Last Love chapter 8

For a moment, Wen Ke felt like his consciousness was in a daze. He only remembered gripping his phone with one hand and pressing the other firmly against his abdomen. Under this suffocating pressure, it alleviated some of the pain inside.

In that dazed state, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to distract himself. LM Club’s reputation seemed well-deserved; Zhuo Yuan had only left a record, yet Miss Yu was so concerned about him. Her service attitude was genuinely sincere.

As he pondered, he suddenly caught a delightful fragrance, rich like whiskey.

He immediately realized that such an enchanting pheromone could only come from one person.

He instantly panicked. Just as he lifted his head, he suddenly smelled an extremely pleasant aroma and felt his entire body being lifted.

“It’s me Wen Ke.”

A deep voice resonated in his ears.

It was Han Jiangque.

At that moment, Wen Ke felt an unprecedented sense of safety. However, immediately after, his heart felt lifted, replaced by even stronger panic and helplessness.

“Han Jiangque, I didn’t…”

Wen Ke hastily shook his head. He wanted to say that he didn’t request Han Jiangque to come, but when surrounded by Han Jiangque’s pheromones like this—

At that moment, he involuntarily shivered. At this moment, he truly experienced what an S-level pheromone meant.

Having just been stripped of the mark, he returned to the nature of an Omega.

During a vulnerable Omega’s heat, it was impossible to resist an S-level Alpha’s pheromones. Han Jiangque smelled so good that every cell in Wen Ke’s body instinctively yearned to get closer, to seek his embrace.

Despite the intense pain still coursing through his body, Wen Ke’s mind was constantly swirling with these thoughts.

Realizing his disheveled state, Wen Ke couldn’t help but say, “No need.”

He closed his eyes tightly, enduring the pain, repeating like reciting a mantra, “I don’t need your help. I’m just… I’m just in pain, really, I’m fine.”

But Han Jiangque didn’t respond.

Wen Ke could almost feel his willpower crumbling bit by bit. Even though approaching this man made him physically comfortable, mentally, it was almost unbearable.

Choking back his words, Wen Ke said, “Han Jiangque, I don’t want you to interfere.”

“Is that so?” Han Jiangque asked.

Wen Ke nodded vigorously—

Yes, yes, I don’t want you to interfere.

Don’t see me at this time, don’t witness my last bit of dignity disappearing.

“But you’re holding onto my collar,” Han Jiangque said.

His voice was low and steady.

Wen Ke was shocked and realized that his hands were unconsciously gripping Han Jiangque’s shirt collar.

“I’m sorry, I…” Wen Ke suddenly sniffed and repeatedly said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

His mind was filled with the thought of apologizing.

After a moment of silence, Han Jiangque sighed. “Wen Ke, you’re strangling me.”

Wen Ke didn’t know why he couldn’t let go.

He looked at Han Jiangque’s silver-gray silk shirt, wrinkled by his grip, and even the neck was turning slightly red. He felt so embarrassed that he was about to cry.

He knew he was saying one thing and doing another, but at this moment, he was truly fragile.

The depleted marriage, the physical pain, and the aimless life—everything pressed heavily on him, almost crushing him.

He didn’t want Han Jiangque to know all of this, but the body couldn’t lie. He really…

He really wanted to keep holding onto Han Jiangque like this.

…

Han Jiangque held Wen Ke’s hand and placed it on the back of his neck.

“Don’t be nervous,” he said slowly. “Wen Ke, do you have a cat?”

Wen Ke shook his head.

“Have you ever held a cat?” Han Jiangque asked again.

This time, he didn’t wait for Wen Ke’s response but gently embraced Wen Ke’s trembling body. “Don’t be nervous, and don’t think about anything else. Just imagine you’re cuddling a cat.”

Han Jiangque, even among adult Alphas, had a particularly tall and imposing figure. As he embraced Wen Ke, he naturally rested his head on Wen Ke’s shoulder, resembling both a guardian and a large beast snuggling for rest.

Was this the feeling of cuddling a cat?

Wen Ke was a bit confused. He caressed Han Jiangque’s slender neck and could feel Han Jiangque’s body temperature, smelling his scent.

Their breathing gradually synchronized, one inhale, one exhale, and the previous panic quietly eased at this moment. It felt like he was enveloped in a rich and deep pheromone, and the throbbing pain in his reproductive system seemed to be slightly alleviated.

“Feeling better?” Han Jiangque asked.

Wen Ke nodded silently.

“Hmm,” Han Jiangque lifted his head, looking at Wen Ke. Under the car’s interior lights, his dark and narrow eyes sparkled like gemstones. “Wen Ke, where else does it hurt?”

“My gland, the gland is painful…” Wen Ke, momentarily captivated by those eyes, obediently answered.

“Let me see.”

“Don’t… don’t look…” In the comfort of a moment ago, Wen Ke suddenly woke up a bit. Though he resisted, his head was still turned and his nape exposed to Han Jiangque.

Covered with bandages, the gland area was now slightly oozing with blood. Han Jiangque carefully squinted his eyes, gently lifting a corner of the bandage.

Wen Ke’s neck was slender and fair-skinned. Being an E-level gland, it emitted a very faint grassy scent of pheromones, almost negligible and occasionally overshadowed by the smell of blood.

Above the bite marks, there were surgical scars from cutting the skin, and now, due to external force, blood beads were seeping out from the stitched wounds.

…

“It looks ugly, doesn’t it?”

Wen Ke’s hollow eyes stared outside the car window. The corners of his eyes were reddish, murmuring to himself.

Compared to the pain he felt in the gland, the sadness overwhelmed everything.

It became very ugly. When he saw it at the hospital, there was a moment when he even felt nauseous.

The gland area of an Omega signifies the owner’s experiences. He was an Omega used and cruelly abandoned, and the traces were imprinted there, forever indelible.

Even if he could endure this matter with strength, the thought of Han Jiangque seeing it made him very sad.

“Han Jiangque,” Wen Ke closed his eyes, and his eyelashes were dampened by a few restrained tears. “I don’t want your pity.”

“I don’t.” Han Jiangque remained silent for a long time, finally speaking in a deep voice.

He leaned over, fastened Wen Ke’s seatbelt himself, and then said, “Let’s go to the hospital first, and then I’ll take you to rest.”

But Wen Ke still didn’t react, just keeping his eyes closed, silently enduring.

Han Jiangque appeared calm, but when he clenched the steering wheel, his ten fingers were so tight that his nails turned white.

This was the first time he saw the gland after Wen Ke’s differentiation, something he didn’t have the chance to examine closely ten years ago.

But he knew an Omega’s nape should be smooth and beautiful, emitting a charming luster, and beneath the thin skin, you should vaguely see the plump and delicate protrusion.

That was an Alpha’s imagination of an Omega’s sensual zone.

But Wen Ke’s was different.

Wen Ke’s was covered in scars.