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

Chapter 13

◎ He is my other omega. ◎

I didn't see who sent the message because Lin Qingshu quickly cut off the shared path. When the message popped up, his face instantly darkened, he coldly laughed, and turned off his light brain.

I pretended that I didn't see anything, focusing on staring at his pointed chin, trying my best to ignore the gaze he cast on me.

Although Lin Qingshu is an omega, he is still a little taller than me.

. . . My height is a shame for the alpha class, completely lowering the average level. Axiu is much taller than me, which makes me feel depressed. I don't understand what's going on with these omegas. Are they all taking growth hormones, getting taller one by one?

However, yesterday in front of Axiu, I never felt so perfect about my height. At least when I hugged him, I could easily bite his sensitive Adam's apple.

Then Axiu would shrink in fear, trembling and begging for mercy.

At that time, I still found his various reactions interesting and satisfying my secret fetishes and desires. But now, after seeing that photo, all the vague and illusory imaginations that remained in my mind have instantly turned into vivid and cruel truths.

The impact was no less than the feeling I had when my mother forced me to kill a chicken in the kitchen when I was seven years old.

Although I had seen my mother cooking countless times in the kitchen before that, and imagined countless times what it would feel like to cut a chicken's neck, when I personally chopped its slender neck in half, the fresh flowing blood almost sprayed onto my hands. It was warm, but it still burned me to the point where I wanted to scream. But my throat tightened, as if an invisible hand was squeezing it, and I couldn't make a sound.

The dark red comb drooped softly, and the chicken stared at me with its round eyes. The brown and red feathers stuck together in clumps and quickly dried and solidified, forming spikes in the cold air.

I had already forgotten what I was thinking at the time, my brain was probably blank. I only remember that in the end, I covered my eyes with my relatively clean hand, and then used my other hand, which was covered in blood, to feel for the chicken's head and sweep it into the sink.

I didn't want to see its eyes.

I didn't want to go back into the kitchen.

Fortunately, my mother never forced me to go into the kitchen again after that.

As I lived alone, my aversion to various things gradually decreased with age. I could freely enter and exit the space called "kitchen," calmly pass by the chicken stalls in the market, try to cook and fail repeatedly, and finally compromise and give up.

I thought I had forgotten the feeling of being so stimulated that I almost vomited at the time, but in the moment I saw the photo, the chicken seemed to come back to life, still with its dark red comb drooping and its round black eyes staring at me, dead and stiff.

It made me shudder and feel chills all over my body.

I had to find a way to divert my attention and not think about the chicken that had long been dead.

So I chose to observe Lin Qingshu's height and his chin.

I pondered why he could grow taller than me, why his chin was so pointed, and why his skin was so white.

When I finally discovered a horizontal scar two centimeters below the right corner of Lin Qingshu's mouth, he spoke again.

Lin Qingshu: "Yu Jie, you're an alpha, so it should be easier for you to find Bu Huaiyuan."