Last Love chapter 2
Zhuo Yuan returned home late at night, his cheeks tinged with red, and the strong scent of tobacco, alcohol, and perfume mingled on his body.
When Wen Ke helped him onto the bed, he couldn’t help but furrow his brows slightly.
The noses of both Omega and Alpha are very sensitive. For them, the scent of their partner’s pheromones was the most enchanting fragrance in the world, and any artificial fragrance was considered interference.
As usual, Wen Ke carefully removed Zhuo Yuan’s tie, took off the crumpled suit, hung it in the laundry room, and then poured a cup of warm honey tea for him.
“Xiao Ke, you’re really good.” Zhuo Yuan smiled, took a few sips of tea, and then lazily lay back.
The bedroom light was dim, and a hazy night leaked in through the milky-white curtains.
The scent of pheromones emanating from Zhuo Yuan gently wafted over, the familiar fragrance of narcissus that Wen Ke knew well.
Taking a deep breath, Wen Ke, a marked Omega, felt his physiology uncontrollably stir in response to this scent.
However, their long-standing distant relationship made him timid.
The desire he couldn’t face often made him feel ashamed. Despite having a prolonged heat cycle, being unable to conceive made him feel like he lost the right to demand satisfaction from Zhuo Yuan. The long-lasting loneliness made him gradually fear going into heat.
As Wen Ke thought about it, his eyes suddenly became moist.
But no matter what, Zhuo Yuan was still his Alpha.
His fate was like a floating duckweed, in the vast sea, and he could only rely on Zhuo Yuan.
“Ge, Zhuo…” Wen Ke untied his bathrobe, revealing slender white legs, and then shyly crawled into Zhuo Yuan’s bed.
“Xiao Ke.” Zhuo Yuan seemed a bit surprised.
“Ge.” Wen Ke called again.
He hurriedly lowered his head, untied his bathrobe, and his Adam’s apple rolled up and down due to nervousness. “Can you give me another chance? We haven’t… tried in a long time, can we try again?”
In the dim light, his naked body seemed to be covered in a thin layer of milky mist.
The posture of straddling Zhuo Yuan’s waist was too bold for Wen Ke, and his whole body trembled nervously.
Embarrassed, he blushed and extended his hand to touch Zhuo Yuan’s chest, awkwardly trying to ignite his Alpha’s desire.
Zhuo Yuan looked at Wen Ke, and an expression of confusion gradually appeared on his face.
The delicate man sitting on him had a plump butt that did not match his slender figure, and half of it was now concealed in the shadows, with only a faint glimpse of the black fabric of the thong between his snowy white waist and hips.
This was his Omega’s body.
It had been ten years, too familiar, so familiar that the body had lost the charm that once haunted his dreams.
Wen Ke’s cool fingers touched his cheek, and Zhuo Yuan opened his eyes, gently breathing in—
Wen Ke’s scent.
Too faint.
It seemed like the scent of dew-laden grass on a clear morning after a night of rain, dispersing with a single gust of wind.
Looking at Wen Ke, who was trying so hard, his eyes moistened suddenly.
Actually, Wen Ke’s pheromones had never emitted a captivating scent that made him lose control, not even during heat. For an Omega, it was truly pitiful.
Now, thinking back, perhaps this marriage was wrong from the beginning.
Zhuo Yuan opened his eyes, and sympathy gradually overflowed in his gaze. He wanted to hug Wen Ke, but when he came into contact with Wen Ke’s bare skin, he couldn’t help but awkwardly pull away.
Even if it would embarrass Wen Ke, he didn’t want to go to bed with him at all. He didn’t want to send any signals related to intimate contact. So his hand remained suspended in mid-air.
At that moment, Wen Ke’s body suddenly stiffened.
Zhao Yuan sighed, took the bathrobe that Wen Ke had taken off and draped it over his naked body. Then, calmly, he pushed him away.
Wen Ke sat on his knees next to Zhao Yuan like a puppet, silently holding the bathrobe, his body trembling slightly.
The thong on his butt was like a tight fishing net, ruthlessly constricting his flesh, lashing at his remaining self-esteem—
He was an Omega who couldn’t even attract his own Alpha.
“Xiao Ke,” Zhao Yuan cleared his throat, “you’re good. Don’t be sad. It’s really my fault. I haven’t been with you properly during your heat for the past two years. But you know, my family… sigh, having no children is not acceptable. I’m under a lot of pressure, and our relationship isn’t particularly intimate. Divorcing would be good for both of us, right?”
“Ge, do you have someone else?” Wen Ke suddenly asked.
Zhao Yuan felt awkward, hesitated for a moment, and then answered, “No.”
Wen Ke’s face turned pale. He didn’t know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or feel more desperate, but he couldn’t help trembling as he made a final effort in a shaky voice, “Ge, but I’m an E-grade Omega. You knew that before we got married, and you said you didn’t mind.”
He didn’t want to say these things. He knew that past vows couldn’t be counted on for a lifetime.
Time had passed, and bringing it up stubbornly now might seem tactless.
Zhao Yuan obviously anticipated such questioning and explained matter-of-factly, “We were young at that time, and I didn’t think it would be so difficult. Although your gland rating is low, our compatibility is 83%. I thought there was hope.”
Every word, every sentence, he couldn’t refute anything.
“Ge…”
Wen Ke knew he had already been sentenced to death, but he couldn’t stop himself from saying, “Today, the doctor said, you, you heard it too—my gland isn’t good enough. So I can only undergo the pheromone extraction surgery once in my life. After divorcing you, I…”
He suddenly couldn’t continue.
Perhaps life has many crossroads, but the chances for trial and error given by heaven are few.
He could only be marked twice in his life.
And he was already a 28-year-old Omega.
With an E-grade gland and a reproductive cavity that’s difficult to conceive in, after this mark is removed, does he really have a chance?
“Xiao Ke,” Zhao Yuan took a deep breath, touched Wen Ke’s face, and finally said calmly, “I’m sorry.”
This apology was sincere, even with a hint of pity.
…
Wen Ke rushed into the bathroom as if escaping.
He adjusted the water temperature, turned the shower head to the maximum, and then curled up in the corner, hugging his knees.
The mist rose slowly, surrounding him little by little with the sound of rushing water.
Only when he could no longer see the outside did he finally let go. He buried his head in his knees and burst into tears.
Wen Ke rarely cried.
Because when he cried, he would always think of home.
But home was no more.
He was born in a small city in the north, and the memories of relying on his mother were long and fulfilling.
He differentiated too late, so he always thought he would be a Beta.
He studied in the same class as Alphas and Betas, always ranking at the top. Only in physical education did he fall slightly behind, being awkward in running and clumsy in sports. But those weren’t terrible things; at that time, he thought his future would be smooth.
He remembered pedaling his bicycle through the tree-lined avenue, with a dirty and old dock at the end of the road;
He remembered going to the sea with a boy, counting on his fingers when summer would come.
The splashing hot water fell heavily on his exposed skin, like a torrential rain from his teenage years.
All the beautiful memories came to an abrupt end in his senior year of high school.
His first time with Zhuo Yuan was on a rainy night in their senior year. He didn’t initiate it, but he couldn’t resist Zhuo Yuan’s gentle advance.
Sometimes, a person’s destiny is like a paper boat on a river.
Letting go, it’s as if you’re drifting with the current for a lifetime.
In intense pain, he didn’t feel any sweet emotions. It was just the first time he truly realized that he was an Omega.
He would be marked and henceforth belong to someone.
As for what happened afterward, he learned not to think about it.
So many years have passed, and sometimes he thinks he might have forgotten.