FRGL chapter 70

Luo Hai frowned and tried to push himself up, but Eugene firmly pressed his shoulder down.

“Stay down. You can’t move yet.”

No matter what was happening, whenever they were alone, Eugene always had a way of putting on that teasing smirk that never failed to irritate Luo Hai.

But this time, his face was cold. His lips held no trace of a smile. The instant their eyes met, Luo Hai instinctively flinched back.

That difference in presence made Luo Hai furious. He stubbornly pushed himself up again. “I was shot in the leg, not the waist.”

Eugene grabbed his shoulders and shoved him back down, his voice dangerously low. “Keep messing around, and next time, I’ll make sure it’s your waist that gets injured.”

Luo Hai had had enough of Eugene’s overbearing attitude and infuriating tone.

“You shot me and dragged me off in front of thousands of people, and now I have to do whatever my kidnapper says?”

“Damn right! Why else do you think kidnappers are called kidnappers?” Eugene’s voice rose. “Is your brain full of holes? What the hell were you thinking back there? What was your plan if I hadn’t fired those two shots? The lead prosecutor of the trial, killing an Alpha instead of executing an Omega, right in front of thousands of people?”

“So what if that was my plan?” Luo Hai snapped, glaring at Eugene. “Isn’t this exactly what you wanted? You’ve always wanted me to fight back, haven’t you?”

“I wanted you to resist, not to get yourself killed!” Eugene roared, slamming his fist against the van’s interior wall so hard the nearby window rattled.

“You think playing hero is impressive? You think it’s cool to suddenly switch sides in front of thousands of people? Do you even realize that the moment you made a move, those machine guns would’ve torn you to pieces in less than a second?”

“And so what?!” Luo Hai shouted back without hesitation. “My life’s already a total wreck. Trading one life for another is worth it!”

“So you wanted me to just sit there and watch you bleed out, watch your skull shatter right in front of me, is that it?!”

Eugene’s voice cracked with the last sentence, as if his throat had been scraped raw with coarse sandpaper until it bled.

Luo Hai’s mind buzzed blankly for a moment. The scene Eugene described flashed across his consciousness in an instant.

His throat tightened, a brief wave of suffocation making him dizzy.

Silence filled the van. Neither of them spoke, only Eugene’s ragged breathing echoed in the space, as he struggled to calm himself down.

“I was right there. You knew I was right there.” Eugene’s voice was hoarse as he continued, “Why didn’t you think to talk to me first? Why didn’t you turn around to look at me? Just one glance—if you had looked at me even once before you made your move…”

“Then where were you when I needed you the most?”

Luo Hai broke.

His rational mind felt like it had been stripped from his body, watching from above as years of suppressed emotions finally burst through the cracks, spilling out like a flood breaking through a dam. The longer it flowed, the wider the breach became.

“Where were you when they slaughtered the prisoners in the Omega prison? Where were you when the city-wide Omega purges happened? Where were you when Doyle took me away?!” Luo Hai’s voice trembled with unrestrained fury and sorrow. “You always show up like some kind of hero when I’m already broken, looking down on me and telling me to fight back. But where the hell were you when I actually fought?!”

His voice cracked into sobs, words tumbling out in a tangled mess of anger and grief, without logic or restraint. “I waited for you for fifteen years! Fifteen whole years! Why didn’t you come when I still had hope? Why did you wait until now—until I was completely rotten, until I had given up on everything, until I had stopped believing in anything—before you finally decided to appear?!”

When he came to his senses, he knew he would regret saying all of this.

A distant part of his mind whispered this to him.

But right now, all he felt was the twisted satisfaction of release—the reckless pleasure of smashing everything to pieces.

Before he could react further, he was pulled into a crushing embrace.

Eugene buried his face in the crook of Luo Hai’s neck, wrapping him in an unyielding grip, as if trying to press every inch of him into his own heart.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was low, repeating over and over. “I’m sorry, Luo Hai. I’m so sorry.”

Luo Hai’s fingertips trembled.

This was clearly just his irrational outburst, his way of venting his grief recklessly onto Eugene. Yet Eugene kept apologizing over and over, as if all of this were truly his fault.

He lifted his hand, cupped Eugene’s chin, and tilted his head to kiss him.

The moment their lips met, everything spiraled out of control.

Like madmen, they desperately sought each other’s lips and tongues. Luo Hai’s lips were the first to be bitten open, but he quickly fought back, leaving a wound on the tip of Eugene’s tongue.

The taste of blood spread between them, as if they wanted nothing more than to swallow each other whole, to completely make the other their own.

Luo Hai’s back slammed against the rattling metal walls, and the gunshot wound on his calf began to throb again. But compared to the searing pain of his body rejecting Eugene’s pheromones, this was nothing.

He was beyond saving. He had become a twisted masochist, finding pleasure in any pain Eugene inflicted upon him.

Eugene barely made an effort to control the release of his pheromones—or perhaps he was simply too distracted. The entire van was filled with a suffocatingly strong scent of liquor.

Just as the two were entangled in an unrelenting kiss, a furious voice erupted from the front seat.

“Shit, Eugene Oddis! If you two are gonna screw around, can’t you at least wait until we get there?!”

Eugene barely parted his lips from Luo Hai’s for a second and gave a concise order: “Pull over. Get out.”

“The fuck—?” The driver sounded incredulous.

Eugene continued pressing a trail of kisses along Luo Hai’s ear, leaving behind a string of marks as he instructed further, “Go smoke a cigarette, grab some food. Come back in forty minutes.”

“Forty fucking minutes? What the hell am I supposed to smoke, a gas stove?!”

Luo Hai couldn’t hold back a laugh, but quickly covered it up with a dry cough.

Though the driver cursed the whole time, he still obediently pulled the van to the side of the road, killed the engine, and stepped out to smoke.

The moment he was gone, Eugene pounced like a wolf, pressing Luo Hai down by the shoulders. Luo Hai barely had time to glance outside, confirming they were on some deserted, uninhabited road, before he lost the ability to form coherent words.

“Wait—my leg—can’t you at least wait until we get there—”

“Like hell I’m waiting.”Eugene’s answer was blunt, “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited? If I wait any longer, you’ll owe me medical bills.”

“You bastard!” Luo Hai was so exasperated he actually laughed. “You shot me, and I have to pay your medical bills?!”

“So what do you want to do?” Eugene panted as he lifted his gaze. His pale eyes shimmered under the sunlight, locking onto Luo Hai’s with an unwavering intensity. He lowered his voice.

“You can shoot me too, if you want. Would that be fair?”

…

Eugene was rough in his approach, yet his actions were unbearably gentle.

This towering, powerful Alpha—who could completely dominate an Omega with pheromones alone—handled Luo Hai like something fragile, something precious.

Luo Hai wanted to tell him there was no need for such gentleness. His body was already broken beyond repair. No amount of tenderness could lessen his pain, and no amount of pain, if inflicted by Eugene Oddis, would be anything but intoxicating.

But in the end, he said nothing.

Instead, he only clung tighter to Eugene’s shoulders, pressing a trail of kisses along his ear.

Then, he leaned his ruined nape against Eugene’s lips and whispered, in the softest voice—

“Bite me.”

Eugene’s grip tightened, his eyes suddenly turning red. He looked like a beast desperately fighting against its instincts, but he didn’t last long before surrendering to Luo Hai’s temptation.

If this kept up, one day, Eugene was bound to go insane. Luo Hai thought.

The height of pleasure and the height of pain mixed together, two clashing sensations colliding in the cramped van like wild beasts trapped in a cage, tearing at each other until they were drenched in blood.

It was a long while before Eugene finally lifted his head, his breathing unsteady.

The heavy scent of pheromones filled the air, making it almost impossible for Luo Hai to breathe. His nerves, dulled by pain, refused to cooperate. Eugene propped himself up and cracked open the window. A cool breeze brushed against Luo Hai’s face, offering him some relief.

Despite everything, Eugene had been careful not to press down on his injured leg. The bandages were still clean, not a single trace of blood seeping through.

Eugene lowered his head, his fingers gently brushing over the bandages. “Does it hurt?”

Luo Hai looked up at him. “Do you want the truth?”

Eugene thought for a moment. “Tell me a lie.”

Luo Hai gave him a look. “Not at all. Getting shot in the flesh doesn’t hurt one bit. In fact, it feels amazing.”

Eugene couldn’t hold it in—he pressed his forehead against Luo Hai’s chest and muffled his laughter for a long time before finally wrapping his arms around him in an embrace.

The blond Alpha suddenly fell silent, holding him without moving an inch.

The cold wind from the window gradually dispersed the heavy pheromone-filled air, taking with it the lingering heat of their moment. Luo Hai lowered his gaze to Eugene, but all he could see was the golden crown of his head.

Eugene said nothing, yet Luo Hai could feel the complex and overwhelming emotions radiating from him.

“It’s not actually that painful,” Luo Hai murmured, reaching out to run his fingers through Eugene’s hair. “If I had to get shot, I’d rather it be by you.”