45: Completely Possessed, Completely Captured
The tall D‑class Alpha, a veteran kidnapper who had seen countless ferocious predators, still found himself cowed by Sheng Shaoyou’s icy gaze.
The S‑class pheromone oppression was suffocating. Sheng’s eyes glinted coldly, one brow lifting slightly, and the concentration of his scent instantly surged, effortlessly penetrating the D‑class kidnapper’s mask.
The D‑class Alpha tasted blood; his organs felt crushed, and blood poured from his nose. Panicked, he fumbled at his belt, pulling out a crossbow‑like injector he always carried for emergencies.
With vicious determination, he raised it, aimed at Sheng’s already swollen gland, and fired.
Bang—
The projectile streaked toward Sheng’s vulnerable neck. He tried to dodge, but the heavy sedatives slowed him down. The spinning needle grazed his gland and plunged into his shoulder, icy liquid flooding his veins with searing pain.
“Die, then!” the kidnapper spat blood and cackled. “That’s a cyanide‑laced anesthetic. Even a Z‑class couldn’t survive it!”
Sheng’s ears and eyes felt wrapped in plastic; his blood seemed to solidify, his pain a deafening roar in his veins.
A sharp whine pierced his eardrums, fading into silence.
When his vision cleared, he found himself collapsed sideways, unable to move.
“Go to hell!”
At that critical moment—
The warehouse window suddenly shattered.
The raised knife froze mid‑air. The kidnapper turned and saw a slim, dark figure perched on the windowsill, leaning casually against the frame.
The full moon shone like a mirror behind him; under the starlit sky he seemed like a god looking down on the mortal world.
Young, his voice soft but deadly:
“First, S‑class is already the ceiling. There’s no such thing as Z‑class.
Second, your knife’s in my eyes.
Third, he’s mine. You want his life? What the hell do you think you are?”
W‑what?!
The tall kidnapper’s eyes widened, sweat beading his forehead.
This was the seventh floor—how had he gotten up here?
Hua Yong landed lightly inside, swift as a ghost.
His cold footsteps echoed through the warehouse.
Though the D‑class had killed dozens before—including a B‑class, three A‑classes, and even an S‑class—this seemingly unhurried youth still struck a primal fear deep in his bones.
His fingers twitched; he tried to aim his weapon but froze, paralyzed.
Like a weasel caught by the lion king, tail pinned, awaiting destruction.
“Drop the knife now, and out of the goodness of my heart, I’ll let you live,” Hua said, his eyes glinting with killing intent. “I’ll count to three.
One… three.”
What the hell—skipping two?!
Too late to drop the knife.
Before he could even see the movement, Hua’s figure blurred like lightning, a ghostly shadow in the kidnapper’s eyes.
That pale, beautiful face loomed close, dark lashes casting a cruel shadow beneath piercing black eyes.
This wasn’t human speed.
The tall man felt his cheeks crushed, his arm caught and lifted effortlessly into the air.
“L‑let go!” he choked, legs flailing, face contorted in terror.
“Oh. Okay,” Hua replied mildly—then flung him twenty meters into the wall.
The man slammed into the wall like discarded meat, bricks and plaster raining down.
“Ah, wrong direction,” Hua mused, tilting his head coldly. “Should’ve thrown you out the window.
But… never mind. That fall would’ve killed you. Killing is illegal. Sheng wouldn’t like it if I murdered someone in front of him. Lucky you.”
He brushed imaginary dust from his jacket, then glanced down. His eyes sharpened when they landed on Sheng Shaoyou.
He knelt and gently scooped up the dazed Alpha, pressing his lips to the inflamed gland.
“Poor thing.”
Cool, calming pheromones enveloped Sheng, bringing a hint of color back to his lips.
But even an S‑class couldn’t survive cyanide.
Hua frowned faintly, clearly troubled.
“Marking was supposed to be beautiful. I even drafted a hundred‑thousand‑word plan for it… but I guess we’ll have to skip to the end.”
His tongue licked gently at the puncture wound on Sheng’s neck, leaving behind a glistening trail.
“I have to mark you to save you. Forgive me, Sheng… or I might just kill someone from heartbreak.”
He bit down lightly on the gland. Cool orchid‑scented pheromones flowed into Sheng’s veins.
At that moment, they became one.
Veins ached, the Alpha’s body flooding with the foreign scent. Sheng groaned faintly as a white ghost‑orchid bloomed on his nape, its petals glowing softly.
The Ghost Orchid.
Nearly extinct, rarely seen or smelled—its unique bloom resembled a dancing snow‑frog, priceless even decades ago.
Hua’s clear eyes contracted with excitement, his head buzzing with bliss.
The uncrowned king of P‑country was so delighted he mentally forgave debts and donated billions.
Thank heaven—I’ve finally, completely, marked you. Sheng, you’re mine now. You can’t escape anymore.
Be my Omega. I’ll treat you well forever.
—
X Hotel, Room 9901.
The room sweltered, pheromones saturating the air, heat radiating from Sheng’s fevered body.
Disoriented, he lay back into the sheets, feeling as though he were burning alive, clinging to the only relief in sight.
Hua’s fingers trembled from how long he’d waited for this. At last he could hold him tight.
Kissing him fervently, coaxing the dazed Alpha to give in, Hua’s wet eyes brimmed with love and greed.
Sheng moaned something incoherent, body arching under his touch.
Hua leaned down and claimed his lips, the orchid scent thick enough to intoxicate them both.
The Alpha, born a ruler, lay powerless, surrendering under the fierce kisses.
“Want me to hold you?” Hua murmured hoarsely.
“Yes,” Sheng answered, breathless, eyes wet.
The tang of rum‑like pheromones wrapped around them, drowning them in desire.
But when Hua finally forced him to look up and meet his eyes, his voice was chillingly calm:
“Look at me. Think clearly before you answer. Who am I? Do you really want this?”
Sheng blinked, cheeks flushed, gaze hazy.
“You’re Hua Yong,” he murmured.
“That’s right,” Hua whispered, thumb brushing Sheng’s reddened lips. “Do you like me?”
“You’re so annoying,” Sheng rasped, impatient, pulling Hua closer. “I hate liars. I hate lunatics. But… I really like you. Hua Yong—give me—”
Enigma pressed down, crushing his lips in a deep, claiming kiss.
For Sheng, who finally asked, how could Hua refuse?
If he’d asked for his life, he would’ve given that too.
Life before Sheng had been about winning.
But Sheng made him willing to lose—pouring out his heart, no choice left but to fight for love.
The world faded; only Sheng mattered now.
The gland on Sheng’s neck exuded a bittersweet citrus scent, permanently marked.
Hua nuzzled his cheek with trembling joy.
Sheng tilted his head and kissed his throat in return, making Hua’s pupils darken with hunger.
His S‑class Alpha body, perfect and sculpted, bowed beneath him like a snow‑capped mountain conquered by the storm.
Sheng’s proud figure and flawless skin were ravished under Hua’s relentless claim.
“Baby…”
A torment and a joy both.
As Sheng buried his face in the pillow, Hua’s hands clutched his, their fingers entwined.
Every kiss, every caress came from instinct.
It was as though the world became their sky and earth, nothing else existing but this.
Sheng vaguely recalled a documentary—
On an African savanna, a dominant lion claimed an untouched den.
Invasion.
Conquest.
Possession.
The lion would mark the den with his scent, ensuring no other dared to enter.
Sheng’s thoughts drifted like a kite cut loose.
He tried to retreat but found no escape.
Hua held him too tightly, almost painfully.
“Enough…” Sheng croaked.
Enough? How could it ever be enough?
Sheng would never know just how irresistible he was.
Wealth, power, marks, children, love…
Hua wanted to give him everything.
His flushed face, hoarse voice—all of it made Hua’s heart pound.
The lamps flickered as the night deepened, a permanent mark perfuming the air between them.
Sheng buried his face in his arm, trembling like a tiny boat tossed by a storm on the vast sea.
He was hunter and prey both.
Completely possessed—completely captured.