"My Top-Tier Omega Wife Flirts With Me Every Day" - Chapter 24

Chapter 24: That tender nape… He lost it, he lost it…

A single, incredibly fine, bl00d-red thorn was suspended right at his brow, just a hair’s breadth away from piercing his head.

Some of the tiny barbs had already pricked the skin of his forehead.

Bright red bl00d dripped down his nose, then snaked into the corner of his eye. Jiang Yizhi didn’t dare to breathe, blink, or even move. He was truly tasting the flavor of death.

But at the final moment, the tail-like thorn stopped.

Xia Man wasn’t sure if his luck-based ability had played a part.

From a distance, he followed the bloody tail with his eyes. The bestial features on Ling Zhuo were slowly receding. His sharp, beast-like claws were transforming back into pale, skeletal human fingers.

His chest was still heaving violently, but his expression was no longer as savage as before. After stopping, he took a deep breath and slowly turned his head to the side, closing his eyes to regulate his emotions.

The taut muscles on the side of his neck stood out in several deep lines, which appeared startlingly white against the backdrop of the ferocious red thorns.

When he had lost control, the chaotic pheromones in Ling Zhuo’s body surged erratically, almost spilling out like a dangerous weapon. But at the last second, he suppressed them, not letting a single trace leak.

He was still mistakenly believing the rumor that the A-Association only wanted alphas. He thought he couldn’t expose his omega identity. He was thinking of his human, and he wanted to stay by his side…

Even though killing everyone there would have been too easy for him.

Ling Zhuo was very aware of his own abilities; he had known the moment he awakened.

Bl00d Thorns. As long as a living creature was bleeding, even from the most minor of wounds, he could control his power to manipulate their bl00d.

He could form thorns out of bl00d within a person’s heart, leaving them dead without an obvious cause, or he could violently tear apart their flesh, turning them into a pile of minced meat.

That’s what he had planned to do just now: kill the person who had deliberately provoked him.

But the moment he was about to act, he suddenly thought of Mota. He remembered the terrified expressions of the onlookers and worried that Mota would also be afraid of him like this. He forcefully suppressed his brutal, bestial nature.

His sharp canines had pierced his lips from clenching his jaw too hard. The slight pain helped clear his swollen mind.

After a moment of relief, Ling Zhuo relaxed his muscles and became completely calm.

The nine massive, terrifying fox-like thorn tails behind him dispersed, and the falling bl00d drops pattered down like a light rain.

Ling Zhuo instinctively recoiled from the rain, his whole body jumping. But he was too tired and dejected, so he simply lowered his head in exhaustion.

The sound of a coin dropping rang out again. Xia Man flicked his fingers, and an umbrella fell from the building behind, landing perfectly in his hand.

He walked over to the now-quiet Ling Zhuo, opened the umbrella, and prevented the bloody water from soaking him further. He then turned to Mei Jiuhe, who was not far away. “Take him back first.”

Mei Jiuhe came to his senses and quickly stepped forward to take the umbrella.

Everyone walked slowly toward the exit, their footsteps muffled by the bloody rain. Jiang Yizhi’s knees gave way, and he fell to the ground.

He stared at his own face reflected in the bloody water, and whether from surviving a near-death experience or being utterly terrified, he let out a frantic, chilling laugh. The smile, however, was immediately “splashed” away by a foot.

A pair of expensive-looking leather shoes stopped in front of him. The custom-fit suit remained immaculate, even when splattered with bl00d.

Jiang Yizhi slowly looked up. The normally smiling Captain Xia looked down at him with a serious expression.

His golden hair was partially damp and hung in strands. Without his smile, his face was condescending, carrying the inherent superiority of a higher-ranked person.

He stared at the person kneeling on the ground, then slowly crouched down. “What did you say to him just now?”

The abrupt question startled Jiang Yizhi, but he put on an innocent expression. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“You used your ability, didn’t you? The one that can transmit your voice to a specific person.”

Xia Man called him out directly but didn’t press further. He returned to his smiling demeanor and patted Jiang Yizhi’s shoulder. “I’ll be keeping a close eye on you from now on, since you’re under my command~ Go to the infirmary on your own~”

“…”

News of Ling Zhuo losing control quickly reached the President’s office. After Guang Po finished his report, Mota stood up to leave but was stopped by the President.

“Captain Mo, we had an agreement.”

The meaning of the words was unclear. Guang Po’s large eyes darted back and forth, but he didn’t understand.

His own captain didn’t say anything, only looking back at the President before turning and leaving without a word.

Guang Po immediately tried to follow, but it was his turn to be stopped by the President.

The elegant older man looked relaxed. He poured him a cup of tea and gestured for him to sit.

“Give me a detailed account of what happened just now.”

He seemed very interested in Ling Zhuo’s sudden loss of control.

Guang Po, feeling as if he were sitting on pins and needles, replied, “…Yes.”

…

The President’s office and the intern dormitories were in different buildings, separated by more than half a sports field and several tree-lined paths.

In the early evening, the reddish-orange sunlight cast fragmented light and shadow onto the paths. The light was disturbed by the person walking below, anxiously climbing from the alpha’s eyebrows to the top of his head, then flowing down his straight back to the ground.

Mota walked very fast.

The thought that the fox might be feeling terrible now caused his brow to unconsciously furrow, and a heavy, dull ache settled in his chest.

Before he left the control room, Ling Zhuo had looked fine. But just a little while later, he heard Guang Po say he had suddenly lost control and almost killed someone.

The fox wasn’t the type to kill people just because he failed the selection, Mota was certain. And Xia Man wasn’t the kind of person who would humiliate someone.

Something must have happened.

He struggled to keep his thoughts calm, but his pace only quickened. When he arrived at the dormitory building, too impatient to wait for the elevator, Mota used his ability Air Manipulation to leap to the fifth floor.

As his feet landed on the long railing, a dorm room door diagonally across from him was opened with a “shhh.”

The red-haired youth, who had changed clothes, stood at the doorway with a frosty expression. He had a backpack on one shoulder and was holding the doorknob, seemingly about to leave.

Seeing him, the pair of pale blue eyes widened in shock, as if he couldn’t believe Mota would be there. His hand froze in the act of opening the door.

Mota’s eyes quickly scanned his body, and he felt a slight sense of relief. The person wasn’t injured, but from the looks of it, he was angry and planning to leave.

“Where are you going?” he asked, jumping down from the railing.

Hearing his voice, Ling Zhuo snapped out of his daze. His wide eyes still couldn’t believe Mota had actually come for him.

He was wearing the black shirt uniform. He didn’t have his knife at his waist, but his sleeves were half-rolled up, and the collar of his shirt was half-unbuttoned, which was different from his usual meticulous appearance.

It was as if he had been in a hurry and was a little hot.

Realizing this, Ling Zhuo’s heart ached. He wanted to complain about why it took him so long to arrive, but he also wanted to rush into his arms for praise.

He wanted to tell him that someone had bullied him, but also that he controlled his temper and was a good boy. He also wanted to angrily ask why he didn’t pass, even though he got first place in the combat assessment.

In this complex mix of emotions, hurt and anger ultimately took over.

Ling Zhuo’s eyelashes fluttered, and he turned his face away. “None of your business.”

It was a defiant remark. His normally gentle and melodious voice had turned cold, blocking the soothing words Mota had prepared in his throat.

“?? None of my business?”

The alpha repeated his words, his gaze falling to the bag on Ling Zhuo’s shoulder. His brow furrowed with displeasure. “So you’re just going to leave?”

“What else?”

What was the difference between being forced to stay here and a bird trapped in a cage?

He couldn’t possibly submit.

Since he couldn’t get into the Execution Department to stay by Mota’s side, he would simply leave. Not only did he plan to leave the base directly, but he also planned to sneak into the database beforehand to find all the information about merfolk, and take it back to his brothers to see if there was any news about his eldest brother.

He couldn’t have come all this way for nothing.

As for Mota… once he saved enough money to move to Sector C, there would always be a chance to see him again.

Ling Zhuo had a plan. If he hadn’t opened the door and seen Mota, he would have already slipped away to the database.

He felt miserable. He was going to be separated from Mota again, and every extra look made the sadness worse. He decided to leave the room, turning his back on Mota to get his keys.

In Mota’s eyes, this behavior was a deliberate attempt at alienation. A fire began to burn in his heart.

The fox neither asked why he was here nor told him what he was planning. He was just so focused on leaving…

“So all those times you said you came for me were just a joke?”

With the fire raging in his head, he couldn’t help but ask. His voice sounded harsher than before.

Ling Zhuo’s hand, which was turning the key, paused. His eyes turned red with anger. “Is that what you think?”

How could he think that?!

He was the one who pushed me away again and again…

So was he in such a hurry to get here not because he was worried, but to scold me?

“…Mota is such an assh0le!”

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was true. He was so hurt he was on the verge of tears, his voice choked as he cursed softly.

Even as he cursed, his voice was so low it sounded like he was talking to himself. His lowered head exposed his creamy, delicate nape.

He wasn’t wearing a collar to hide it today, and he was turned directly away from Mota. The latter could glimpse the slightly protruding scent gland, mostly covered by the collar.

Mota had initially thought it was fine for Ling Zhuo to curse him; he was upset, so he had every right. But now, he was stirred by the slightly exposed gland. He almost instinctively swallowed, his throat instantly becoming dry.

This vulnerable spot was once again so defenselessly exposed to an alpha. Mota recalled Ling Zhuo’s past actions and now his single-minded desire to leave. The fire in his chest burned hotter. His gaze fell, a scorching lock on the tempting scent gland of this omega who was oblivious to the danger.

Ling Zhuo, who was still unaware, was hurt and angry. He couldn’t stay calm there. Afraid he would say something even more hurtful, he frantically tried to lock the door and leave. But the hand holding the key was suddenly grabbed.

The hand was large and warm, with thin calluses on the palm and long, powerful fingers that completely enveloped his own.

The grip was also very strong, making the edges of his fingers turn white, and it guided his hand to turn the doorknob again.

“…Huh?” Ling Zhuo didn’t understand his actions. He turned his head in a daze, but before he could even see the person behind him clearly, he was shoved into the room.

The push was hard, even rough. Ling Zhuo stumbled forward a few steps, his backpack was thrown to the floor, and a “thud” sounded as the door was shut behind him.