After Picking Up an Omega in a Dark Alley - Chapter 3

Chapter 5

Damn it!

I’d vaguely heard people say the military had developed a drug specifically designed to make an Omega release massive amounts of pheromones. The idea was to dose an O, throw them into an enemy camp, and drastically cut down the A’s combat power-maybe even trigger a full-on barracks riot.

I never imagined a pheromone bomb like that would show up in a bustling residential district.

Fighting down the agitation surging through my body, I shot up like a rabbit and rushed to shut the windows of my crappy little house.

I’m the kind of person who likes to keep things simple, so I usually live on the floor above my repair shop. A street-facing building like this doesn’t offer much privacy. At noon, I can often smell the upstairs neighbor stewing beef brisket and the downstairs unit stir-frying shredded potatoes in hot oil.

But right now, upstairs or downstairs, they were all about to come stir-fry an Omega!

I locked the door with an iron chain, yanked out a roll of tape, and rapidly sealed the window cracks several layers over. I had to keep this crazed giant chocolate cake trapped inside the room as much as possible.

The moment I locked the door, the sinister nature of the drug in his body finally hit me.

If I hadn’t shown up, then what had been thrown into a densely populated, mixed-crowd, lawless alley would have been an Omega who had suddenly plunged into a deep heat.

Every A within a two-kilometer radius would have followed the scent and fucked him until he was nothing but ruined meat.

Bang, bang, bang!

Someone pounded on the front door. An A, mind clouded by pheromones, was ramming it.

“Get lost!”

I was beyond irritable. With a low snarl, I released my pheromones toward the door.

The few A outside snapped back to their senses from sheer fright. Muttering things like, “Already claimed and still playing this hard?” they cursed under their breath and left.

Bad. My brain was bubbling like a pot about to boil over.

My canines itched. I desperately wanted to sink them into something soft and lush.

I looked through the wall toward the person in the room and wondered if I’d somehow cultivated X-ray vision. Otherwise, why was the image of him lying drenched on the bed appearing so clearly before my eyes?

It was like a mark had been stamped onto my retina.

But if I was saving him, I had to see it through. His wounds still needed treatment. Gritting my teeth, I dug out an inhibitor and injected it into myself.

The person on the bed was as supple as a python.

“Mark me…”

The Omega mumbled the words. The syrupy end of his voice was pressed down at the root of his tongue, revealing only the faintest sweetness of something left unsaid.

“Mark… temporary…”

He grabbed the hand I was using to apply medicine. In the depths of his delirium, he struggled to find one tiny, precious thread of clarity.

“Chen Si… ngh!”

I bit down on the gland at the back of his neck.

“Mm…”

The pheromones belonging to an A diffused through the room.

The man in my arms trembled lightly, like a gazelle with its throat caught in a cheetah’s jaws.

…

I slept an extremely satisfying sleep.

In my dream, I was wrapped in a huge piece of chocolate cake, warm, soft, springy, and full of childlike delight.

Hehe.

I sighed comfortably, stretched, and reached out to pull the person beside me into my arms.

Cold emptiness.

My eyes flew open. Tiny motes of dust drifted in random Brownian motion through sunlight made visible by the Tyndall effect.

Shit. He ran?

Not hehe.

At least he hadn’t left two bills on the nightstand again.