glaringly obvious. The Alpha pheromones in the air were thin now, sucked out by the fan. He took one last lingering sniff before his eyes lost all traces of sentiment. He looked at Uncle Li. “I assume you understand my meaning.”

He had stepped back this time only because Yan Qingran was so similar to his Second Brother—even her stubbornness was identical. But next time, he wouldn’t let go. If he couldn’t even have a substitute, how could he ever dream of the original?

The Aftermath

Yan Qingran reached her car. Using her left hand, she opened her emergency medical kit. She wiped the blood from her hands, disinfected the wounds, and wrapped them in bandages. She found a spare shirt in the car and swapped it for her bloodied, torn white one. Finally, she applied a scent-blocking patch to manage her still-restless pheromones.

The pain in her fingertip was the most intense. For a female Alpha in heat, the fingers become congested with blood. The fingertips, rich in nerve endings, are the primary tools for intimacy with an Omega and the sensors for an Alpha’s pleasure. Damage here heals slowly. Even during her previous heat in the school garage, she hadn’t dared to injure her fingertips, only her palms.

The ordeal had left her with significant psychological trauma; as she gripped the steering wheel, her middle finger remained slightly curled up. The large band-aid on it was neatly applied, fully covering the wound. Ironically, it was the specialized kind designed for an Omega’s gland.

Yan Qingran’s expression shifted. She felt a sudden wave of worry for Cha Yuxuan’s safety. Tomorrow, the 18th, was a workday, so Chacha likely wouldn’t leave campus. As long as she reminded her to stay inside during Mid-Autumn, things should be fine, Q University’s security was reliable.

She drove home without incident and collapsed onto the sofa. The blood loss, the battle against the drugs, and the injury to her finger had drained her. She didn’t want to move a single muscle.

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