ITF Chapter56

Luo Congye was indeed in this room.

The tequila-scented pheromones rushing toward his face told him so.

In the pitch-black darkness where he couldn’t even see his own hand before his face, Bai Heting pulled off his hood and looked toward the corner opposite the door.

The sound of breathing betrayed the location of the person in the room.

Bai Heting closed the door. As he walked in that direction, he rested his right hand on the hilt of the short sword hanging at his waist.

This was a subconscious defensive movement. The Alpha pheromones in the room were churning in chaos, wantonly invading his entire senses. He had never seen Luo Congye’s pheromones so completely out of control.

Bai Heting halted alertly three paces away, just barely making out a tall figure seated and slumped against the corner of the wall.

“What is wrong with you?” He asked.

Luo Congye did not reply. He was shirtless, and his breathing was very slow and heavy, sounding quite uncomfortable as if he were suppressing some immense agony.

Bai Heting took another two steps forward in the dark. He tentatively extended his left hand, but before he could even touch the man, his wrist was suddenly caught and gripped hard.

The skin covering his wrist was so scalding hot that his arm gave a jolt.

Epidemics were common among the populace. Bai Heting crouched down and raised his right hand to feel Luo Congye’s neck, it was scalding hot too.

“Are you sick?” He asked again.

Luo Congye did not answer but merely raised his left hand and placed it over Bai Heting’s right hand.

He seemed to be burning up to the point of losing consciousness, so Bai Heting stopped questioning him. He had braved the rain to come tonight because he wanted to listen to the “report” Luo Congye insisted on making, and then personally end this life that he had prolonged for fourteen years.

Dying by his hands was better than dying by the hands of someone like Shao Yixiao. At least, he could give the kid a quick and clean death.

But looking at things now, listening to the report was out of the question.

He attempted to pull his hand back, but the moment he exerted force, the hand gripping his wrist unexpectedly gave him a sharp tug. Bai Heting lost his balance and fell forward onto his knees. In the blink of an eye, Luo Congye had already swapped positions with him—

Luo Congye used his body to box him into the corner facing the wall.

This was not the reaction speed a sick person should possess. Bai Heting grew alert immediately, reflexively reaching for the short sword at his waist. However, his belt had already been ripped off a step ahead of him and thrown far away with both of his wrists pinned down.

Luo Congye’s solid chest pressed tightly against his back, and his scalding face buried into his neck as he asked in a low voice, “Where are you going?”

Bai Heting’s shoulder and knee knocked heavily against the wall, his bones aching faintly under the heavy pressure. He finally realized that during their previous physical contacts, this young Alpha had been holding back his strength.

Unable to break free from the shackles, he could only command sternly, “Let go of me.”

Luo Congye could not hear his voice at all.

He was pulled back into that torrential autumn night of the hunt, into that pitch-black, cramped, damp cave. His knee edged forward as he pressed even closer to the person before him. He buried his lips against the Omega’s damp, tender neck, greedily inhaling the intoxicating scent of fir trees lingering there.

Through the rain-soaked fabric, Bai Heting felt the changes in the Alpha’s body.

He quickly collected his thoughts.

An Alpha could be induced into heat by an Omega in their heat period, but there was no trace of any other Omega’s pheromones on Luo Congye’s body. That left only one other possibility.

“Fool, you’ve been drugged—”

Before Bai Heting could finish his sentence, the person behind him violently pressed the back of his head and shoved him forward. His forehead hit the wall with a dull thud. Before he even had a chance to flare up in anger, his back suddenly arched—

A piercing, excruciating pain shot from the fragile and sensitive gland at the back of his neck, and a bizarre numbness rapidly spread from that spot throughout his entire body.

His mind seemed to go blank for an instant. By the time he regained consciousness, something had changed.

The tequila-scented pheromones he smelled were different from before.

They were no longer as pungent as they used to be, but had instead taken on a rich, mellow aroma. With every breath he took, this rich aroma brought an indescribable sense of pleasure.

Like a parched man desperate for water, like a drowning man gasping for air, the craving for that scent had been etched deep into his very body.

Luo Congye scooped up his limp body with one arm while half-sucking and half-licking his neck gland as if playing with a new toy he couldn’t bear to put down.

The bite mark was still oozing blood, and the gland had swollen into a plump little bump. Bai Heting tried to dodge by lowering his head, but his chin was wrenched back and his mouth was kissed.

The feeling of the kiss was different too.

His body welcomed the kiss ahead of his reason. He extended his tongue to wrap around Luo Congye’s, tasting his own blood between the man’s teeth.

Luo Congye released the hand supporting his chin, moved down along his slender neck, and undid his clothing tie with practiced ease.

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