A Scarred Omega [Female Alpha, Male Omega] (ChatGPT Translated)

Chapter 3

◎"Hypocrite," he said.◎

He was probably knocked out by the heat and didn't resist at all. His subconscious actions were almost pitifully pleasing.

Finally, he sobbed and buried his head in my arms, opened his mouth and bit my shoulder without any hesitation. All the broken and scattered cries were stifled in his throat.

Although Ashu had no strength left, his teeth were sharp, and this bite was quite painful. I couldn't help but take a breath. But as a magnanimous person, of course, I wouldn't be angry with him.

...Anyway, I bit him back.

When I leaned over to his neck, he weakly resisted. He pushed my head away, fearful and scared, trying to climb out of the bathtub by holding onto my arm.

In the end, I grabbed his ankle and pulled him back, causing a loud "plop" as he fell back into the bathtub.

I don't know if I should say he's stupid or lacks common sense. An omega running away at this time is a naked contempt and provocation to an alpha.

Originally, I just wanted to scare him, but this behavior naturally made me very angry.

I couldn't take it out on myself, so I had to punish him severely. Actually, I didn't do anything too excessive. In short, I just gave him a small temporary mark.When I caught him and brought him back, he probably sensed that something was wrong. He paused with a dazed expression, then surrendered and leaned over to rub against me, his warm breath blowing onto my cheek.

Like a big dog sticking out its tongue and acting cute after making a mistake.

Although I enjoyed it, unfortunately I have a heart of stone.

The mist in the bathroom curled and rose, and after the bitter taste of dark chocolate faded away, all that was left was sweetness.

Asher was already close to exhaustion, his breathing weak, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

We had been fooling around for too long, and the water in the bathtub had completely turned cold. He lay there, collapsed, his chest rising and falling slightly, his face showing a mixture of pain and pleasure, with a few blank expressions of confusion and disgust mixed in.

He was like a corpse frozen in cold water, motionless. He only turned his eyes twice, looking sideways at the window on the wall next to him. The sky outside had already turned completely dark, and nothing could be seen except for the chaotic darkness.

So he closed his eyes again.

I pushed my messy hair behind my ears and stood up, looking down at him from above.

In addition to the red marks left just now, there were many different shaped scars on his body. Long wounds opened by sharp objects, circular scars from healed wounds, various whip marks, and belt marks, like stickers, haphazardly embedded in his honey-colored skin.The wounds were both old and new, varying in depth.

I quickly glanced at him and then kicked his shin. He groaned and looked up at me.

"Turn over," I said.

Axiu stared at me, a hint of humiliation flashing in his eyes. He hesitated to move, perhaps still feeling the effects of our earlier activities. Feeling good about myself, I patiently repeated my request.

After a long stare-down, he finally gave up his futile resistance and struggled to turn over.

He had a beautiful set of muscles. His broad back muscles stretched over his bones, with smooth and powerful lines that converged into a perfect triangle at his waist. There were several dark bruises around his hip bones.