After Picking Up an Omega in a Dark Alley - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

It had just rained, and filthy water ran through the alley.

I scraped a piece of gum off the sole of my shoe, feeling faintly annoyed.

In the old district, inside these dark warrens of subdivided rentals where only a few streetlights still worked, bloodstained mechanical prosthetics, dead-drunk vagrants, and streetwalkers moaning their lungs out were all perfectly normal sights.

Together, they often made up the local nighttime specialty: live-action adult entertainment.

But tonight, I found myself getting irritable despite myself.

Not just because the pheromones spilling from the pitch-black alley beside me were as chaotic as a pond full of crazed toads.

But also because… those bastards were cursing way too filthily.

I stamped my foot and walked into the alley.

Sure enough, several low-grade Alpha were gathered around something I couldn’t make out, their pale, exposed bodies reflecting light like dead fish.

Fuck… what a bunch of trash.

I rapped twice on the trash can with a loud bang, bang.

“Move if you’ve got any sense. You’re blocking your grandma’s way.”

The Alpha looked up. When they saw I was alone, they burst out laughing.

“What’s a skinny bamboo pole like you playing hero for? Once us guys are done, we’ll let you-ugh!”

The one speaking flew out like a cannonball, slammed into the metal rack behind him with a deafening crash, then slid down limply and never made another sound.

Several open windows upstairs silently shut. The residents around here possessed two excellent qualities at once: hearing nothing outside their windows, and never missing a juicy piece of gossip.

I shook out my tingling wrist and silently cursed this frame of mine, a little slimmer than other A’s, for always bringing me unnecessary trouble.

The more I tried to endure it, the angrier I got. I stepped forward and made another unlucky bastard’s leg sprout a stark-white shard of bone.

Immense terror spread across the remaining A’s faces. Trembling, they backed away, abandoned their injured companions, turned, and ran.

Once peace and quiet returned, I was about to leave.

“Save me…” a hoarse voice rasped.

Something tugged at my pant leg. I lowered my head, my nose twitching, and amid the foul, clashing pheromones, I caught a faint scent of chocolate cake with a bitter edge.

Chapter 2

On that stinking street, amid the chaotic pheromones, there was suddenly a wisp of rich, sweet chocolate cake.

Strictly speaking, although I was a hardcore female A, I did have a secret little weakness for sweets.

I bent down slightly and felt hunger stir in my stomach despite myself.

On the ground lay a man in utter disarray-an Omega-who had clearly been badly abused. His body was covered in bluish-purple bruises, and his messy hair hid his face. Between the strands, I could see a pair of half-lidded eyes, rolled slightly upward.

Ah. They were green.

It was that vivid flash of green that made me decide to bend down and take this battered guy home.

I scooped the man off the ground and carried him in my arms without the slightest effort. The chocolate scent grew stronger, laced with an even more obvious bitterness. Clearly, some drug had forced him into heat.

But seeing his body stay rigid and motionless, I couldn’t help admiring this male O’s self-control.

After all, some drugs could break even battle-hardened mercenaries.

Sensing warmth, he instinctively pressed closer against my chest, and I felt rather pleased with my decision.

Compared with waking up the next morning to see a cold, mangled corpse in the alley, he looked much better lying in my bathtub.

I turned on the hot water and scrubbed him absentmindedly.

Dirty water ran between my fingers, and the hair caught in them was obedient and soft.

The man’s skin was a light brown, making me think of the tender filling inside a chocolate cake sponge.

By the time I finally washed the caked-on filth from his hair, the man had long since passed out. A drop of water clung to his long lashes, and his lips were soft, pale from blood loss.

Wait.

I suddenly stopped and studied that face carefully.

Why did he look a little familiar…

A bit like… my old nemesis from back when I still led mercenaries into battle, the bastard who was always stealing my jobs and firing at me from the shadows.