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

Chapter 22

Axiu pursed his lips and didn't pull his fingers out of my palm. His fingertips were always cool and unconsciously rubbed against my skin twice, making me itch and anxious, wishing to pry open his mouth directly.

But I had to tell myself not to be impatient. Slowly but surely, give him some time.

He hung his head and finally spoke slowly: "Bu Huaiyuan. . . when that war ended, he was detained."

Axiu did not directly reveal that he was Bu Huaiyuan, but narrated what happened after Bu Huaiyuan was taken away from a third-person perspective. His emotions did not fluctuate significantly, as if he was simply telling someone else's story.

This made me even more sad and heartbroken. I would rather he bury his head in my arms and cry like last time, than to narrate it so calmly. It was here that I first faced the nauseating darkness hidden beneath the already turbulent sleep, after tearing off the glamorous veil of the empire's upper echelons.

Bu Huaiyuan almost came out of nowhere. He showed his sharpness from the military academy, and countless people with privileged backgrounds and elite education could not confront him head-on, only admitting his excellence.

At least on the surface, the military department still rewarded and promoted based on military achievements and merits, not to mention that Bu Huaiyuan almost never lost a battle and conquered many people with his strength, smoothly climbing to the top of the military department's power structure.

But the problem was that he grew too fast and was promoted too quickly.

He was too young and completely unaware of how to restrain his sharpness, recklessly displaying his talent, harvesting countless fans on the Star Network, and having a large number of supporters in the military academy.

But the military and politics were not separate. The military academy was the cradle of the empire's soldiers and generals, and also a reflection of the political factions' struggles. For those old guys who were entrenched in the center of the empire, Bu Huaiyuan represented a completely new force that was developing vigorously with energy beyond their control, almost competing with them.

This made the selfish and barbaric vested interests feel a long-lost sense of danger, feeling that the long-maintained stable situation was about to be disrupted, and they could not allow anyone to do such a thing, nor allow anyone to affect their interests.

Therefore, they had long planned to get rid of Bu Huaiyuan, but at that time, the empire's border was always unstable, and frequent wars required capable people like Bu Huaiyuan to go to the battlefield. Moreover, even the old guys had internal disagreements, with the royal family and the cabinet arguing with each other. One group of people only wanted to control him, preferably to make Bu Huaiyuan work for them, but another group of people wanted to directly get rid of him.

They argued until the great war between the empire and the federation broke out. At that time, the empire was no match for the federation, and the inevitable outcome could not be changed with or without Bu Huaiyuan. They felt that this was a great opportunity.

So Bu Huaiyuan, who had no background or support, became a pawn in political games.

Originally, he was only going to be sent to a prison specially designed for ****, but in the second year of his imprisonment, he unexpectedly underwent a second differentiation and became an omega.

The following events became very simple. The people who captured him transferred Bu Huaiyuan to a prisoner-of-war camp, which was built underground in a residential city. For more than a year, they locked Bu Huaiyuan up, fed him drugs, extended his susceptible period, and tried various tools on him. Among those people were Bu Huaiyuan's former superiors, colleagues, and even subordinates. Some of them had hated him for a long time, while others were threatened with their families or their own lives.

Those people would not come to see him all the time, only one or two weeks every month. During other times, Bu Huaiyuan was strictly guarded, using the highest level of prison cells and surveillance. Even if he couldn't bear the humiliation and wanted to die, he tried various methods to commit suicide but failed every time, only to face more painful torture.

Until Bu Huaiyuan finally stopped resisting and became a quiet and lifeless dog.

He thought that such days would never end, but on the day of the "terrorist attack" in the residential city, with the increasingly intense quarrels between the cabinet and the royal family, his supervision was loosened.

Bu Huaiyuan was rescued. Ao Pao. However, the city was full of residents and onlookers, and the original plan to rescue Bu Huaiyuan went awry. He was not successfully taken away, but managed to escape. The rescuers had installed a signal blocker on his collar, allowing him to hide without being detected. Removing the metal collar was difficult, but adding additional functions was incredibly simple.

Bu Huaiyuan managed to evade pursuit for three days, but the people who saved him were labeled as "terrorists" and were wanted nationwide.

"There has been no news about those people since then."

After saying this, Axiu suddenly looked at me and asked, "Do you. . . have any questions for me?"

"Do you want me to ask something?" I asked him back.

His forehead was covered in dust, his face had dried bloodstains, and his complexion was dark, like an old scar. I couldn't tell what was hidden in his dark brown pupils, which were partially obscured by his drooping eyelashes in the dim light.

He looked like a little stray dog ​​that had run away from home, covered in dirt and injured.

Axiu pursed his lips and blinked, slowly moving closer to me, grabbing my hand.

My hand was smaller than his, and because I rarely went outside, my skin was much whiter than his, with a layer of soft flesh covering it, completely different from his bony and thin hand. When he wrapped his five fingers around mine, it created a strong contrast.

He extended his fingers and pinched my palm, then lifted my hand and placed it next to his cheek, closing his eyes slightly and lowering his head. Very carefully and proactively, he rubbed against me.

Warm and soft, with an excellent touch, the hair on my arm stood up immediately.

"If you want to know," he opened his wet eyes, his voice as light as a feather falling to the ground.

It's as if no matter what I want to say or do now, he will obediently comply.

Without exaggeration, his appearance made my heart explode with excitement.

But I haven't forgotten the feeling of seeing an empty house when I opened the door this afternoon. My nervous system and sharp intuition tell me not to let my guard down.

Axiu has never been so completely proactive and submissive in his coquetry with me.

This is very unusual.

Author's note: The little dog secretly made a decision that he couldn't tell Xiaoyu, but that little idea was useless (said in a certain tone).

We're going to take a break, and the update for Tuesday will be released after 11 pm. Kisses!

Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated me with nutrient solution between 01:53:58 and 16:33:57 on March 7, 2022.

Thank you to the little angels who threw grenades: Shanju 1.

Thank you all for your support. I will continue to work hard!

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