After Accidentally Marking My Stepsister's White Moonlight (GL, ABO) - Chapter 4

Unconscious murmurs escaped her lips as Ye Wenjin tightened her embrace, the force behind it almost as if she feared the other might flee.

She instinctively sought the source of her comfort, her nose lightly sniffing, as if trying to inhale every trace of that soothing fragrance to ease the burning sting in her nerves.

And so, she remained completely unaware of just how excessive her actions were—how the distance between them grew ever smaller, how her lips nearly brushed against the other’s neck.

The person in her arms stiffened almost imperceptibly, but soon relaxed again, allowing Ye Wenjin to draw closer.

Though the cool fragrance had already begun to ease the feverish heat in her body, Ye Wenjin’s mind was nearly shattered by the overwhelming force of her differentiation and the lingering effects of the drug. All she knew was that holding this person brought her comfort.

Even if she didn’t know who this was, it didn’t stop her from locking the other firmly in her embrace.

An Alpha’s nature drove them to instinctively pursue the Omega most compatible with them—and without a doubt, Ye Wenjin had just encountered hers the moment she differentiated.

A combination of factors left her utterly unwilling to let go. Fortunately, the hallway was empty—had even a trace of another Alpha’s pheromones lingered in the air, Ye Wenjin would have reacted violently.

But even if no one else was here, this still wasn’t the right place.

Cool, thoughtful eyes swept their surroundings, and when Jian Mo spotted the surveillance camera, her expression darkened slightly. Knowing this wasn’t safe, she wanted to take Ye Wenjin away.

But before she could move, Ye Wenjin suddenly leaned in, her dazed eyes fixed unblinkingly on her.

Jian Mo’s breath hitched, a flicker of tension stirring in her chest.

Yet Ye Wenjin wasn’t lucid. Her gaze traced over the other’s face inch by inch, but her thoughts were too muddled to truly recognize her—only that she seemed familiar.

The waist she held was slender to the point of seeming fragile, as if the slightest pressure might snap it. Ye Wenjin lowered her head, inhaling deeply—the scent of cold plum blossoms was everywhere, but the closer she got to bare skin, the richer it became. So she lifted a hand, intending to push aside the obstructive fabric.

But the moment her fingertips barely grazed the other’s skin, they were caught. Ye Wenjin frowned slightly, her damp eyes pleading, urgency burning in their depths.

“Mmm… don’t rush.”

Jian Mo wasn’t as composed as she appeared. Even if she was affected too, this wasn’t the place.

Meeting Ye Wenjin’s desperate gaze, she chuckled softly. “Not here. Come back to my room with me. I’ll give you whatever you want, alright, A-Jin?”

Her voice was gentle, yet laced with temptation.

Ye Wenjin didn’t even think of refusing, docile and restrained as she let the other lead her into the room.

But the moment the door closed, all restraint vanished.

In the enclosed space, their pheromones ran wild, quickly saturating every corner.

The icy chill of winter plum intertwined with the dizzying fragrance of rosemary, like sudden sunlight piercing through winter’s grasp, warming the heart.

Ye Wenjin didn’t notice how, the moment her pheromones were unleashed, they clawed and surged through the air, domineeringly marking every inch of the room with her scent.

And the epicenter of it all was the woman before her—the one who carried the fragrance of frost-kissed plum blossoms.

Due to the feverish heat brought on by her secondary differentiation and the spiked drink she had just consumed, Ye Wenjin was in a daze, completely unaware of how inappropriate her actions were.

Her pheromones surged, enveloping the woman before her, their tendrils cautiously yet insistently brushing against the proud winter plum blossoms standing tall on the branches. Soon, mere contact was no longer enough for her, and each cold plum became entwined with the intoxicating scent of rosemary.

The entwined winter plums slowly unfurled their buds, their crisp fragrance growing richer as the rosemary melded seamlessly within.

Being embraced and accepted only heightened Ye Wenjin’s excitement. Perhaps the woman’s indulgence made her bolder, for she unhesitatingly wrapped her pheromones around her, layer upon layer, binding her tightly.

Only when the woman was thoroughly saturated with her scent did Ye Wenjin finally feel satisfied.

Yet the heat in her body had only been slightly alleviated—an even fiercer warmth spread from within, seeping through her entire being.

Ye Wenjin’s brows knitted tightly in discomfort, her thoughts muddled. Suddenly, as if struck by inspiration, she lifted her gaze to the woman, eyes pleading.

She must know how to help me.

Once the thought took hold, Ye Wenjin clung to it like a lifeline, staring at her with desperate hope. “Help me…”

She voiced her plea with raw honesty.

Jian Mo, wrapped head to toe in Ye Wenjin’s pheromones, was far from unaffected. Yet at the sound of her plea, the corner of her lips curled slightly. “How would you like me to help you?”

Ye Wenjin didn’t know. Her mind was mush, incapable of coherent thought. She only knew, by instinct, that this woman could ease her torment—but how, she had no idea.

Her distress deepened, the heat flushing the corners of her eyes a delicate pink, making her look unbearably pitiful.

Watching her flounder helplessly in the throes of desire, Jian Mo reached out, fingertips grazing the flushed skin beneath her eyes, and sighed softly.

“A-Jin, kiss me.”

The command was firm, yet Ye Wenjin obeyed as if enchanted, leaning forward slowly until their lips met—only to freeze in confusion.

“You don’t even know how to kiss?”

Jian Mo’s voice was cool and melodic, but now it carried an inexplicable allure.

Ye Wenjin lowered her eyes, shamefaced. “I… I’m sorry—”

Jian Mo cut her off, tilting her chin up before closing the distance herself.

The fragrance of winter plums grew richer, entwining with rosemary until the air was thick with their mingled scents, indistinguishable from one another.

Ye Wenjin felt as though she were blanketed in plum blossoms, the potent pheromones flooding her senses until she could no longer tell whose scent was whose.

Outside, the rain had grown heavier without notice, pelting against the windows in a relentless rhythm, the wind rustling through the trees.

It was the perfect weather for slumber—yet the storm beyond the walls held no sway here, the cold a distant irrelevance.

The temperature climbed steadily, Ye Wenjin’s feverish restlessness mounting until, at last, she could hold back no longer. Pinning the woman beneath her, she gazed down with the intensity of a predator, her eyes tracing every inch of her face before she bent low, inhaling deeply the intoxicating scent of cold plum.

The fragrance coiled into her lungs, driving her to seek its source—stronger, richer.

Soon, she found it. The sweetest, most potent scent emanated from the woman’s nape.

She tentatively moved closer, her nose twitching slightly, but her expression remained hesitant.

Even in her dazed state, Ye Wenjin still felt this was wrong—that place was too important for a woman, she couldn’t bite it.

Yet the scorching heat devoured her willpower. Despite the soothing fragrance of winter plum, it was never enough to suppress the overwhelming urge.

Jian Mo quickly realized something was amiss. Under the influence of the drugs, Ye Wenjin’s secondary differentiation had become even more volatile. Mere comfort like this was only a superficial relief. Her eyes cooled briefly, but soon, Ye Wenjin’s movements drew soft gasps from her. She didn’t stop her—instead, she encouraged it.

Their clothes soon scattered across the floor in their entanglement, leaving them bare before each other.

By the faint light, Ye Wenjin gazed obsessively at the woman beneath her.

Her figure was exquisite—curves in all the right places, a slender waist, and long legs. Her skin was like fine jade, smooth and flawless to the touch. Ye Wenjin stared in fascination, unable to resist pressing kisses against it.

The room burned with heat, sparks seeming to fly between their locked gazes.

Pheromones could reveal much—for instance, Ye Wenjin could tell from the other’s scent whether she was comfortable or not.

Unconsciously, Ye Wenjin began to grow more dominant.

In the past, to avoid trouble for Ye Shuyao, she had always chosen to yield. No matter how Yin Feifei provoked her, she never cared.

All because Ye Shuyao had brainwashed her with endless complaints…

Even though she had married Yin Yu, they were still living under someone else’s roof. Only by being cautious could they live well.

More importantly, Ye Shuyao had already been permanently marked by Yin Yu. Removing the mark wouldn’t just cause severe physical harm—there was also a fifty percent risk of lifelong depression.

So Ye Wenjin had kept retreating, because she always remembered that when she was little, Ye Shuyao had once been a good mother. She clung to that memory, willing to do anything Ye Shuyao asked.

If she said not to clash with Yin Feifei, she endured. If she said to respect Yin Yu and never defy her, she treated Yin Yu only as an aunt, pretending she and her mother were merely hired help in the Yin household. So even without the freedom to come and go as she pleased, it didn’t matter.

After all, this wasn’t her home.

For ten years, Ye Wenjin had obediently played the role of an invisible person in the Yin family, thinking only of becoming independent after graduation so she could leave all this behind.

Who would have thought she’d watch Ye Shuyao grow more and more unfamiliar, until now, when she and Yin Yu were forcing her to replace Yin Feifei in marrying into the Lin family?

All because she was a Beta, while Yin Feifei was an Alpha—and not a low-ranking one at that. Marrying Lin’s daughter, a mere Beta, would be a waste. Even if Yin Feifei had to marry for alliance, she should at least pick a suitable Omega—that would be a real asset to the Yin family.

But in the end, Yin Feifei would never marry the Lin family’s daughter.

And Yin Yu was the epitome of self-interest. Even though she knew the Lin family was inferior and looked down on their daughter, she also knew the alliance would bring benefits.

She wasn’t willing to give up those benefits, so she never once considered breaking off the engagement.

Thus, Ye Wenjin was dragged out to serve as a tool for the marriage alliance.

Perhaps it was the weight of years of suppression, but under the influence of secondary differentiation and the drugs, Ye Wenjin was nothing like her usual self.

Jian Mo gazed at her features, sensing her movements, and instead of resisting, she gently and obediently yielded to her.

But Ye Wenjin was inexperienced and didn’t quite know what to do. The moment she heard Jian Mo whimper in pain, she would freeze abruptly, staring at her helplessly, unsure how to proceed.

Whenever this happened, Jian Mo would always guide her.

It all felt like a dream to Ye Wenjin. She was intoxicated, being taught by this woman, watching as her eyes reddened at the edges from her actions, glistening with moisture as if brimming with endless affection.

As if bewitched, Ye Wenjin kissed her deeply.

Tonight, the winter plum bloomed again and again, while the rosemary asserted its presence forcefully within it, especially around the scent gland at the nape of the neck—the small protrusion nearly steeped in the fragrance of rosemary.

Jian Mo offered herself willingly. She had considered that Ye Wenjin, in her dazed state, might permanently mark her, but she didn’t regret it.

Yet it didn’t happen. Ye Wenjin bit down on the gland, hesitated for a long moment, and only left a temporary mark.

In her surprise, Jian Mo heard Ye Wenjin murmur indistinctly, “I can’t,” before pressing gentle, fleeting kisses to her scent gland.

Jian Mo gazed at her deeply for a long while before slowly closing her eyes.

The room remained steeped in lingering passion until late into the night before gradually quieting, but the scent of rosemary never faded, clinging stubbornly to Jian Mo’s skin.

By the next morning, Ye Wenjin was roused by her internal clock. The moment she opened her eyes, she was still dazed, but after a few seconds, fragments of memories flashed through her mind. At the same time, she caught the overwhelming fragrance filling the room.

Scent?

But she was a Beta—how could she…?

Ye Wenjin suddenly sat up, eyes wide.

Had she… differentiated? A secondary differentiation into an Alpha?!

The thought struck her like lightning, leaving her speechless with shock. It took her a while to realize—something was off about her surroundings!

She jolted fully awake, immediately noticing the disarray in the room.

Clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor, and the woman lying beside her—everything screamed of what had transpired the night before.

And when she mustered the courage to take in the woman’s face, Ye Wenjin felt as if the sky had collapsed.

Wasn’t this the woman who had taken her seat under the spotlight last night?! And wasn’t she also her stepsister’s unattainable white moonlight?! She seemed to be called Jian Mo…

Judging by the looks people had given her at the banquet, this Jian Mo was no ordinary figure. And Ye Wenjin—just an average college student—what right did she have to share a one-night stand with someone so formidable?

Ye Wenjin swallowed hard, her first instinct to flee. This was far beyond anything she could handle.

If Jian Mo woke up and demanded answers…

The thought crossed her mind, and suddenly, Ye Wenjin froze.

If Jian Mo really came after her, why should she run? Even if she was the culprit, she could easily pin everything on the Yin family.

Ye Wenjin had to admit—in that moment, the dark emotions she had suppressed for so long surged forth, overwhelming her rationality.

And it was precisely because of these twisted thoughts that she didn’t leave immediately.

Ye Wenjin’s gaze turned vacant. No one could guess what she was thinking—only she knew just how dark her heart had become in that instant.

The dark thoughts grew wildly like weeds, filling every corner of her mind. By the time Ye Wenjin finally managed to rein in her emotions and calm down, she still wanted to leave. But before she could move, she suddenly sensed an intense gaze coming from beside her.

Jian Mo was awake.