Chapter 45
Why does his voice sound so broken? Why does it make my chest ache like this? You fucking bastard.
“Can’t even… think straight… Ugh! Not working! Fuck! That bastard—!”
“Seo… Igeon…”
He thrusts his hips up, calling my name over and over. Just one hit—that’s all I want. A kick, a headbutt, anything to kill him. But every time I try, the way he says my name stops me cold. Why is he calling for me like this, half out of his mind? What the hell does he want? Help? Or something else? What the fuck are you looking at, Han Taekyung, that makes you say my name like that?
“Ugh—”
Suddenly, the pheromones spike—so thick it makes me want to vomit. At the same time, Han Taekyung freezes. How the hell has he kept this kind of pheromone locked inside his body all this time? It’s a miracle he hasn’t gone into rut or destroyed himself before now. On the other hand, I get why those fucking cockroaches wanted him so badly. If there were more alphas like him, what would the world even look like?
“Ugh—”
Forget the world. Right now, I feel like I’m the one who’s going to die. I try to push Han Taekyung away, wanting to vomit, wanting to breathe, but he won’t pull out. Instead, he shoves in deeper, grinding his hips in slow, deliberate circles before suddenly yanking his cock out—only to slam back in so hard my insides drag with it. Thud! My lower abdomen screams. My guts must be ruined by now—his cum, the relentless violence—but why is he drowning me in pheromones like this? If pheromones were liquid, I’d be marinating in them.
“Ow—ow, it hurts, you fucking bastard! Stop—”
And now he’s picking up speed. Is he going to cum inside me again? Fuck, I can’t take that one more time.
“Seo Igeon…”
“So don’t call me like that, asshole!”
His voice saying my name terrifies me now. I lift my head to tell him to cut it out, and our eyes lock. At the same moment, his cock swells inside me, shifting shape. I know what this is. I’ve read about it. I’ve wondered how it’s even possible.
“No way…. No, right? Hey!! No way?!”
It can’t be. There’s no way. Alphas don’t knot other alphas. Knotting only happens with omegas.
“Hey, fuck!! No way?!”
But the cock inside me is swelling, searching for a womb that doesn’t exist. Too bad—I’ve got nothing in there. No womb, no place for that thing to latch onto. A cold wave washes over me as the blood drains from my body. Is this it? Is this knotting? No. I’ve read that omegas scream in pain during knotting too, so this can’t be the end. I need to get away. Now. I force my upper body up and swing a fist at Han Taekyung, but he blocks it effortlessly. My wrists are pinned to the floor as he slams me against the wall, my lower body curled up, exposing where we’re joined. I can see the foam of his earlier cum bubbling out. Just the sight makes me want to retch.
“Nn—ah—AAAK!!”
The cock inside me swells further, desperate to do its job—to plant something inside me.
“Fuck, it hurts!! It hurts!! AAK!! Get it out!! Get it out!!!”
This pain is worse—a hundred, a thousand times worse—than when he first forced his way in. I can’t even describe it. It feels like my insides are being shredded. I’d beg him to kill me if it would make it stop.
“Get it out!! Han Taekyung!! Don’t!! Stop!!”
I twist my hips, trying to break free, but every movement only makes it hurt more. The swollen knot presses against my lower abdomen, bulging obscenely beneath my skin. I start crying. I’ve bitten my lip so hard I taste blood.
“Ugh—ugh…. I’ll kill you. Fuck…. You fucking bastard, Han Taekyung.”
When will this cruel, monstrous act end? Is the knotting over? But no—knotting is just the body’s way of trapping sperm inside a womb. His cock pulses, and cum starts spilling out, flooding my empty cavity. There’s so much—way more than a normal ejaculation. The disgusting sensation makes me tremble, but the pain of the knot keeps me frozen.
“Huuu….”
The alpha exhales deeply, furrowing his brows before running a hand through his hair. He looks down at me—curled up, shaking in agony—and smirks, satisfied. Then he slowly leans in. I can’t take it anymore. I slap him across the face.
“Get—get it out.”
But Han Taekyung doesn’t move. I hit his other cheek with everything I’ve got. My arm trembles, but I swing as hard as I can. His head snaps to the side, but his body doesn’t budge. He turns back to me, gripping my face, pressing his forehead against mine. His eyes bore into me.
I know what this is too. I’ve only seen it in books, but my instructor warned us about it—bonding. Bonding happens when an alpha and omega go through heat and rut together, when knotting occurs. It can happen other times, but this is when it’s strongest. And right now, Han Taekyung is trying to force it.
“I’m an alpha. It won’t work, you fucking idiot.”
Even a kid knows that. Even a beta knows. Alphas can’t bond with other alphas.
“And fuck, how close do you think we are for you to even try bonding with me? Even if we were best fucking friends, we’re done after today. Done!!” I grind my teeth, tears streaming down my face. I don’t want to cry, but the pain in my gut won’t stop. I blink, trying to clear my vision, but Han Taekyung won’t let me look away. He keeps forcing my face toward his. But it won’t work. We’re just pushing each other away…. Even his instincts must be screaming why the hell is this alpha doing this?
“Why… won’t it work?”
His voice is even more fragile than when he says my name. He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t get why it’s not happening.
“Bond with me.”
He crushes his forehead against mine, eyes wide. His red irises loom inches from my face, savage, like they’re about to devour me. The movement sends another jolt of pain through my knotted insides. “Ack!”
“Bond with me!!”
“Ugh—”
Fuck…. At this rate, my intestines are going to rupture. I need to get to a hospital. Or—will this ever end? Why is knotting taking so long?
After several failed attempts at bonding, Han Taekyung finally realizes it’s not working. He bites his lip, then slams his fist into the floor. Then he sinks his teeth into the nape of my neck. I feel his body tremble. Is he crying? Why is he crying? I’m the one who should be crying here.
“Han… Taekyung.”
I call his name cautiously. His body jerks slightly before he lifts his upper body. And then I’m shocked. His irises—once red—now fade into a gold gradient, and a tear drops from his eye. He really was crying? Why? I’m the one who should be—
Han Taekyung’s hand gently brushes my cheek. Then he leans in and kisses me. Unlike before, it’s soft—almost asking for permission. He nibbles my lower lip, silently begging me to open up, but I can’t. I glare at him, ready to bite his tongue off if he forces his way in. He blinks again, and another tear falls onto my cheek.
“It’s fine. If you don’t want to bond… I’ll just leave my mark deep inside you instead.”
“What…?”
He straightens up, laughing hollowly as his pheromones envelop me. I feel his cock inside me slowly softening, and for a second, I think it’s over. I relax—only for him to grab my hips again. A shiver runs down my spine. My legs are spread obscenely, my hole ruined as his cock starts moving again. No matter how much I cry or beg, it doesn’t stop. By the third knotting, Seo Igeon and Han Taekyung both black out.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
