After Clinging to a Big Shot, the Pitiful Omega Got Pregnant - Chapter 15

The hand clamped over Ji Xia’s mouth and the iron grip around his waist were unshakable. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t break free, and he could only watch helplessly as the man behind him dragged him down from the third floor.

Chen Chaofei was ecstatic. Yesterday’s reunion had only deepened his itch for Ji Xia, and to find the little Omega alone today felt like heaven-sent fortune.

He had once shrunk back at the thought of Fu Yuan, but his sickly obsession overpowered the fear. He also clung to a gambler’s luck: he would claim Ji Xia had seduced him by releasing pheromones first. He didn’t believe Fu Yuan would risk tearing things apart with his stepfather for the sake of some country-bred Omega.

He kicked open the door of a private room on the second floor and threw the struggling Omega onto the sofa.

The room was dim, lit only by faint amber strips hidden in the ceiling grooves. Standing over the sofa, Chen Chaofei leisurely undid his shirt buttons, his eyes filled with raw, filthy desire as he looked down on his prey.

The sudden impact left Ji Xia seeing stars.

Just as he recovered a little, the pungent stench of “ink” pheromones filled his nose, making him frown in discomfort. He scrambled deeper into the sofa, trying to put distance between them, forcing out a shaky warning:

“Mr. Fu will come looking for me any second now. If… if you dare touch me, Mr. Fu will never let you off!”

The Omega’s wide, fearful eyes made him look like a startled rabbit.

For a moment, Chen Chaofei found this even more thrilling than Fu Su’s icy, untouchable kind of beauty—this trembling, reactive little thing was so much more enticing.

He shrugged off his shirt and tossed it to the floor, stepping forward so that his shadow swallowed the Omega whole.

Curling his lips into a sneer, he said, “Oh, I’m so scared! Let him come! Even if Fu Yuan were standing here right now, I’d still fvck you.”

Ji Xia glared at him, lips trembling.

He forced his sluggish mind to turn, desperately thinking of a way out. His memory flashed to that night in the alley with the gangsters. His gaze darted around, searching for anything he might use.

Experience told him: no Omega could break free from an Alpha by brute force. He would have to wait for the right chance and strike once to escape. To do that, he had to keep Chen Chaofei talking.

“I’m not lying. Mr. Fu will really be here soon. You’d better rein in your filthy thoughts, or else you’ll regret it forever.”

A click echoed as a belt came undone, followed by the zip of a zipper. Chen Chaofei stepped out of his pants.

He relished this slow hunt—the creeping approach, savoring the fear etched across his victim’s face. It drove him wild with excitement.

Now stripped to just his underwear, Chen Chaofei advanced.

“You pervert, stay away from me!” Ji Xia spat.

Suddenly, Chen Chaofei lunged, seizing Ji Xia’s wrists and pinning him beneath his weight.

Ji Xia thrashed desperately, but an Omega’s strength could never match an Alpha’s. No matter how he fought, he couldn’t break free.

Then Chen Chaofei’s eyes lit with realization. Switching to one hand to hold Ji Xia’s wrists, he used the other to rip the gland patch from the back of his neck.

Pain flared across Ji Xia’s nape as the patch tore away.

Chen Chaofei’s lips brushed his ear as he whispered, “Baby, the real show starts now.”

A wave of dread shot through Ji Xia. He writhed harder, twisting his head away from the Alpha’s touch, kicking out frantically.

But quickly, his limbs grew weak. The scent of butter cookies began to seep from his skin, sweet and thick.

Chen Chaofei pressed his nose into the boy’s neck, inhaling greedily, murmuring in rapture, “Baby, you smell divine. I love it…”

His hand slid up Ji Xia’s shirt. Panic-stricken, Ji Xia abandoned all thought of timing his escape. As soon as he wrested one hand free, he snatched up the glass ashtray from the side table and smashed it down on Chen Chaofei’s head.

The Alpha reeled, dazed. Ji Xia shoved him away with all his might, scrambled off the sofa, and staggered toward the door.

But his legs were jelly. After only two steps, his knees buckled, and he nearly fell. He stumbled forward, body burning as though fire raged within him, his mind fogged and slipping into confusion.

He bit the inside of his cheek hard, using the sting to stay awake.

Just as his fingertips brushed the doorknob, the devil lunged again, yanking his hair and dragging him back, tossing him onto the sofa like a sack.

Ji Xia fought like mad, pushing against the man crushing him. Heat roiled through him, making him crave touch, but instinctive disgust and cold reason screamed in rejection.

No—he must not let Chen Chaofei succeed. Never!

Chen Chaofei yanked up his shirt, excitement peaking. Just as he was about to taste the prey he’d long craved, the door slammed open with a thunderous bang.

Several black-suited bodyguards stormed in.

Before Chen Chaofei could even react, one seized him by the throat and hurled him to the ground.

He shrieked in pain, ready to curse them, when an overwhelming force crashed over him—a suffocating wall of pheromones that pinned him flat.

His sick desires shattered into fear as his body trembled uncontrollably.

He raised his head slowly and saw the man framed in the doorway. The killing aura radiating from Fu Yuan froze him in place. One cold glance reduced him to garbage.

Fu Yuan’s gaze then shifted to the trembling figure curled on the sofa, barely conscious. His eyes turned black with fury. His voice was cold as ice:

“Cut off his hands. Strip him and throw him out.”

“Yes, sir!”

“Mr. Fu, please! I was wrong, I know I was wrong! For Jian—mmmph—”

His pleas were muffled as the guards dragged him away.

Fu Yuan strode to the sofa. “Ji Xia.”

The boy flinched at the sound, curling up tighter.

Fu Yuan bent down, but before he could touch him, Ji Xia lashed out, slapping his hand away and crying in panic:

“Go away! Don’t touch me!”

“It’s me.”

Fu Yuan caught his hand, voice low. “Don’t be afraid.”

He gathered him into his arms.

Ji Xia, foggy-headed, only remembered that Chen Chaofei mustn’t touch him. He struggled, but the familiar, calming herbal scent reached him.

Mr. Fu.

Realization softened the taut string inside him. His body burning, guided only by instinct, he wrapped his arms around Fu Yuan’s neck, pressing his flushed face into the Alpha’s shoulder. His muffled voice whimpered:

“Mr. Fu… I feel awful. So awful…”

The stench of mingling pheromones filled the room, making Fu Yuan frown deeply.

He carried Ji Xia into the adjoining suite. But when he tried to set him down, the Omega clung tighter, whimpering if Fu Yuan applied any force.

Unable to pry him off, Fu Yuan let him straddle his lap and called Chen Xi.

Chen Xi was flooring the accelerator when the phone rang. As he listened, his eyes widened. He spun the wheel sharply, and the Maserati smashed into a roadside barrier with a deafening crash.

He yelped in pain, then blurted urgently, “Boss, I just crashed—sorry, I can’t make it in time! Listen, Ji Xia’s having a pseudo-heat. He just differentiated into an Omega. If you give him a suppressant now, it could damage his glands. The best solution is for an Alpha to give him a temporary mark.”

Beep-beep-beep.

The line went dead.

Chen Xi sagged back into his seat, exhaling shakily.

Ji Xia’s earlier text with no reply had nearly given him a heart attack. Tied up with another patient, he had no choice but to call Fu Yuan. He hadn’t mentioned the bar’s true purpose, only that he was showing Ji Xia the world.

Pseudo-heat…

Anyone could guess what had happened. He was finished.

With a sigh, Chen Xi pulled out a cigarette and lit it, savoring this fleeting calm before the storm.

Fu Yuan pocketed the phone in silence, then pulled Ji Xia off him.

He patted the boy’s flushed cheek. “Ji Xia, your condition requires a temporary mark. If you refuse, push me away.”

He waited a moment, then drew him close again.

Ji Xia’s dazed mind processed little, only that being pulled away made him feel worse. He whined pitifully, “Mr. Fu… hold me… want you to hold me…”

Fu Yuan tilted his chin up, his tone grave. “I’ll give you a temporary mark. If you don’t want it, push me.”

Receiving no resistance, he bent down.

Ji Xia felt the sharp sting at his nape as the Alpha’s teeth pierced his gland. Pain lanced through him.

Though he’d once been a Beta and knew little of Omega physiology, he understood enough—that the gland was intimate, sacred, never to be touched lightly.

Yet the calming herbal scent reassured him.

He stayed still, letting warmth seep into his bl00d, flowing through his body, quenching the unbearable fire.

The sensation was indescribable—deeply, profoundly relieving.

After some time, Ji Xia felt a damp heat brushing against his gland, almost ticklish. He tried to shrink away.

Then the deep voice murmured:

“Saliva will help the bite heal faster. Don’t move.”

So Ji Xia stayed obediently still.