After Being Bitten By Top-Tier O, Flop A Went Viral - Chapter 2

2: Don’t Be Afraid, Good Child

The alpha was caught off guard by Qin Que’s punch. With a muffled groan, he fell backward onto the floor. Perhaps out of guilt, he scrambled up and bolted toward the elevator without even daring to glance back at Qin Que.

“Stop!” Qin Que was about to chase after him when an overpowering aroma of wine suddenly flooded her senses. Unlike the cloying, nauseating scent from the man earlier, this wine fragrance was refreshing, with a hint of tartness. For a moment, her nose, lips, and teeth were filled with the crisp, grape-like aroma, and she couldn’t help but take a deep, involuntary breath.

Then, she nearly collapsed from the overwhelming aftereffect.

As the fruity notes faded, the alcoholic intensity surged, like swallowing a mouthful of strong liquor that only burned when it hit the stomach.

This was practically fraud.

Dizzy, Qin Que clutched the back of her neck, where her gland was faintly heating up. Powerless, she watched the man dash into the elevator before shifting her gaze to the slightly ajar hotel room door he had left behind.

A sliver of dim golden light spilled from the gap, and the rich scent of wine poured out relentlessly.

Only then did Qin Que fully realize—this was an omega’s pheromones. And without a doubt, the person inside was in heat.

Her delayed reaction was due to her condition: people with Degeneration Syndrome were highly insensitive to pheromones. Qin Que had once carried a fellow actor in heat to the hospital without being affected, even though the other person had been hospitalized for a week with a high fever.

Just how severe must the omega inside be for even her to react?

Qin Que gripped the door handle, intending to close it first.

After all, she was an alpha. The best course of action now was to notify the hotel and have them send a beta doctor to handle the situation.

But…

Just as the latch was about to click into place, Qin Que froze.

The young alpha furrowed her brow, a shadow flickering in her dark eyes.

Whoever was inside was likely someone from the entertainment industry. If word got out that an omega had been drugged and gone into heat in a hotel, the slanderous rumors and malicious gossip that would follow—Qin Que had seen it all before.

That might be the worst outcome of all.

No, her reaction wasn’t that strong. She could stay lucid. Maybe… maybe she could first ask the omega for their opinion. If a single suppressant could resolve the issue, there’d be no need to escalate things. They could quietly investigate the culprit afterward.

Qin Que gently knocked on the door. “Hello, do you need help?”

No response.

Had they passed out?

After a brief hesitation, Qin Que covered her nose and mouth with a handkerchief from her pocket and pushed the door open.

The door led directly to the suite’s spacious, luxurious living room. The main ceiling light wasn’t on—only a dim nightlight cast a hazy glow.

The exquisite, gilded white furniture shimmered ambiguously under the light.

A woman in a silver sequined gown sat upright at the desk, one hand supporting her forehead, her slender fingers threading through an updo adorned with pearl hairpins. The skin of her exposed shoulders and neck was as pale as jade.

The woman’s head was bowed, so Qin Que couldn’t see her face clearly. She didn’t react to Qin Que’s arrival either—only the diamond earring by her ear trembled slightly with each breath, proving she was still conscious.

“Hello, um… the bad guy’s been driven off. Do you want me to call a doctor?”

The closer she got to the woman, the stronger the wine scent became. The handkerchief did little to block it. Afraid she might collapse from intoxication, Qin Que stayed two meters away, pressing firmly on the isolation patch at the back of her neck to ensure her own pheromones wouldn’t leak out and further harm the omega.

At her words, the motionless omega finally reacted, slowly lifting her head.

It was a face even more intoxicating than her pheromones.

Likely due to mixed heritage, the woman’s bone structure was striking—deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and an indigo-blue gaze rarely seen, now obscured by the shadows of her lashes as she scrutinized Qin Que.

Her beauty was aggressive, stirring unease and even shame in anyone who met her eyes.

Yet she was so breathtakingly gorgeous that even sensing danger, people couldn’t help but want to draw closer.

Passionate, coldly alluring, seductive—countless contradictory words suited her seamlessly.

Qin Que’s mind flashed back to a late-night dorm chat during college.

The topic? Ideal types.

Out of six roommates, five had given the exact same answer—everyone except Qin Que.

“Y-Yan… Yan Qing?!”

Her brain short-circuited from processing such an extreme situation. The only thought she could muster was—That bastard had some nerve!

Yan Qing—wealthy, award-winning actress, with more accolades than Qin Que had minor roles. Eight years ago, her debut film Homesick had taken the world by storm, sweeping nearly every major film award that year. Since then, she’d been unstoppable, releasing hit after hit, and was now a globally renowned A-list star.

When Homesick premiered, Qin Que had been a high school sophomore. Her English teacher had played the foreign-language version for the class. Back then, young Qin Que couldn’t fully grasp the profound, complex emotions of the film, but that didn’t stop her from remembering those melancholic, beautiful eyes.

During her college years, Yan Qing had been on a hot streak, releasing critically acclaimed films one after another. Qin Que had watched each multiple times, even keeping a notebook dedicated to her reflections.

Back then, her family couldn’t understand why their usually low-key daughter had agreed to a scout’s invitation to enter the entertainment industry.

She knew why but was too embarrassed to say—whenever she watched Yan Qing’s films, the dull, vague emotions buried in her heart would ignite alongside the characters’ passions, vivid and bright.

Like dry grass set ablaze by fire.

She loved that feeling—so much that she wanted to become the fire herself.

To Qin Que, Yan Qing was half idol, half guiding light. She had always respected her as a mentor, even if her respect meant nothing to Yan Qing.

And now, someone had dared to target Yan Qing with such vile intentions.

That punch earlier had been far too light.

Qin Que clenched her fists, guilt gnawing at her.

“Heh, so you really aren’t with them.” Yan Qing, who had been silently observing her, finally spoke. The woman relaxed slightly, tension leaving her body as she propped her chin on one hand and smiled at Qin Que. “Do I have you to thank for rescuing me, my hero?”

Her voice was low and husky, magnetic. Perhaps from resisting her heat, her eyes—now free from the shadows—glistened with unshed moisture. Qin Que’s ears burned as she averted her gaze from the woman’s captivating smile, stammering, “Y-You’re too kind! Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Hmm… The aftermath will be messy, but I suppose we’ll have to call a doctor now. Thanks to some unpleasant individuals, I ingested something I shouldn’t have. Suppressants aren’t working.” Once assured of Qin Que’s harmlessness, Yan Qing relaxed entirely, like a cat retracting its claws as she slumped lazily in the chair. Without hesitation, she extended an arm to show Qin Que.

Several fresh, crimson needle marks dotted the pale skin of her inner forearm.

Injectable suppressants were the fastest and strongest type. If multiple doses had no effect, a doctor’s intervention was likely the only solution.

Was this really the only way?

Qin Que frowned. She didn’t want Yan Qing—an innocent victim—dragged into a media frenzy.

Reverse marking.

The term flashed through her mind.

Due to her Degeneration Syndrome, Qin Que knew far more about pheromones than the average person. Her therapist, Dr. Wang, had once mentioned that some alphas with weak pheromones would allow omegas in heat to reverse-mark them to provide relief.

Even a mediocre alpha’s pheromones were more effective than suppressants.

Reverse-marked alphas also didn’t develop dependencies as easily as omegas, who often needed physical comfort to cope.

The only issue was that she’d have to carry Yan Qing’s pheromones for a while…

That’s manageable.

When Qin Que didn’t move, Yan Qing raised an eyebrow. “Something else?”

Not daring to look at the woman’s face, Qin Que mustered her courage and stepped forward. “Actually, there’s another solution.”

Yan Qing studied the increasingly flushed alpha before her, wondering how to politely tell her to leave if she suggested sleeping together.

The young alpha was clearly affected by her pheromones, the corners of her upturned eyes tinged pink, yet her words remained gentle and restrained. “Um, if you need pheromones… you can bite me.”

Qin Que couldn’t bring herself to say “mark me.” Offering her neck to a stranger felt… shameful.

Even as the heat tormented her, Yan Qing was momentarily stunned.

Bite. Alpha. She knew both words but had never expected them to combine like this.

To most alphas, being marked was synonymous with losing dignity.

Though Yan Qing had little patience for such “dignity,” offering oneself up to be bitten to save someone else was beyond selfless.

She even began to suspect if this alpha was part of another elaborate scam…

Her wary gaze met clear black eyes. The alpha was earnestly counting on her fingers, weighing the pros and cons for her. “In your current state, leaving would cause a scene. We need to end your heat first. Once you stop emitting pheromones, we should be able to slip out unnoticed.”

The girl was entirely focused on Yan Qing’s well-being, never once considering whether being bitten by a stranger was a loss for herself.

Yan Qing was once again certain—this was genuinely just a kind-hearted do-gooder. And for the first time, she truly saw Qin Que.

The alpha had a gentle, obedient face, more delicate and pretty than many omegas. Her deep black eyes stared unblinkingly, reminding Yan Qing of the German shepherd her friend Xu Li owned—the one that loved flopping on the ground and nuzzling ankles.

Just then, she caught a faint whiff of milky pheromones from the woman.

The scent was sweet, like the sugary milk she’d loved as a child, utterly non-threatening. Yet as it filled her lungs, it stoked the already unbearable heat into something fiercer.

I want more.

Yan Qing rarely denied herself anything. And this alpha was one of the rare few who didn’t provoke even a hint of aversion.

In fact, she’d given Yan Qing quite a few pleasant surprises.

On this miserable night of betrayal, to encounter such a kind, adorable soul…

Was this a gift from the heavens?

Yan Qing accepted it gladly.

She pointed to another chair. “Then thank you. Can you sit here? I don’t have the strength to stand.”

“O-Okay.”

The alpha pulled over the chair and sat stiffly a short distance away, removing her suit jacket to reveal the back of her neck—where a cartoon panda-shaped isolation patch was plastered.

Yan Qing: “…”

Even in such dire circumstances, she couldn’t help but laugh.

The woman’s low chuckle brushed against her ear, warm breath grazing the nape of her neck. Qin Que tensed, fighting the instinct to flee, but her heartbeat spiraled out of control.

Rip—

A sharp pain flared at her gland. Qin Que shuddered as her own pheromones flooded the air—only to be instantly drowned out by the far stronger wine scent.

She gripped the clothes on her knees, swallowing hard.

A pair of warm, soft yet firm arms wrapped around her neck from behind.

Her back sank into an even warmer, softer embrace. The wine-like pheromones, now almost tangible, rushed into her nostrils, clouding her mind. Her hands clenched so tightly they nearly tore the fabric.

Alpha instincts urged her to act, but human reason and past shadows held her firmly in place.

Then came the words that spelled her salvation.

“Don’t be afraid, good child.”

A slight sting at her neck, followed by damp heat and gentle suction.

A nimble tongue traced her skin, setting off fireworks behind her eyelids.

The wine scent poured into her gland, flooding her senses. Qin Que felt as if her head had been dunked into a vat of liquor.

She struggled uncontrollably, but the scorching body behind her coiled around her like vines.

Before losing consciousness, two thoughts lingered in her mind:

1. Yan Qing’s voice was incredible.
2. Did she just lick me before pulling away?