Chapter 83: The Gloomy, Obsessive Alpha Boss x Sweet, Compliant Little Omega 35
Huo Zedong calmly raised his glass to clink with Zheng Yang’s, but the hand hidden beneath the table trembled slightly.
A certain possibility was looming.
His heart pounded faster and faster, each beat slamming against his chest as if it might burst out.
He pretended not to notice what Zheng Yang was saying, and Zheng Yang, as expected, remained oblivious to his slip of the tongue.
He poured Huo Zedong another glass of wine.
Facing Zheng Yang’s relentless attempts to ply him with alcohol, Huo Zedong had a general idea of what the other man was trying to achieve. He played along, downing glass after glass.
When Zheng Yang was about seven or eight parts drunk, he suddenly slumped onto the table with a thud.
The moment he collapsed, Zheng Yang’s previously drunken tone cleared instantly. He nudged Huo Zedong’s arm. “Brother Huo?”
“Brother Huo, get up and have another drink!”
“Don’t fall asleep!”
The man sprawled on the table remained motionless.
The area had long been cleared, with no servants moving about near the living room.
Zheng Yang pulled a syringe and a medical storage vial from his pocket and placed them on a nearby stool.
There were three ways to extract pheromones directly from a human body: blood, glands, and… that other method.
He wasn’t a pervert, so he definitely couldn’t obtain pheromones through the last option.
As for drawing directly from the gland, he didn’t have the guts.
So drawing blood was still the safest option.
When he’d arrived, he’d been fuming, thinking that with Brother Huo’s physique, taking 800ml wouldn’t be a problem.
That scumbag alpha deserved to be punished!
Besides, poor Jiang Luoluo was pregnant and desperately needed Brother Huo’s pheromones.
But now that he’d seen the man in person, he couldn’t bring himself to be so ruthless.
Brother Huo looked pitiful too—his wife had run off, his child was nowhere to be found, and he was a mess of despair and depression.
He decided to draw less blood.
Huo Zedong lay face down on the table, eyes closed.
His arm was pulled taut, and a cool cotton swab wiped his elbow crease. Then the sharp needle pierced his skin.
He could feel Zheng Yang’s nervousness.
It was over quickly.
Zheng Yang pressed a cotton ball against the puncture wound, and Huo Zedong heard the clinking of vials and bottles being put away.
*Is that it?*
Huo Zedong frowned.
How much pheromone could they extract from such a small amount of blood?
Would it even be enough for his Baby?
Huo Zedong was frustrated.
He was already lying down, his gland exposed. Why hadn’t Zheng Yang just drawn directly from it? Wouldn’t that have been faster?
What was that kid thinking?
Feeling guilty, Zheng Yang quickly packed up his equipment and pressed firmly on the puncture wound to ensure the blood had clotted before calling for the servants.
“Take him back to bed,” Zheng Yang said, yawning drunkenly. Ignoring the Steward’s attempts to stop him, he resolutely left.
Extracting pheromones from blood was best done as quickly as possible. As soon as Zheng Yang left the villa, he went straight to the hospital.
Meanwhile, Huo Zedong, who should have been deeply asleep, pushed away the servant’s hand offering support. His dark eyes were clear and alert as he dialed a number.
“Investigate where Zheng Yang has been recently. Get me the answer immediately.”
Huo Zedong stood on the balcony, smoking one cigarette after another.
The number called back. He nervously slid the answer button, his heart pounding in his throat.
After receiving a location, he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, grabbed his coat, and headed to the underground garage.
By the time he arrived at the address, it was already three in the morning.
The driver parked the car downstairs, and someone waiting below handed him the keys.
Huo Zedong opened the car door and climbed the stairs of the half-new, half-old residential building, one step at a time.
The faint sound of the door opening was barely audible in the night, unlikely to arouse suspicion.
As he pushed the door open, a delicate fragrance of freesia wafted out, wrapping around him in warm, shy, lingering tendrils.
Huo Zedong paused, his eyes reddening.
He closed the door and walked inside. The living room was small but immaculately tidy.
On the coffee table lay a thick report. Huo Zedong flipped through it, finding various medical reports from the past few weeks and ultrasound images.
In the dim moonlight, the details were unclear, but he could vaguely make out a tiny figure in the enlarged ultrasound image—small arms and legs, a swollen head and belly, like a peanut lying down.
The conclusion stated that the baby was perfectly healthy.
After restoring everything to its original state, Huo Zedong continued deeper into the apartment and pushed open the bedroom door.
The bedside nightlight emitted only a faint glow, illuminating a bulge beneath the covers.
His Little Omega slept peacefully, both hands resting on the pillow, eyes closed obediently.
Just as always, as if he had never left Huo Zedong’s side.
Tears welled in Huo Zedong’s eyes. He reached out to turn off the nightlight, then wrapped his arms around the figure beneath the covers, kissing him again and again.
The Little Omega, roused from his deep slumber, turned his head to avoid the kisses. But the next moment, he obediently nestled his small head against Huo Zedong’s chest, his breath coming in even, rhythmic puffs.
Each exhale brushed against Huo Zedong’s chest through the thin fabric, sending his heart into a tremor.
Aching with both sorrow and tenderness.
Yet it felt as if he had finally been filled.
In the dim moonlight, he gazed repeatedly at the sleeping Little Omega, kissing him softly every few moments.
His movements were gentle, afraid of startling him, afraid of waking him, afraid of upsetting him if he saw him.
The Little Omega under the covers seemed uncomfortable, letting out a small whimper. His beautiful brow furrowed, and his jade-like face was etched with discomfort.
The man holding him released a touch of his pheromones, quickly soothing the Omega’s unease.
Perhaps feeling warm, the Little Omega kicked off the covers and turned away, leaving Huo Zedong with a slender back.
He seemed even thinner than before.
The handsome man measured the Little Omega’s slender waist with his palm, a look of heartache crossing his face.
The skin beneath his palm was delicate and smooth, like the finest silk.
But he was too thin.
Hugging him from behind, Huo Zedong brushed aside the hair at the back of his neck and, with his canine teeth, pierced the gland, injecting a small amount of his pheromones.
Too much wouldn’t do.
Too much would make him realize.
He was timid; it would frighten him.
Then he’d try to sneak away again.
Huo Zedong gently cradled the Little Omega in his arms. The warmth of the person in his embrace soothed his heart, and his emotions gradually stabilized.
*It’s good that I found him.*
*It’s good that he’s safe.*
In the past forty-six days, he had obsessively thought, countless times:
*Once I find him, no matter if he cries or throws a tantrum, I’ll bring him back without question, forcefully if necessary.*
*Permanent marking, followed immediately by marriage, then I’ll slowly coax him back to his old self.*
But in this moment, having finally found him, he couldn’t bear to.
His Baby had suffered so much outside. He couldn’t bear to see another tear fall, couldn’t bear to see him even slightly frown.
The person in his arms shifted again, his arms wrapping around Huo Zedong’s chest, his head burrowing into his embrace. His sleep-talking voice was soft and sweet:
“Husband…”
Huo Zedong held him close, gently kissing his forehead again and again.
The Little Omega leaned against his chest, soft and dependent, murmuring in his sleep:
“Baby’s been good…”
“Don’t get rid of him…”
Huo Zedong’s eyes stung. His large hand moved to the Little Omega’s abdomen.
His palm could clearly feel the swelling curve. In just over forty days, it had become far more pronounced than before.
Perhaps his palm was too warm, because the little baby inside seemed to sense the warmth and kicked happily against his palm.
Huo Zedong’s arms stiffened.
*This child… can already move…*
He didn’t move, and the little person inside kicked happily again.
Afraid of waking the Little Omega, Huo Zedong sat up and leaned close to the Little Omega’s belly, whispering to the baby inside.
“Can you be a little gentler? Daddy’s still sleeping, and it’ll hurt him.”
The baby under his palm arched slightly but remained still.
Huo Zedong found it miraculous. He removed his hand from the Little Omega’s belly and hugged the Omega in his arms tightly.
His own, obedient, soft Little Omega.
Time ticked by, minute after minute, as a sliver of dawn lightened the inky sky.
Daybreak was approaching.
Huo Zedong held the person in his arms, his gaze greedily lingering on the Little Omega’s face, studying him again and again.
Reluctantly, he kissed the soft cheek.
As the first rays of dawn painted the horizon, Huo Zedong tucked the Little Omega in bed.
His slender fingers gently caressed the Little Omega’s face, and he kissed his forehead.
“Baby, we’ll see each other again soon.”
As Huo Zedong opened the door, he bumped into the neighbor from across the hall, who was returning with food.
Zhou Yucheng, thinking it was Jiang Luoluo leaving, looked up with a smile, only to meet a stranger’s gaze.
This was a powerful Alpha, every movement radiating an aura of noble dignity and oppressive authority.
The Alpha merely glanced at him coldly before turning and descending the stairs.
Zhou Yucheng stood frozen for a long moment.
Had this Alpha slept in his room all night?
What was their relationship?
And who was the father of the Little Omega’s child—the Alpha or the man in the Mercedes from yesterday?
Zhou Yucheng, clutching the food he had bought for the Little Omega, paced restlessly in the stairwell.
From the moment he first saw the Little Omega, he knew someone as beautiful as him would never lack admirers.
It was all his fault for being too slow to act.
Now, one Alpha after another had appeared, and a sudden sense of urgency gripped him.
In the coffee shop.
The Omega assistant manager marked a big red X on Jiang Luoluo’s attendance sheet. “With yesterday’s leave, you’ve lost your perfect attendance bonus for this month.”
“Manager, isn’t there supposed to be two days of leave every month? I took one day off earlier, and only half a day yesterday. How could I have lost the bonus?”
“Who told you there are two days of leave every month?”
The assistant manager gave him a sidelong glance. “That’s for full-time employees. You’re just a temporary worker. Can you really compare yourself to them?”
The Little Omega frowned, about to say something, but was cut off.
“For someone like you, with no education and pregnant, you should be grateful to even have a job. Stop being so precious.”
“You act like you’re some pampered young master slumming it for a taste of real life!”
Zhou Yucheng just wanted to deliver breakfast and got front-row tickets to “Who’s Your Daddy?”
You laughed. You gasped. You cried.
Now it’s your turn—donate a Ko-fi or I’ll send Zhou another rival Alpha.
