Intoxicated by Her Pheromones - Chapter 8
“And… who said omegas are weak?” The woman spoke, her smile twisting into something darker as her gaze fell upon the alpha tied up behind her, her eyes filled with utter disdain.
The alpha’s face was bruised, bound tightly by Su Shu, unable to move a muscle. With something stuffed in his mouth, he could only nod desperately, on the verge of tears after hearing the omega’s words.
Inwardly, he cursed endlessly.
Indeed, not all omegas were weak.
Take the one before him, for example—she had knocked him flat the moment she walked in.
He wondered whose omega she was, to be so fierce.
But then again, her alpha probably didn’t have an easy life either.
With an omega like that, peaceful days were nothing but a pipe dream!
……
Song Qing was in a foul mood. Lately, nothing seemed to go right for her, so she had drowned her sorrows in alcohol. The more she drank, the less control she had over herself.
He Sheng had just finished work and was free for the evening, so when Song Qing suggested drinking until they dropped, she naturally went along with it.
Before long, the two of them were downing glass after glass, venting their frustrations between drinks, until they both collapsed in a drunken heap.
The omega watching from the surveillance screen smirked and stood up to leave.
Song Qing lay slumped over the table, the scent of jasmine tea mixed heavily with alcohol clinging to her. When the omega gently pushed the door open, the lingering mark on the back of her neck burned at the smell, her face flushing involuntarily.
Her gaze fell upon the defenseless figure of her beloved, and the dark thoughts she had been suppressing rose to the surface once more.
Whispers of temptation echoed in her ears, urging her to take advantage of the situation and claim her.
But Su Shu was still rational. The moment these thoughts surfaced, she forced herself to regain control.
Because more than anything, she wanted the alpha to willingly step into the cage she had woven with her twisted love and possessiveness.
Wouldn’t that be far more interesting?
So, she wasn’t in a hurry. And she was certain the alpha would come around eventually.
But for now… she wasn’t about to let her off so easily.
A disobedient alpha needed to be taught a lesson, didn’t she?
A shadow flickered in her eyes as the omega reached out toward the alpha.
As if sensing something, the sleeping alpha twitched her fingers.
Su Shu paused, watching her closely. When she showed no signs of waking, she leaned in closer.
The familiar scent invaded her senses.
The heavily intoxicated alpha frowned, mistaking the fragrance for the remnants of a dream—those days spent with the omega. Irritation seeped into her voice as she slurred,
“Ungrateful omega… You think I want to touch you? Do you even know who I am? Who you belong to? I’m doing you a favor by laying a finger on you, and you dare refuse me… Hah! Don’t let me catch you again, or next time, I’ll make sure you can’t even leave the bed! I’ll show you just how powerful Song Qing is!”
The pheromones on her body grew restless due to their owner’s emotional fluctuations.
The omega couldn’t help but find it amusing. In the next second, she took the alpha’s hand, pulled her up, and supported her with her slender frame as they walked out.
The drunk alpha didn’t realize who she was following, mistaking her companion for a friend.
So, along the way, she kept spouting nonsense.
The omega listened quietly, a smile lingering on her lips, but from the moment the alpha declared she’d “wreck” her, a change of plans had already taken root in her heart.
Because she was genuinely looking forward to seeing how the alpha would react when they met again.
And besides…
It was time to move to the next step.
As the saying goes, a slap followed by a sweet date.
Plus, after starving the alpha for days, it was only right to give her a little taste of sweetness now.
Otherwise, if she didn’t offer something soon, she might not be able to coax the alpha away later.
With a faint smile, the omega led the alpha out of the bar.
The driver waiting outside saw Su Shu approaching, carrying a full-grown person on her back, and immediately stepped forward to help.
But Su Shu raised a hand to stop him, so he could only open the car door for her. Then he watched as Su Shu gently placed Song Qing inside.
Her strength was formidable—carrying the alpha all that way hadn’t even disrupted her breathing.
Song Qing was deeply intoxicated, so even after being placed in the car, she showed no signs of waking. In her daze, she even thought she was already home. Feeling the heat, she immediately pulled off her sweatshirt.
Su Shu got in from the other side. When she opened the door and saw the alpha stripped down to her undergarments, her gaze darkened instantly.
The driver beside them gulped nervously, only to feel Su Shu’s glare.
He quickly averted his eyes and scrambled back to his seat.
Not only that, but he also lowered the partition, ensuring he wouldn’t see anything he shouldn’t.
…
The alpha remained oblivious to her own actions, only relieved that she finally felt cooler.
After removing her clothes, she sprawled across the seat, her fair skin stark against the black upholstery. And with her most alluring assets on full display, Su Shu’s gaze instinctively fell on the rise and fall of Song Qing’s chest.
Her breathing grew heavy.
Song Qing had an incredible figure—especially in areas that accentuated her femininity, surpassing even many female omegas.
As Su Shu stared, memories of those nights flooded back—Song Qing bare against her, pressing close. The heat within her intensified.
Leaning in, she brushed the stray hairs from Song Qing’s face, her fingers lingering on the alpha’s skin. The intensity of her affection was like dark smoke, enveloping Song Qing completely.
The sleeping alpha, tickled by the touch, frowned in discomfort and instinctively grabbed the omega’s hand, forcing her eyes open.
Su Shu watched as Song Qing stared straight at her.
Her heart tightened involuntarily, and the next second, she was dragged into the car by the alpha and pinned beneath him.
His movements were swift. The driver, sitting in the front, froze as he felt the car shake violently twice.
Then, he heard his boss’s voice, low and hoarse, command,
“Drive.”
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