S-Class Omega

A few notes before we begin:

1. The top has no sexual history. The bottom has lost his first kiss, but in my eyes, he still counts as pure (my favorite baby). Some details of the setting will be revealed gradually later.

2. If you want strict mutual purity where even first kisses must be intact and scent glands cannot be bitten, please stop reading here~ Let's spare each other!

Now, on with the story!

It was a derelict factory building.

Xie Lin was pinned to the floor, his chin gripped by a filthy hand.

"Call your alpha!"

The masked man leaned down, and the sour stench of swill hit him in the face.

Xie Lin's stomach churned.

For the first time, he learned that an alpha's pheromones could be this disgusting.

"Call!"

The man handed him a basic mobile phone.

Xie Lin's fingertips trembled. He hit the wrong buttons several times before finally dialing the number he knew by heart.

The seconds ticked by. The call was about to time out.

"Hello? Who is this?"

Fu Yunxi's voice was languid and casual, with melodious violin music playing in the background.

Xie Lin's teeth chattered, his voice shaking uncontrollably.

"Yunxi... please... save me..."

"Tsk."

Fu Yunxi sounded a little impatient.

"It's Yingying's birthday today. The whole family's waiting for you. Hurry back. Stop messing around."

"I'm really in trouble. I've been..."

"Do as you're told!"

Cutting off what Xie Lin had yet to say, Fu Yunxi took a deep breath.

"I can't get away right now. Come back on your own."

The swill man snatched the phone and pressed a button with his thumb.

Xie Lin froze, those words still echoing in his ears-

Can't get away!

Was he going to... die here?

Rot in this warehouse no one knew about, like a stray dog?

His life mattered less than Fu Yingying's birthday.

So, in Fu Yunxi's eyes, his plea for help was just him messing around?

The man's distorted laughter came through the voice changer.

"So this is our Film Emperor Fu's S-Class Omega?"

The swill man looked at him with a lecherous grin.

"Abandoned, just like that. Tsk, tsk. How pitiful! Why not let us boys have you, then?"

As he finished speaking, the men behind him laughed and closed in.

"None of us have ever tasted an S-Class Omega."

The man licked his lips.

"I hear they're sweet?"

Boom!

Several bursts of pheromones suddenly erupted from the men.

The assorted stenches mingled, forming foul-smelling walls that pressed down on Xie Lin from every direction.

Xie Lin's face went from white to ashen, followed by a wave of involuntary nausea.

"Urgh!"

He knelt on the floor, dry-heaving without stopping as tears spilled uncontrollably.

The swill man's brows drew together sharply. He suddenly turned and kicked the nearest man in the stomach.

"Fuck, don't you know the rules?"

The men behind him froze.

"First come, first served! Get outside and wait your fucking turn!"

They seemed deeply afraid of him. Forcing down their alpha instincts, they reluctantly backed out.

Before leaving, they even helpfully closed the door.

The swill man turned back around.

Buzzz!

A piercing ringing filled Xie Lin's ears.

Xie Lin clutched his head in pain, feeling something shatter and collapse inside his mind.

An illusory book glittering with points of light kept turning its pages before his eyes, faster and faster.

Countless images spun before his eyes like a revolving lantern, finally settling on a gravestone-

The grave of our beloved grandson, Xie Lin!

A few seconds later, Xie Lin's body went limp, and he collapsed unconscious.

"Playing dead?"

The swill man frowned deeply and reached out to shove Xie Lin.

His filthy fingers were just about to touch Xie Lin's collarbone.

Whoosh!

Those tightly shut eyes snapped open.

"Fuck!"

Startled, the swill man involuntarily took half a step back.

A second later, he spoke again with a savage grin.

"Good, you're not dead. I've got no interest in fucking corpses..."

Xie Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, his hand moving like lightning.

Smack!

A resounding slap landed.

It struck so hard that the swill man spun halfway around, then staggered another three or four steps before regaining his footing.

His mask hung crooked. Clutching his swelling cheek, he stared at Xie Lin in disbelief.

"You... you dare hit me?"

"Hah!"

Xie Lin swayed as he rose to his feet, looking down at his palm.

As though finding it dirty, he slowly wiped it on his clothes.

"I'm not just going to hit you."

He raised his head, the corner of his mouth curving upward.

"I'm going to-kill you!"

Before his words had faded, cold steel flashed!

At some point, a folding knife had appeared in his grip. It shot straight toward the swill man's face!

The swill man's pupils contracted sharply!

He had never expected an omega to dare fight back against an alpha!

He instantly drove his pheromones to their limit!

Xie Lin gave a muffled groan. His vision went white, his head aching as though it would split apart.

He forcibly endured the nausea in his stomach.

"A mere B-Class Alpha!"

Relying on his combat instincts, he locked onto the man's position as he shifted slightly in alarm. Rather than slowing, Xie Lin accelerated.

The blade sliced a gap through the pheromone barrier and sank into the swill man's abdomen.

Expressionless, Xie Lin pulled it out and stabbed again!

Three stabs in succession!

Blood spattered his face, warm, metallic, and sweet.

"Boss!"

The iron door burst open. The men waiting outside rushed in, only to freeze the instant they saw the scene inside.

The swill man clutched his stomach, blood pouring incessantly between his fingers.

His mask had already fallen to the floor, exposing an ugly face contorted by excruciating pain.

"What the fuck... are you standing around for!"

The swill man slumped on the floor, his voice trembling.

"Hurry up... pin him down."

Xie Lin tilted his head. Beads of blood slid along his taut jawline and dripped onto the floor.

A black Maybach sped along a winding mountain road.

Lu Ye loosened his tie and lowered the window a crack.

His rut was approaching.

The heat deep in his bones drew his brows into a tight knot, his knuckles white from clenching his fists.

Zhan Ying glanced in the rearview mirror.

"Sir, there are suppressants in the mini fridge!"

"Mm."

Watching his expression, Zhan Ying chose his words carefully.

"The old master has chosen the young lady from the Wu Family. S-rank. Apparently, your compatibility is as high as fifty-five percent. She... should be able to help you."

Lu Ye said nothing.

An S-Class Alpha, he was among the most gifted, his mental power strong enough to crush opponents of the same class at will.

Yet he was also extraordinarily dangerous.

Having gone so long without an omega's soothing, his mental power had become extremely unstable.

Every rut, he had to lock himself inside a specially built chamber.

Its walls were cast as thick as a bank vault's, with a titanium-alloy door and three combination locks!

Even so, whenever he emerged, the interior was still a wreck.

Frantic with worry, the Lu family's old master had sought help everywhere, searching for an omega with high compatibility.

S-Class Omegas were rare to begin with, and half already had partners. Lu Ye had no interest in the rest.

"We'll discuss it later!"

Zhan Ying immediately shut his mouth.

Once Master Lu decided something, not even the king of heaven would dare interfere!

A cool breeze drifted through the mountains. As the Maybach rounded a bend, Lu Ye's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

A barely perceptible sweetness drifted on the wind and into his nose.

Extremely faint, extremely light, like a peeled segment of a sugar mandarin.

"Zhan Ying."

"Sir?"

"Do you smell that?"

Zhan Ying sniffed blankly.

"No!"

"Slow down!"

"Yes, sir!"

As the car slowed, Lu Ye's nostrils flared. He looked toward the source of that elusive sweetness.

A turnoff ahead led toward several pitch-black buildings not far away.

"Go down and take a look!"

"Yes, sir!"

In the darkness, the Maybach slipped onto the turnoff as though invisible, quietly rolling over the gravel road.

The closer they got, the clearer the scent became!

Zhan Ying's pupils contracted sharply!

"This is-"

Orange Scent!

Like a fully ripened sweet orange, its juice almost spilling out.

Mixed into it was a trace of blood...

The instant Lu Ye pushed open the car door, Zhan Ying's eyes turned bloodshot!

"Fuck!"

He pulled out a suppressant, plunged the needle into his neck, and pushed the plunger all the way down.

He slammed his foot on the accelerator, swinging the car around to one side of the factory building.

The scent had faded considerably.

But the A-Rank Alpha's instincts were still clamoring, the beast inside his body on the verge of breaking out of its cage.

Zhan Ying gritted his teeth and gave himself another injection.

Only after two shots of suppressant did he barely manage to steady his breathing.

When he looked up, Lu Ye was already standing at the factory entrance.

That was an S-Class Omega!

If things went wrong, it could bring on Lu Ye's rut early!

He had no desire to witness an S-Class Alpha's destructive power!

"Sir!"

Before the word had faded, Lu Ye's hand rested on the door, and a cold glint sliced through the air, heading straight for his throat.

Lu Ye lifted his eyelids, reached out with two fingers, and caught it firmly!

He lowered his gaze to the man in the shadows.

Crimson blood had all but dried on that pale face, like clusters of plum blossoms, lending those porcelain-white features an almost bewitching beauty.

The orange scent that had instantly soothed his mental power was wafting from this blood-soaked omega, curling around him in wisps.

Lu Ye's Adam's apple bobbed!

His heartbeat instantly lost its rhythm!