Woosung Alpha’s Sour Grapes

Chapter 8

You skipped class to meet that omega!

Tae-geon’s vision blurred. He grabbed Hyeon-woo’s collar in one swift motion and pushed him through the open front door. But Hyeon-woo was just as desperate.

“Ugh, let go…! Let go of this!”

The more Hyeon-woo resisted, gritting his teeth to avoid being dragged, the more Tae-geon felt his anger rising to a boiling point. In Hyeon-woo’s fierce rejection, Tae-geon felt a shock and an indescribable emotion. Something beyond anger was writhing, ready to explode in his chest.

“Han Hyeon-woo!!”

The veins on Tae-geon’s neck bulged as he roared.

Tae-geon’s heart pounded furiously as he pressed his body against the struggling Hyeon-woo to subdue him. He was releasing threatening pheromones intense enough to make any proper alpha faint, but as always, Hyeon-woo showed no reaction.

It wasn’t even funny – a half-baked alpha who couldn’t even recognize the pheromones he should submit to, and a half-baked omega who couldn’t get pregnant.

Is that why you’re more attached?

To that omega?!

In the moment Tae-geon, his eyes bloodshot, was shaken by his own raging delusions, Hyeon-woo seized the opportunity to push him away and escape. As Tae-geon turned to chase after him, he froze at the scent wafting from the wide-open house as Hyeon-woo burst out the door.

…He brought that horny omega into the house!

For Tae-geon, this space he shared with Hyeon-woo was more than just a house. It was a sanctuary where he had vowed to give Hyeon-woo the utmost comfort, a fortress cut off from past traumas.

Their first shared sanctuary, meant to be together for life, had been brutally trampled by none other than Hyeon-woo himself.

Stepping inside, Tae-geon gritted his teeth at the faint omega pheromones floating throughout the house. He hurriedly moved, tracing the source of the pheromones that were already starting to dissipate.

He couldn’t understand how such shabby pheromones could have enticed Hyeon-woo. It was only because he was an extremely dominant alpha that he could sense it; it was clear that most alphas wouldn’t even be able to distinguish this as pheromones. That’s how poor they were.

When he had smelled it on Hyeon-woo, it had felt like a fresh, youthful fruit scent, but smelling it dispersed in the air now, it was nothing more or less than the pheromones of a horny omega in heat. His expectation that it would be special because it was Hyeon-woo’s omega was shattered.

There’s no exception for omegas.

Tae-geon smiled bitterly.

The pheromones were strongest on Hyeon-woo’s bed. The gray bedsheets were damp with sweat from who knows who.

He thought that maybe they hadn’t skipped class to meet. They might have mated here, taking advantage of the dawn while he was asleep. They might have spent the night mixing bodies like beasts, unable to wake up to the morning alarm blaring.

Blue veins bulged ominously on the back of Tae-geon’s hand as he gripped the blanket. The thought of the two rolling around here all night made his blood boil.

Bzzt- Bzzt-.

A vibration sounded from Tae-geon’s pocket as he was grinding his teeth. He took out his phone and checked one of the two newly arrived messages.

[9 PM tonight, Aiden Hotel Room 2301]

Frowning at the unexpected content, Tae-geon moved to the next message, and the corners of his mouth curled up maliciously.

Ah.

It was perfect timing, as he was in the mood to catch and punish an omega.

*

Late at night, Hyeon-woo still hadn’t returned by the time Tae-geon left the house.

Grinding his teeth, Tae-geon changed into a black suit and took a taxi to the hotel indicated in the text message.

Lee Se-jin.

The only omega child of a four-term congressman turned minister. The absurd message asking to open up the blocked vaginal passage of an omega with manifestation issues was still ridiculous to think about.

If there’s a physical problem, you should go to the hospital. Do they think an alpha’s dick is for opening passages?

Should I just pound until something ruptures?

Tae-geon sank deep into the seat, crossing his legs irritably and running his hand through his hair.

The taxi driver, who had been glancing at the back seat through the rearview mirror, shrank his shoulders at the delinquent and overbearing aura that didn’t match Tae-geon’s formal attire at all.

Tae-geon was well aware that Mu-seok’s purpose in taking him in when he was dying of cold was due to his traits. It was a trait useful across all areas of the Taeryeong Group’s core businesses: pharmaceuticals, chemicals, and biotechnology.

It would be very useful in new drug development, and with several private school foundations involved, writing papers would bring great benefits.

He had been prepared for this day to come someday, whether for biological experiments or black market deals, but Tae-geon was stunned by this unexpected bargaining chip.

Sex with an omega.

It seemed they had settled on treating him like a stud horse. Tae-geon had been granted permission to enter the university he had planned on, on the condition of having sex with an omega designated by the main family. Contraception was mandatory. There would be a premium for optional knotting and pregnancy.

As he entered the suite located at the top of the hotel, the pungent pheromones unique to a heat-stricken omega suddenly assaulted Tae-geon’s lungs. Frowning, he stepped inside and a large bed came into view. A completely naked omega was lying there, having finished all preparations.

The omega’s reddened eyes fixed on Tae-geon as it sensed his presence.

The omega’s eyes flashed bizarrely as they swept over Tae-geon from head to toe with a gaze that seemed to lick him.

I thought you must be some kind of defective idiot to be treated like a stud horse despite being an extremely dominant alpha.

But.

Se-jin’s throat involuntarily swallowed.

Sensuality flowed from the alpha’s leisurely gait. Through the unbuttoned collar of his shirt, a straight neck and sharp collarbones were visible. The shirt wrinkles over his chest, filled with firm muscles, tightened and loosened repeatedly with the alpha’s breathing. Even without seeing it, one could tell that a perfect physique was hidden under that suit.

Whether it was their face or physique, if there was even one attractive aspect, Se-jin had called out celebrities, athletes, and ordinary people alike, hiding their identities and mixing bodies indiscriminately. Being congenitally blocked, contraception wasn’t necessary. It was a body that had been rolled around to the bottom of the bottom without restraint.

It wasn’t like Se-jin hadn’t slept with dominant alphas before. Their pheromones were qualitatively superior, but that was about it. Just when Se-jin thought he was getting used to this, his heart started racing uncontrollably at the sight of the alpha before him. It was undoubtedly the first time he had been captivated by such intense desire and possessiveness.

Se-jin wondered how amazing this alpha must be for his father to try so desperately to hide his identity, despite knowing Se-jin’s sexual history. It made sense now.

Se-jin’s heart pounded madly at the cold eyes looking down at him from under the deep black hair. Even though the gaze towards him was full of contempt, as if looking at rotten fish, Se-jin felt a taste of humiliation, asceticism, and sacrilege in those arrogant eyes.

He wanted to see those cold eyes clouded with heat. He was desperate to subjugate him. He wanted to possess this alpha quickly.

Tae-geon began to release his pheromones towards the omega who was getting worked up alone.

“Hnngh…”

The omega’s body convulsed once at the supreme pheromones it had never experienced before. Tae-geon inwardly sneered at the vulgar behavior of the omega moaning and twisting its waist.

Tae-geon sat on the edge of the bed and took off his jacket. The omega’s gaze clung stickily to the silhouette of the firm body writhing under the thin shirt following his leisurely movements. After carelessly throwing the jacket onto a nearby sofa, Tae-geon proceeded to unbutton the right sleeve of his shirt and roll it up to his elbow.

The omega, who had crawled over on its knees, rubbed its cheek against Tae-geon’s bare forearm. Indecipherable scars coiled like snakes, red and swollen, on the firm forearm. Even those hideous scars felt sensual.

The omega’s tongue moved flexibly along the contours of the scars. It licked Tae-geon’s skin busily, tracing the five protruding metacarpal bones on the back of his hand and the fiercely prominent blood vessels.

Tae-geon thought the omega, twisting its waist and looking up at him with expectant eyes, looked like a well-trained puppy. A pretty, obedient puppy that blindly submits to its master.

At that moment, Hyeon-woo flashed through Tae-geon’s mind.

Hyeon-woo, who had pushed him away and run off.

His mood plummeted instantly.

The omega was ecstatic even while choking and coughing from Tae-geon’s suddenly vicious pheromones. Tae-geon cast a cold gaze at the omega.

If Hyeon-woo had been an omega, would he have been easier to handle?

Tae-geon thought of Hyeon-woo as he watched the omega kneel between his legs on the carpet, burying its face in his groin and inhaling greedily.

Hm? Hyeon-woo.

If you were an omega, you wouldn’t think of rolling around with other alphas.

Not with me right beside you.