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

Chapter 14

My pheromones are out of control.

It was intentional, so I didn't hold back my strength.

Although my teeth are not as sharp as Axiu's, an alpha's bite force is no joke.

Axiu screamed in pain and put his hand on my shoulder, trying to push me away.

But he failed, because I held onto him with all my strength, my hands crossed behind his waist, choking him so he couldn't escape.

I bit hard on his distinct collarbone.

It seemed like my teeth pierced through his flesh, and I felt the sharp sensation of his bones, unbreakable and hard, transmitted through my nerves.

A strong smell of rust exploded in my mouth like a deep-sea bomb.

It was hot, slightly salty, and had a rusty smell.

Axiu's blood had the same taste as mine and all ordinary people.

Bu Huaiyuan was praised so highly, as if he were a god without emotions, desires, grievances, or hatred. He had never been defeated in battle and was the idol of countless people. He was so powerful and impressive.

I thought his blood would be different from others.

It wasn't.

They are all the same kind of people, how could there be any difference?

Axiu leaned against my shoulder, trying to create distance between us. His neck strained as he arched his back, creating a beautiful curve. His Adam's apple was exposed, trembling in the air.

I stared at that small piece of cartilage and suddenly had the urge to bite it off. But obviously, I couldn't do that, so I stubbornly dragged Axiu back into my arms.

"Hiss-"

The sudden closeness made my teeth sink in a little more, and Axiu gasped for air.

I couldn't see his expression, but I could guess that he was confused, angry, bewildered, frightened, and at a loss. He might even be cursing me in his heart.

Bu Huaiyuan has been mixed in the army for years, constantly on the battlefield with a group of alphas. Alphas are all disobedient, and in order to maintain military discipline, he must have disciplined many alphas like me who showed no respect towards him.

Does he curse at people, or does he just skip the talking and go straight to action?

If he curses, does he use vulgar and rude language?

What does he look like when he curses? Does he grit his teeth, glare angrily, or speak with the coldest and most precise tone to deliver a sharp blow?

If he takes action, does he easily control his mech to knock down those unruly alphas, or does he play with them like a cat teasing a mouse until they are frustrated but still admire him?

I don't know, but I can imagine.

I can imagine his heroic frown, with deep and shallow furrows on his forehead, his sharp jawline tense, and a shiny drop of sweat hanging on his chin, swaying with his movements as he scolds someone, finally shattering on the hollow of his collarbone with a snap.

I can imagine the moment he opens the cockpit of his mech, the sunlight of the whole planet seems to shine on him.

The more I think about it, the more excited I become, and the frequency of my heart beating in my chest is almost reaching its limit.

That organ is beating wildly, trying to fly out of my chest and turn into a soaring star bird, a gliding spacecraft, or random floating electronic waste, ignoring the possibility of being squeezed or shattered.