My head pounded ferociously. I groaned.
My throat felt parched. My stomach growled. Between my legs felt crusty. The sun was blinding. My room smelled different.
Wait.
It wasn't just the smell of the room that was different. The bed. The sheets. The sheets had patterns. How hadn't I noticed that?
I stretched and felt the fabric of the sheets with my hands, smooth against my skin.
My hands touched something smooth, a heaving chest. When did my chest get so muscular?
Oh well, maybe I just didn't notice.
I squeezed my firm chest, smiling at how it felt beneath my palm.
Am I still dreaming? Why can't I feel my touch?
And why is my chest all the way on the other side of the bed?!
Just then I heard a tired moan and my eyes shot open.
What the fuck?!
I instantly rolled off the bed.
I landed on the floor with a thud, the covers following me. Immediately, a pain shot throught my body, and I began to regret every decision I had ever taken since birth.
This isn't my room.
Once I had gotten over the initial shock, I stood onto my feet to make sense of the situation.
Well I tried.
Another sharp pain—about ten times the intensity of the first—shot up my whole body, originating from my back.
I bit my tongue hard as I swallowed my outcry, so as not to alert anyone in the room. My eyes stung with tears instead.
I crouched still for a while, letting out shaky breaths while the pain subsided. I began to panic as my eyes scoured the room.
An unfamiliar room, plus inexplicable pain. What happened to me last night?
"Argh argh! Fuck! Yes!" My back arched "Go deeper! Yes!" I screamed, my face dripping with sweat. Eyes rolled back into my skull. Firm hand around my neck.
I blinked. What was that silly vision? I chuckled.
Then, I happened to look down, only to come face to face with my little friend between my legs.
"Fuck!" I cursed in surprise, stumbling backward till my back hit a one of the walls. "Fuuucckk!!" I cried out as the pain intensified exponentially.
From where I stood, I got a better view of my surroundings, solidifying the fact that it, in fact, wasn't my room. It was too grand. Too exquisite.
My actual room only had a single bed, a night stand and a wardrobe. I went through lengths to even get a mirror installed in my bathroom.
I pulled the silk covers tightly around me. Some parts of it was stiff with a dried starchy substance which was starting to flake.
Then my eyes landed on the fully naked man on the bed.
He was still out cold, his back steadily heaving and falling on the bed.
Even in his unguarded state, it was obvious he was no ordinary Alpha.
Ren, how did you end up naked in bed with a Z-gen, of all Alphas?
I scratched my head, trying to remember who he was or where I knew him from. Just then it all came flooding back.
The crash, his rut, the intoxicating feeling. That was where my memory ended. Where I was or how I ended up here was still a mystery.
What was I thinking getting down and dirty with a stranger? In the middle of the freaking road!!
"Fuck you're so tight and warm" he thrust into me, his length pushing at my abdomen from within. His eyes never left mine as he roughly grabbing a fistful of my hair, causing me to moan. "You like it rough huh? Little minx."
He shoved in one deep thrust and my legs buckled around his waist. Bringing his lips close to my ear in a whisper"I'll make sure you never forget me. I'll bury myself deep inside your body and in your memories."
My eyes widened out of their socket. Shit! Did we?
My head throbbed as more and more visions played in my mind.
I saw an open door, which I assumed was the bathroom and took careful short steps towards it.
In there, my jaw dropped.
My purple eyes were bloodshot—Probably from sleeping with the contacts still in. My hair seemed suspiciously longer than usual, and from the memories of last night, I had a theory or two about the cause.
My Lips looked like red sausages. And the brownish red marks. They were everywhere. Even my underarms had their fair share.
"Fuck! I love how your whole body tastes."
I groaned at the memory. Scratching my temple.
I looked down to my thighs, where it felt rough. There were pale streaks there, full and chalky, clinging to my skin.
Some spots had dried into thin, translucent flakes, others into a slightly glossy film, like residue left by glue.
Hold on! Where was my necklace?
I had a split memory of him yanking it from my neck and tossing to the side of the road.
Shit!
I bit the inside of my palms absentmindedly as the alarm bells began to toll again. The analytical part of my brain went into action.
If he woke up and found me without my necklace, it was going to be catastrophic … I had no idea why he didn't figure it out yesterday, maybe he was too out of it to notice.
In fact, of all the weird things that happened yesterday, that was the least worrying.
I shook my head.
I had to on get out before he woke up or any one walked in.
Just as I came to the decision, a surge of heat struck my body, causing me to topple onto the tiled floor. It was nothing like the pain I was already dealing with.
It was like my skin was on fire. It was melting, although it looked fine on the surface. My head pounded angrily, like a herd of elephants were having a marathon on it.
Confused as to what was happening, I crawled up into what looked like a shower cubicle and turned on the tap.
The cool shower poured on my skin and I calmed as the heat subsided. The pounding in my head still remained.
After a few seconds in the shower, I decided I was okay. It was about time I get the hell out.
The white dye in my hair was mostly washed out by the shower went off.
I wiped my body with the white covers, leaving the wet cloth on the bathroom floor. It's the owners problem now.
I thought, as I literally crawled, on my hands and knees, back into the bedroom, not even attempting to stand up straight.
I scoured the room for my clothes.
Discarded on one nightstand, I found my tank top…Or what used to be it.
With a silent groan, I tossed it aside, looking for another piece of clothing that belonged to me.
That was when I found my coat.
I blinked up at the leather apparel hanging on a curtain bracket. Unamused.
How?! Why?! How?!!
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I cursed underneath my breath and froze with wide eyes when then body on the bed grunted. After about three seconds, he went back to his peaceful snoring.
With my only intact piece of clothing out of reach, I decided to borrow some clothes.
He looks rich, he won't mind.
I crawled towards what looked like a wardrobe and opened it, fishing out some clothes. Thankfully, the doors didn't make any creaking sound.
I picked out a button up shirt since there were a lot of those in there, and a pair of shorts. The trousers looked like they'd be too long on me.
After excruciatingly painful minutes of sitting on my butt while I pulled on the clothes, I was fully dressed.
"Bag, bag, bag, bag" I whispered as I looked around for my tote bag.
Sweat had began dripping from my forehead by the time I found my bag. The heat from earlier was back, and it want playing around.
I scanned through to make sure all my belongings were intact. My phone, my AirPods, my fat envelope of cash, my tiny transparent bags, clearly labeled —'C-Gen', 'A-Gen', 'D-Gen'. Then I paused.
Should I?
I turned to look at the man sleeping on the bed longingly, his thick head of hair poured over his pillow…
He'd be such a great addition, considering…
I bit my lip in contemplation. Just five strands would do, just fi-- … No Ren! I stopped myself, quickly shutting my eyes and shaking my head, ignoring the dizziness that resulted.
It's too risky.
I bit my lip and reluctantly forced my attention away from the Z-Gen Alpha's hair, taking out my phone and turning on the screen instead.
The pounding in my head had evolved, ringing ears added as an upgrade.
461 missed calls from Xueya and Mr. Lu combined. And 113 messages from Xueya. I scrolled through the messages, reading only a few of them:
12:58 am: Wutao, where are you?!
01:45 am: The chemicals won't work if you don't get here now.
02:00 am: Hey! Are you okay?!
02:01 am: Don't tell me the Catchers got you… Call me back, I'm worried.
02:43 am: Wutao, if you don't reply. I'm going to your workplace with dad!
03:07 am: I found your necklace! Where the hell are you?!!
04:59 am: Wutao, it's almost daybreak. Your family will find out.
05:59 am: Text me when you see these messages.
My family! I totally forgot about them. I checked the time on my phone. 08:26 am.
Oh fuck!
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